Dreamscape Heavenly Book

The moment Mo Chen heard that, he rolled his eyes, his tone laced with disdain.

"Only five billion Immortal Souls? That's far too little!"

"And you call yourself the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Realm's Heaven's Secrets Pavilion? Where's the grandeur? Where's the dominance? How are you even stingier than you were back at the Wutong Sacred Sect...?"

Mystic Stele Patriarch glared in fury, pointing at Mo Chen as he cursed, "You little bastard, do you think the Heaven's Secrets Pavilion belongs to me?"

"There are so many disciples in the Heaven's Secrets Pavilion to support! The Heaven's Secrets Instrument also consumes a massive amount of Immortal Souls to operate, and every hundred years, we must hand over a portion to the central Immortal Court."

"Being able to give you five billion Immortal Souls is already my limit! And you little bastard are still not satisfied?"

Seeing how sincere Mystic Stele Patriarch sounded, Mo Chen finally grinned and snatched the storage pouch from his hand, still muttering under his breath.

"Fine, fine. I'll reluctantly accept it for now. We'll talk about the rest later."

However, his eyes suddenly shifted, and he abruptly sensed that something was off. He asked suspiciously,

"Wait, Martial Uncle, you're not pulling the wool over my eyes, are you?"

Mystic Stele Patriarch's expression darkened. He rose at once, making as if to leave. "Why would I deceive you?"

Yet Mo Chen would not let it go and continued pressing him. "Since the fate of the entire Immortal Realm is counting on me to save it,"

"Then why not have the Immortal Court directly allocate several tens of billions of Immortal Souls to me? That amount of resources should be nothing to them, right?"

At that, Mystic Stele Patriarch snorted coldly and explained,

"You are merely the