King of Creation Chapter 1651 - 1636: Mountain God Yi Xun’s Grand Gift Pack

"I’ll definitely accompany you!"

In the face of Yuann Yinying’s intimidation, Ye Zhen responded with these four words, neither servile nor overbearing. Yuann Yinying understood that his menaces couldn’t intimidate a daring soul like Ye Zhen.

Letting out a cold huff, Yuann Yinying hauled the Five-clawed Silver Dragon, which was on the verge of passing out from heavy blood loss, and soared away into the horizon.

"Great Deacon Yi, for today’s clash, I must impose on you. This humble gift falls short of showing my gratitude. Please, Great Deacon Yi, do not turn it down."

As Ye Zhen spoke, ten custom-made massive casks, each holding a hundred jin of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood, shot from his palms toward Mountain God Yi Xun.

Mountain God Yi Xun considered briefly, then gave a nod, "It’s my responsibility. But since you’re this thoughtful, I’ll take it."

Ye Zhen shifted his eyes to the starry heavens, cupping his hands respectfully, "For the three-move pact today, I’m grateful to the six seniors for their oversight and support. A modest offering—please accept it from the six seniors!"

With a flick of his wrist, sixty casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood hurtled into the emptiness.

"Hahaha, kid, you’re thoughtful. Us old folks will take it."

The voice boomed as a streak of brilliance flashed through the void, making the sixty casks of Five-clawed True Dragon Essence Blood vanish in an instant.

Truth be told, while Ye Zhen kept harvesting the Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood earlier, these six had been salivating.

They themselves were short on Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood, desperately short.

Forget thousands or tens of thousands of jin—even ten or a hundred jin would thrill them.

They never imagined Ye Zhen’s lavishness, freely offering a thousand jin of Five-clawed Silver Dragon True Dragon Essence Blood in one go.

Value-wise, unless this thousand jin of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood saturated the market, it equaled millions of High Grade Spiritual Stones at least.

Naturally, hawking such a treasure would be idiotic; keeping it only boosts its worth with time!

Ye Zhen’s gesture immediately set the surrounding martial artists’ eyes ablaze, even elites like Yun Ben, Huangdong, and Luan Da with their special lineages couldn’t help licking their chops.

"Hey Leopard, Luan Da, think we could wheedle a thousand or eight hundred jin of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood each from Qianbi if we beg?" Huangdong smacked his lips and asked.

With a thousand or eight hundred jin of this Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood, their physical might could double right away.

Yun Ben and Luan Da’s faces shifted, "We don’t have faces that thick. If you wanna beg, go ahead." Yun Ben remarked.

"Begging? How can you call it that? Little Leopard mentioned Di Kuohai’s hunting for a woman called Caiyi.

Better use our time tracking this Caiyi’s location. A scrap of info would give us grounds to ask, right?" Luan Da bellowed.

Huangdong, dejected, trailed after Yun Ben and Luan Da as they left.

Far off, while Yuann Yinying towed the Five-clawed Silver Dragon, Ye Zhen’s words enraged him so fiercely his blood roiled, nearly making him cough up blood once more.

So that Di Kuohai brat was currying favor with the Five-clawed Silver Dragon’s Essence Blood!

That pitiful Five-clawed Silver Dragon nearly died amassing a million jin of Essence Blood.

Hatred consumed Yuann Yinying.

His teeth nearly shattered from grinding!

Unlike Di Kuohai’s rage, Ming Mountain Hall’s Great Deacon Cui Shi seethed with worry.

What about him? Where was his cut?

Had Di Kuohai overlooked him?

He’d orchestrated today’s full moon duel entirely, with over half the patrols from Ming Mountain Hall.

Not forgetting those six Dao Realm allies he’d summoned, all Ming Mountain Hall affiliates.

Yi Xun and the six Dao Realm powerhouses claimed their portions—why was he left out?

This was Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood; normally, half a jin for pill-forging was impossible to buy despite Spiritual Stones. Now, ten whole casks.

Enough to trade for countless favors!

Cui Shi fixed a piercing gaze on Ye Zhen, yearning for ten casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood to fly his way any second.

Yet no matter how he glared till his eyes bulged, those casks of True Dragon Essence Blood never came.

Ye Zhen always settled scores precisely—gratitude or grudges alike. Yi Xun had noted Tianyun Hall’s directive for a Dao Realm guardian right at Dulong Island’s Market.

But Cui Shi’s faction fiercely resisted, claiming Dulong Island’s Market unworthy of a Dao Realm station.

With no alternative, Yi Xun, after Tianyun Hall’s Venerable’s input, summoned hidden experts to cultivate nearby instead.

Ye Zhen held deep grudges.

Thus, Cui Shi dreaming of Ye Zhen’s thanks or ten casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood was pure fantasy!

Instead of Ye Zhen’s longed-for ten casks, Cui Shi got a massive “gift” from Mountain God Yi Xun.

"Today’s triumphant full moon battle by Five Immortals Arena Lord Di Kuohai owes to the tireless work of countless Five Immortals Hall disciples.

As host, I’m unworthy of these ten casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood alone.

Hence, I’ll divide all ten among the Five Immortals Hall disciples who joined tonight’s full moon event!"

"Hu Hai, tally the count now. Patrols, stewards, shopkeepers at posts—anyone in tonight’s full moon battle gets a share.

Once counted, split these ten casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood evenly."

"Yes, sir!" Hu Hai, Mountain God Yi Xun’s top deputy steward, answered.

In a flash, thunderous cheers erupted like crashing mountains and surging seas—from Ming Mountain Hall, Tianyun Hall, or others, all roared together.

"The Grand Deacon is mighty!"

"The Grand Deacon is just!"

"Thank you, Grand Deacon!"

Waves of thanks crashed like ocean tides, surging endlessly.

Everyone coveted this Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood; split among tens of thousands, each got barely a drop.

Yet, as the saying goes, it’s not the small share that stings, but unfairness.

Before, none hoped for any; now, even a speck thrilled common disciples immensely.

Watching Ming Mountain Hall disciples hail Mountain God Yi Xun with cheers, Cui Shi’s face twisted uglily.

Such fortune existed?

Yi Xun pocketed the loot and reaped huge prestige—had he no shame?

Cui Shi knew one certainty: post-tonight, Mountain God Yi Xun’s standing in Five Immortals Hall would soar anew.

He’d solidly claim top spot below the Five Venerables!

"Haha, my mistake earlier. For troubling Five Immortals Hall brothers tonight, I, Di, offer twenty more casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood to share among them!" Ye Zhen’s voice, loathed by Cui Shi, boomed again.

Five Immortals Hall’s myriad disciples froze, then exploded in fresh cheers.

Before, maybe not half a drop each; now, Ye Zhen’s bounty ensured at least an ounce apiece!

A mere ounce wouldn’t suffice for cultivation, but perfect for bartering with Alchemy Masters.

At worst, it’d secure a custom pill from one.

"Thank you, Lord Di!"

"Lord Di is so generous!"

"Great!"

Cheers and acclaim piled like tidal waves.

This boon instantly warmed weary Five Immortals Hall disciples toward Kuohai.

Meanwhile, Ming Mountain Hall’s Great Deacon Cui Shi sneered inwardly—is that generosity?

Di Kuohai held a hundred thousand catties of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood, gave under ten thousand, and it’s “generous”?

Cui Shi itched to berate those disciples: “Blind fools? Seen such ‘generosity’ before?”

Truthfully, Cui Shi fumed!

Five Immortals Hall disciples knew Ye Zhen’s share was tiny, under one percent.

But he’d risked his life for it!

One percent shared was already magnanimous.

If too little, challenge Yuann Yinying yourself—not three moves, just one—and survive?

Even then, Yuann Yinying mightn’t spare half an ounce.

To bet against him, first prove worthy.

Thus, disciples saw Ye Zhen’s gift not as stingy, but fittingly lavish.

As Cui Shi raged near vomiting blood, his six Dao Realm seniors’ voices rang in his Spirit Palace one after another!

"Ah, Junior Brother Cui, notice that? That’s the gap! The disparity in generosity! Had you tilted even slightly toward Kuohai, wouldn’t ten casks of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood be yours?" A Dao Realm elder lectured sternly.

"No tilting needed; impartial refereeing, rule-following, no prejudice against Lord Di, just doing your job—ten casks of True Dragon Essence Blood were yours anyway."

"It’s beyond generosity—lack of insight and foresight! See Tianyun Hall’s Yi Xun; he foresaw Kuohai’s win, set three-to-one odds on Yuann Hongying, and profited hugely."

"Word is, many Ming Mountain Hall disciples heeded your lead, bet on Yuann Hongying, and lost big!"

"Junior Brother Cui, we respect your skills, but your generosity and vision unfit Great Deacon of Ming Mountain Hall. Change now, fix it!" A Dao Realm senior urged gravely.

"Junior Brother Cui, with such insight and generosity, I question if Ming Mountain Hall thrives better under you than before!

Deliver results soon, or we’ll urge the Master... to replace you!"

Hearing this, Cui Shi paled; six Dao Realm elders jointly pressing the Venerable could work!

The barrage of rebukes from the six Dao Realm seniors, topped with “replacement,” left Ming Mountain Hall’s Cui Shi seething.

Days of toil, branded petty and myopic?

This the reward?

Endless labor, zero gain, position now at risk?

Such rotten luck?

Such injustice?

Instantly, Cui Shi loathed Di Kuohai to the marrow, despised Yi Xun utterly—this all stemmed from Di Kuohai!

In wrath, metallic tang filled Cui Shi’s throat; blood welled, but he forced it down!

Spitting it would seal his “narrow-minded” infamy!