Across every faction, countless schemes were closing in on the Slaughter Clan. The cultivators of this clan were sweating profusely, their expressions flickering with uncertainty as they began negotiations with the various sides. Every sentence was fraught with peril; behind a single word lay eight hundred hidden intentions.
Quite a few unfamiliar cultivators had also appeared in this region. They watched this verbal clash with great relish. They seemed utterly unconcerned with the mysteriously descended Five Aggregates Spirit Manor, and were instead far more eager to enjoy the spectacle.
"The Spirit Manor isn't some battle treasure, nor can it spit out Spirit Stones. Who would have thought they'd still fight over it?"
"Hey, young man, what do you take the immortal architecture of our Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory for?!"
A middle-aged man glared, his imposing aura surging. "This item would be a rare treasure anywhere in the Immortal Realm. Should it not be fought over?"
"...Senior, you misunderstand! That absolutely wasn't what I meant!"
The Eternal Ancient cultivator who had made the joke turned solemn and hurriedly rose to cup his hands in explanation. "This junior merely meant that the Spirit Manor is connected to the Eternal Ancient earth veins. Even if one wished to seize it... it would be impossible to take it away."
"Hehe." The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Young man, come have some tea."
"Thank you, Senior." The young cultivator's eyes brightened slightly as he hurried over and performed the proper junior's salute.
If one asked which people the younger generation of the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory most enjoyed spending time with, it was definitely the old geezers of the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory... Their tempers were easygoing, their strength formidable, and their knowledge profound. Meeting a senior was truly a blessing of fate.
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