Chapter 822 - 821: 100 Divine Artifacts, This Matter Is Settled! The Spirit Realm Also Has Fandom Culture!
Chapter 822: Chapter 821: 100 Divine Artifacts, This Matter Is Settled! The Spirit Realm Also Has Fandom Culture!
"Fine, I guess they need a taste of the fist to behave."
Chu Sheng shook its head and spat one word at Xiao Feng.
"Scram!"
Xiao Feng was dumbfounded, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him. With such good terms—terms that would spare their lives—they still refused? Were they insane?!
He gritted his teeth, recalling the Elders’ instructions. If the other party disagreed, he was to take a step back and demand the Dragon Egg. Xiao Feng pondered for a moment before softening his tone into a conciliatory manner.
"How about this? You just hand over the Dragon Egg, and the Eight Great Clans will let you off. We won’t pursue this any further.
"What do you say? This is already a massive concession."
For the Eight Great Clans, this was an absolute and monumental compromise to make for a lowly Loose Cultivator like Gu Yuexi. Any normal Loose Cultivator would have been kowtowing in immense gratitude upon hearing these terms. They were newcomers, and getting such treatment was tantamount to receiving a heavenly blessing. Yet they still weren’t satisfied?!
Chu Sheng was growing impatient. Instead of answering Xiao Feng, it turned to the Frost Bone Dragon beside it.
"Chase this idiot away. He’s an eyesore."
Xiao Feng froze, failing to process the situation at first. It wasn’t until the Frost Bone Dragon raised its massive skull and slowly lifted a skeletal claw that he realized... the "idiot" was actually him?!
His face instantly flushed with anger, and he desperately wanted to curse back on the spot. However, seeing the advancing Frost Bone Dragon and the terrifying, chilling aura radiating from its giant skeletal claws, he forced the profanities back down his throat.
"Brother Wen! Don’t... don’t do this! Let’s talk this out!" Xiao Feng frantically waved his hands and spoke at a rapid-fire pace. "If you have any conditions, just say them! We can discuss it!
"Isn’t negotiation all about bargaining? There has to be some back-and-forth, right?"
The Frost Bone Dragon halted, glaring at him coldly.
Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his cold sweat and continued to persuade.
"Brother Wen, this matter is very simple.
"Just give the Eight Great Clans an out, and we can consider this over.
"From now on, you can live peacefully in Luoping City without anyone causing you trouble..."
Before he could finish, Chu Sheng extended a front leg and spoke in a leisurely drawl.
"One hundred Divine Artifacts."
"What?" Xiao Feng paused, caught off guard.
It took him two seconds to realize that Chu Sheng was stating its terms. He hesitated and said with a troubled expression, "One hundred Divine Artifacts... isn’t impossible.
"It’s just, how long will you need to gather them?
"You have to give us a deadline."
In his mind, it was only natural for Gu Yuexi to trade Divine Artifacts for peace.
Chu Sheng ignored him, not even sparing him a glance. Seeing this, the Frost Bone Dragon took another step forward. Its dragon claw was inches away from touching the top of Xiao Feng’s head.
Terrified, Xiao Feng shrank his neck back. Then, a flash of insight struck him, and he instantly realized the truth. Wait! The one hundred Divine Artifacts Chu Sheng mentioned weren’t what Gu Yuexi would give the Eight Great Clans! They were what the Eight Great Clans had to compensate Gu Yuexi!
Xiao Feng was utterly stunned. What was this? War reparations? But the Jiang Family was the one that lost two of its most important Direct Lineage members! You didn’t suffer any losses at all! Besides, any of the Eight Great Clans’ Elders standing nearby could completely obliterate you! What on earth were you thinking?!
"Lord... Lord Mosquito, you must be joking, right?" Xiao Feng managed to force a smile as he asked.
But Chu Sheng ignored him. Gu Yuexi didn’t spare him a glance either. Their expressions conveyed the exact same message: *This is completely justified!!!*
Xiao Feng finally realized it. Gu Yuexi and Chu Sheng weren’t joking in the slightest. If the Eight Great Clans didn’t pay up a hundred Divine Artifacts this time, these two would definitely not let the matter rest!
He couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, "It seems... Gu Yuexi really does have a powerful faction backing her!
"Otherwise, she would never dare to make such an outrageous demand!
"This is blatant disregard for the Eight Great Clans!"
To the Eight Great Clans, demanding one hundred Divine Artifacts as compensation was an extremely insolent and presumptuous request. But to Chu Sheng, it was perfectly normal. The Eight Great Clans had stirred up trouble out of nowhere, wasted so much of its time, and ruined its good mood. Shouldn’t it receive some compensation for mental distress? Even internet models charged admission for meet-and-greets. Why should it entertain them for free?!
Leaving a bewildered Xiao Feng standing in the wind, Chu Sheng flapped its wings and flew toward Huo Lang and Daya.
After seeing Xiao Feng’s condescending attitude and hearing the Eight Great Clans’ absurd terms, Chu Sheng completely understood. Whether in the Spirit Realm or on Blue Star, the conduct of these Noble Families was all the exact same. They always maintained a high and mighty posture, acting as if the people at the bottom owed them everything, and that sparing a life was some monumental act of grace.
It spat inwardly, "Bah! I, Lord Mosquito, will drag you down from your pedestals today! I’ll let you all know that Loose Cultivators aren’t to be trifled with!"
Chu Sheng flew in front of Huo Lang and Daya. Its body shifted slightly, expanding to two meters in length until it was about the height of a person. It reached out a front leg and gently patted their shoulders.
"I appreciate your good intentions.
"But small fry like the Eight Great Clans don’t need you to step up.
"If you really want to help me, you can start a fan club.
"Just recruit lots of members, cheer for me, and keep up appearances. There’s no need to risk your lives."
Huo Lang and Daya looked at Chu Sheng with utter confusion.
"Lord Mosquito, what is a fan club?"
Only then did Chu Sheng remember that the Spirit Realm didn’t have such things. When powerful experts gathered the Power of Faith, they either established a Sect to recruit believers or used force to plunder it. They never resorted to a gentle method like winning people’s hearts.
Thus, Chu Sheng gave them a brief explanation. It was essentially a support group of fans. They would help with promotion and boost its popularity without needing to fight or kill.
The two were young and quick-witted. They soon grasped Chu Sheng’s meaning, and their eyes grew increasingly bright. Wasn’t this just establishing an organization for Lord Mosquito to gather support and raise its fame?
"Lord Mosquito, we understand!"
"Lord Mosquito, we promise to complete the mission!"
The two nodded excitedly, their eyes sparkling.
Huo Lang and Daya turned to the crowd of Loose Cultivators, waving their hands and shouting loudly.
"Brothers, Lord Mosquito says thank you for your trust and help!
"However, we don’t need to step in to deal with the Eight Great Clans. Lord Mosquito can handle it himself!
"Everyone can disperse now! Don’t get in the way of Lord Mosquito’s performance!"
With that said, Huo Lang and Daya took the lead, turning and flying out of the crowd.
The other Loose Cultivators hesitated for a moment. But when they saw Chu Sheng’s confident gaze, they finally believed it. Gu Yuexi and Chu Sheng truly didn’t need their help blocking the Eight Great Clans. They simply didn’t view this little spectacle as a threat! Only then were they willing to follow Huo Lang and Daya, gradually leaving the center of the battlefield and retreating to watch from a distance.
From this day onward, the Spirit Realm’s first cultivator support organization—the Lord Mosquito Fan Club—was officially established. The idol-fandom culture that would later sweep across the entire Spirit Realm also began its prelude here.
Once the Loose Cultivators withdrew, the center of the battlefield became empty once more.
Chu Sheng turned around leisurely and looked at the livid Jiang Family Grand Elder standing not far away. It waved a front leg, its tone laced with undisguised contempt.
"You old fossil, it’s your turn!"