Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1512 - 943: Negotiation (Part 2)

On the other side, Yang Zhenshan and Jian Guyun were negotiating with Wang Henglie and Sheng Youhuang, the atmosphere tense and heavy.

Wang Henglie was burly, with a bald head, a deep purple burn scar covering his left cheek, pupils in red gold color, and wore a sleeveless black robe exposing flame-like patterns on his arms.

At first glance, he seemed like a formidable warrior.

But in reality, he was a crafty old fox.

When Yang Zhenshan proposed for peace, Wang Henglie suddenly stood up, glaring fiercely at Yang Zhenshan, "Impossible!"

"Ten million spirit stones! You really dare to ask for such an exorbitant price!"

"Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

The overwhelming aura came crashing like a storm, putting considerable pressure on Yang Zhenshan.

However, Yang Zhenshan’s expression remained unchanged.

Is ten million spirit stones a lot?

Well!

To any force, that is a substantial amount, even White Cloud Immortal City couldn’t casually produce such a sum, let alone the Nether Prison Sect.

"You are not afraid of us, but neither are we afraid of you!"

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes gleamed with golden light, and the fist-sized Furnace of Eight Trigrams spun rapidly before him.

"The conflict was initiated by your Nether Prison Sect, and now you have lost; whether you fear or not, you must take responsibility for this battle!"

"Compensating for our losses is the basic condition for negotiation, Senior should understand!"

Wang Henglie’s face alternated between blue and white, glaring viciously at Yang Zhenshan, seemingly ready to tear Yang Zhenshan apart at any moment.

"It doesn’t need to be ten million spirit stones! Your losses aren’t that great!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhenshan suddenly stood up, sweeping away his previous calm and shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"My Yang family lost thousands of people, should I ask for lives in compensation? Can you afford that?"

With a loud bang, Yang Zhenshan slammed the table into pieces.

His sudden outburst left everyone stunned.

They stared at him in astonishment.

Jian Guyun lifted his head, puzzled, seemingly unable to understand why Yang Zhenshan was enraged!

Wang Henglie gazed at him, dazed, as if wondering why this guy was more domineering than himself!

Jian Changhe and Yun Ge, who were sipping tea nearby, also showed a bewildered expression.

Yang Zhenshan cast a cold gaze at Wang Henglie, as if to say, "Acting, if you act, I can act too!"

Was Wang Henglie a reckless man?

Clearly not!

Yet why did he act so fierce just now?

It was naturally to intimidate Yang Zhenshan!

But Yang Zhenshan wasn’t buying it.

You try to intimidate me, why don’t you try intimidating Jian Changhe.

"Since you’re unwilling to negotiate, then let’s continue fighting! I would like to test the prowess of a Divine Soul Realm expert!"

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes widened with fury, his aura not yielding an inch to Wang Henglie.

Ca Ca~~

The Golden Crow slowly emerged atop the Furnace of Eight Trigrams, instantly filling the main hall with scorching heat, turning the shattered long table into ashes.

Although Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists are powerful, Yang Zhenshan, wielding a spiritual artifact, qualified to compete with them.

Perhaps Yang Zhenshan wasn’t a match for Wang Henglie, but he was not someone Wang Henglie could easily manipulate.

Feeling the intense heat, Wang Henglie’s mood soured considerably.

His previous anger was fake, but now he was genuinely enraged.

This battle had caused the greatest loss for the Nether Prison Sect.

Not only losing fifty thousand elite disciples but also a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist.

Such a huge loss hadn’t been seen in the Nether Prison Sect for nearly a millennium.

He was angry, frustrated, and wanted to destroy Hidden Sword Mountain.

But he understood, he couldn’t destroy Hidden Sword Mountain.

The world said Hidden Sword Mountain had deep foundations; before the war, he anticipated that Hidden Sword Mountain might have some unknown trump card, but he didn’t expect it to possess a spirit sword capable of killing a Divine Soul Realm expert.

Beneath the rage was the regret buried deep in his heart.

Knowing earlier, why bother now!

As the two parties reached a standoff, Yun Ge, acting as mediator, coughed lightly and interjected, "Ahem, Pill Master Yang, please calm down, let’s talk things over, peace is valuable!"

"Well, Fellow Daoist Wang, you might not know, Pill Master Yang is indeed an eighth-grade Guest Elder of the Ten Thousand Treasures Store, hehe~~"

The meaning behind his words was clear, Pill Master Yang is one of Ten Thousand Treasures Store’s people, the Nether Prison Sect can’t touch him, if they do, they’ll meet their demise even faster.

Even though the Ten Thousand Treasures Store doesn’t protect every Guest Elder, if someone harms a Guest Elder of the Ten Thousand Treasures Store, the store will seek justice for the Guest Elder.

Upon hearing this, Wang Henglie’s face grew even more gloomy.

Yang Zhenshan was a Guest Elder of the Ten Thousand Treasures Store!

He truly didn’t know this!

If he had known, he wouldn’t have rashly attacked the Sea of Spirit, at least he would have talked it over with Yang Zhenshan earlier.

"Alright, in respect of Pill Master Yang, I agree to the compensation of ten million spirit stones," Wang Henglie said in a deep voice.

"Also, Xianling City will belong to the Sea of Spirit from now on!" Yang Zhenshan said.

"Alright!"

This time, Wang Henglie did not hesitate; although Xianling City had strategic significance, now the Nether Prison Sect couldn’t afford to worry about it.

"But your army must quickly withdraw from our Nether Prison Sect’s territory!" he added.

"No problem!" Yang Zhenshan also restrained his aura, his tone returning to calmness, "Once the compensation is delivered, we will immediately retreat!"

"Since that’s said, let’s agree on this!"

Wang Henglie looked at Yun Ge, "Master Yun Ge, please bear witness to this matter!"

"Hehe~~" Yun Ge smiled kindly, "Rest assured, since both parties have reached an agreement, I shall oversee its fulfillment!"

"Thank you, Master Yun Ge!"

Wang Henglie saluted with clasped fists, before departing with a sullen face.

...

The negotiation ended, and both parties soon fulfilled their agreements, with the Nether Prison Sect compensating ten million low-grade Spirit Stones, and the Sea of Spirit retreating from their territory.

At this point, everyone understood the war between the Sea of Spirit and the Nether Prison Sect should come to an end.

The Nether Prison Sect didn’t have enough strength to counterattack the Sea of Spirit, and the Sea of Spirit, likewise, lacked the power to swallow the Nether Prison Sect.

Yet, this deepened the enmity between the Sea of Spirit and the Nether Prison Sect.

Not to mention others, even Yang Zhenshan wanted to obliterate the Nether Prison Sect, if the conditions permitted, he indeed intended to root out the Nether Prison Sect entirely.

Unlike Cui Lake’s Fang family, though they too were proactive aggressors, they didn’t cause large losses to the Yang family, while the Nether Prison Sect caused the Spirit Source Land to lose nearly two thousand people.

Yang Zhenshan would naturally hold the Nether Prison Sect accountable for this.

A few days later, the two armies returned, and they began dividing the spoils, uh, distributing the compensations.

With the Nether Prison Sect compensating ten million spirit stones, Hidden Sword Mountain naturally took the lion’s share, seizing five million, then the Xuanqing Sect, Illusion Moon Sect, and the Yang family each took one million, the remaining two million were divided among seven families, allocated based on their contributions.

Such distribution made everyone happy.

In this battle, besides Hidden Sword Mountain, the Yang family contributed the most, yet they also gained the most; with the gains from Wuxiang Sect and Wuxiang City, plus the war spoils from the Battle of Wuxiang City, not to mention the four types of third-rank spiritual materials, which were worth far more than several million spirit stones.

If Jian Changhe knew about the four types of third-rank spiritual materials in Li Xuanxiao’s storage bag, he would surely regret not taking it.

To the Spirit Source Land, one million spirit stones were merely a bonus.

As for the Xuanqing Sect, Illusion Moon Sect, and the other families, they barely exerted much effort in this battle, nor did they suffer substantial losses.

Despite their recent conquest, penetrating into the heart of the Nether Prison Sect, they fought an advantageous battle, with minimal self-casualties, of course, killing few enemies as well.

Overall, everyone gained from this, each rejoicing, none feeling the pain from this war.

And through this battle, Hidden Sword Mountain established its authority over the Nether Prison Sect.

Although Yang family shined in this battle, Hidden Sword Mountain was what truly intimidated various parties.

With a single sword strike slaying Li Xuanxiao, not only were the surrounding forces of the Sea of Spirit, but also the sects and families within, aware that Hidden Sword Mountain held a rightful position in the Sea of Spirit.