CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 88: CELESTIAL DEMON POOL QUOTA! ARROGANT LITTLE PENG KING!

"Domain Master, you mustn’t!"

An elder of the Little Immortal Sect cried out, a change in his expression,

"Though the vast lands of the Demon Race are impressive, the Ancient Blessing must not be allowed to fall to them!"

The Ancient Stone Carving is a unique treasure left from ancient times, recording the top hundred most gifted talents every ten thousand years.

The higher the rank, the greater the benefits received.

And the top ten exceptional talents can receive the Ancient Blessing, gaining unimaginable rare treasures.

But the Ancient Blessing is not limitless; it requires time to settle before it can gradually recover.

If the talent of the Little Peng King is only enough for the top hundred, then the deal for the vast lands might suffice.

But the other party possesses the lineage of an ancient Celestial Peng! At the very least, they rank in the top ten!

The Ancient Blessing comprises treasures of utmost rarity, how can it be allowed to fall into the hands of the Demon Race?

"Domain Master, beyond the discussion of how precious the Ancient Blessing is, today itself is not a day to allow the Demon Race to create disorder."

Miao Ba looked at Su Nan, his expression grave, and said:

"Today is the founding day of the Little Immortal Sect. If a member of the Demon Race takes the lead, the reputation of our Southern Domain will be utterly ruined."

Though the ones gathered today are the top talents of the Southern Domain, who among them is confident they can surely surpass the Little Peng King?

An ancient Celestial Peng lineage, one that matches the Divine Body of the Human Race, and at least among the young generation present, no one is a match.

It’s not that the vast Southern Domain cannot produce someone comparable to the Little Peng King, but the establishment of the Little Immortal Sect is quite unique.

Each sect holds its top talents within, guarding them zealously.

As a result, the overall qualification of the Little Immortal Sect’s disciples can surpass any sect in the Southern Domain.

But when it comes to the most outstanding, most monstrous talents, there are none.

Thus, should the Little Peng King take the stage, he would undoubtedly overshadow all young talents of the Human Race!

Moreover, today is the founding of the Little Immortal Sect, drawing much attention.

If the first sect of the Southern Domain is suppressed by a Demon Race member on its founding day, this would spread across the five domains within a day, bringing disgrace to Su Nan.

...

"You heard that."

Su Nan raised an eyebrow, glancing at the Great Peng King, and said lightly:

"Though the vast lands of the Demon Race are impressive, they’re not enough."

Upon hearing this, the Great Peng King’s eyes brightened rather than showing disappointment.

He feared Su Nan wouldn’t negotiate, but outright refuse.

"One hundred sacred medicines, ten bottles of Great Demon Essence Blood!"

"Not enough."

"Ten high-grade Spirit Veins, three rare mineral veins!"

"Not enough."

"Add one hundred ancient Divine Beasts!"

"Not enough..."

Listening to the bargaining between Su Nan and the Great Peng King, the members of the Little Immortal Sect couldn’t help but have their eyelids twitch.

Sacred medicines, Great Demon Essence Blood, various mineral veins...each of these is a treasure of tremendous value.

The Demon Race is indeed endowed with resources far beyond the Human Race, a realization evident today.

"Su Nan!"

After a series of offers, the Great Peng King’s golden pupils erupted with sharp light,

"Even all these things could buy ten Divine Techniques, don’t you think you’re being too greedy?"

The Little Peng King, who had held back for a long time, looked up towards Su Nan upon hearing this, his whole body emitting golden brilliance, his eyes shimmering like cold stars,

"Why beg him!"

"Give me ten years! Even without the Ancient Blessing, I can fell him beneath my golden wings!"

With these words, the Human Race had yet to respond, but the Great Peng King’s expression suddenly changed.

Boom!

A terrifying, violent pressure suddenly descended, causing the void where the Demon Race stood to collapse with a boom!

"Chirp!"

A loud and clear cry sounded, and the Great Peng King returned to his true form, with a colossal golden-winged roc descending, shielding the Demon Race tightly under its expansive wings.

But despite this, the Little Peng King let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The Great Peng King returned to his humanoid form, shooting a dark look at Su Nan, but said nothing more.

Instead, he turned to the Little Peng King and coldly commanded, "Return to the clan, and head to the forbidden land for punishment!"

Though he might scold Su Nan, or even curse aloud, it didn’t mean his son could do so.

An Emperor-to-be must not be humiliated, that was respect for the strong, regardless of race.

The Little Peng King felt dissatisfied, but seeing the sharp gaze of the Great Peng King, he turned his head and said nothing more.

"Geniuses are expected to have a bit of temperament."

Su Nan didn’t even glance at the Little Peng King, instead looking at the Great Peng King with a faint smile, saying:

"Back then, his two uncles were equally arrogant."

Seeing the look in Su Nan’s eyes, the Great Peng King felt a chill.

Up to this day, he didn’t know what kind of constitution Su Nan had, nor what kind of inheritance.

But he knew that even the ancient celestial lineage might not necessarily be Su Nan’s match.

Not to mention, Little Peng King had not yet matured, and even if he had reached the peak, the man before them would be no weaker.

Some Demon Race quasi-emperors had lamented that if Su Nan hadn’t been born in the wrong era, he would have been emperor material.

"The newborn calf is unafraid of the tiger."

Glancing at the dissatisfied Little Peng King, the Great Peng King shook his head, then looked at Su Nan,

"I’ve shown enough sincerity, state your terms!"

"But if it’s too excessive, I will take my leave, though in a few days, it won’t just be my tribe coming."

The Great Peng King was not afraid of Su Nan disagreeing; the barrier was already breached, and the Demon Race could attack at any time.

And the geographical location of the Little Immortal Sect destined it to bear the brunt.

Were it not for fear of escalating matters, he would not have offered such terms.

And this, Su Nan knew full well.

The negotiation just now with the Great Peng King was merely for maximizing benefits.

After all, establishing the Little Immortal Sect had consumed a great amount of resources.

Coming across a wealthy patron, of course, he intended to make the most of it.

"The things you’ve mentioned are indeed enough to buy a test quota."

Su Nan looked at the Great Peng King, smiling lightly: "But to buy the face of me, the Domain Master, they are not enough."

Anyone with clear eyes could see that once the Little Peng King entered the test, he would surely overshadow everyone.

With Su Nan having founded this sect, it would be a great loss of face for him.

Oh, the dignity of a Domain Master is indeed valuable.

"Name your terms!"

Upon hearing this, the Great Peng King’s eyes flickered with brilliance.

Ever since his two brothers were killed by Su Nan, he had been harboring a grudge.

He had waited so long, and finally, the opportunity was here!

"By my calculations, the Celestial Demon Pool of your tribe is opening soon, right?"

With a single nonchalant remark from Su Nan, all the Demon Race members present showed a change in expression.

The Celestial Demon Pool is a treasure of the Golden-winged Roc Tribe, containing countless Great Demon Essence Blood and even Demon Race inheritance.

Anyone who enters the Celestial Demon Pool will see a significant enhancement in their root and aptitude, being considered a holy land within the vast Demon Race!

However, the resources consumed with each opening of the Celestial Demon Pool are enormous, and it only opens once every hundred years, with slots being extremely precious.

As the timing is calculated, there are less than three months till the next opening.

"I want ten slots." Su Nan said calmly.

"Impossible!"

The Great Peng King refused without hesitation, "Though the Celestial Demon Pool is ours, the cost to nourish and cultivate it is too great, and other demon tribes are involved."

"Even our tribe has to fight for these slots, how can we directly give them to you?"

With that, he looked at Su Nan, speaking, "I can give you ten competition slots, to compete fairly with our Demon Race."

"Win, and you may freely enter the Celestial Demon Pool; lose, and you can’t blame others for being inferior."

With these words, even before Su Nan could reply, the nearby members of the Demon Race couldn’t help but speak:

"Chief, no Human Race has ever entered the Celestial Demon Pool; if this..."

Before this demon could finish speaking, the Great Peng King sharply shouted, "Chief, I know what I’m doing!"

It’s just competition slots after all, the Celestial Demon Pool is not easily accessed.

Hearing this, Su Nan nodded with a sigh and turned away.

Seeing such a price paid for just an entry slot, the Little Peng King finally couldn’t contain himself, letting out a piercing cry, transforming into a ten-zhang golden-winged roc, his wings fluttering as he sped towards the Little Immortal Sect.

"Hear me, all!"

With a fierce light exploding in his golden pupils, the Great Peng King said,

"All those things, even if they can buy ten divine techniques, surely you don’t think that’s a bit too much!"