Chapter 206: Help? Need to Add Money

Purple light drifts down, and all sounds fall silent.

"Help... help..." a hoarse, wind‑leaking voice rasped from the throat of the Withered Tree Elder.

Below, the outer perimeter of the Gu Family's Divine Island.

The Primordial Founder's knees gave way, and with a thud he crashed onto the hard bluestone slab.

He was drenched in cold sweat, unable even to straighten the tilted jade crown on his head.

Purple Thunder of the Nine Netherworld.

Ancient texts record that this is the ultimate measure the Heavenly Dao employs to purge those ten‑fold evildoers who scheme to overturn the cosmic order.

The Withered Tree Elder's lifespan was already withered, his foundation shallow; even surviving an ordinary True Immortal Tribulation required burning incense, let alone this Heavenly Punishment—ten deaths would not bring him back.

The Primordial Founder dared not go up to help.

Under the Heavenly Dao's lock, anyone who dares intervene faces doubled Thunder Tribulation power, slashing even the interloper.

Let alone that he is merely an early True Immortal.

Even a peak True Immortal would not dare touch it!

No one saw a Gu Family Elder so powerful before breaking into the Immortal King realm.

Even at half‑step Immortal King realm, when his own son reaches the True Immortal realm, he can only watch, not intervene!

But the Withered Tree Elder cannot die.

The Pantheon's foundation is not as rich as the Ji Family's or Zu Long Nest's.

Not to mention, to curry favor with the Gu Family, he personally executed his own brother at the Half‑Immortal realm.

If a Withered Tree Elder dies, the Pantheon would not only lose great wealth but become the laughingstock of the entire Ancient Celestial Realm.

Worse still, the Ji Family and Zu Long Nest have both succeeded; with one gaining as the other loses, what can the Pantheon use to contend with those two families in the future?

At this moment, only one person remains who can save the Withered Tree Elder!

Gu Family Elder, Gu Cangsheng!!

The Primordial Founder scrambled, rolling to the Council Hall, and urgently addressed Gu Cangsheng, who sat high upon the Grandmaster Chair: "Elder Gu! Please show mercy and spare the life of my Pantheon's Elder! Your great kindness will be remembered by the Pantheon forever!"

Gu Cangsheng was cracking sunflower seeds.

Hearing the plea, he tossed the seed shells aside without even raising an eyelid:

"Primordial, as I told you before, my family only provides the venue, not after‑care. You go on your own; life and death are fated, wealth is heaven‑granted. Now they're about to be struck down by thunder, and you ask me to break the rules?"

The Primordial Founder slapped his thigh in anxiety: "Elder! Rules are made by men! You can even swat away Heavenly Punishment with a slap; this Purple Thunder is merely a tickle to you! Please raise your noble hand!"

"Cut the flattery."

Gu Cangsheng shifted to a comfortable seat, leisurely brushed his robe and said, "When I act, it drains my origin—a tedious task. Moreover, on what grounds do I oppose the Heavenly Dao for a stranger?"

The Primordial Founder, who had roamed the cultivation world for a million years, could not miss the hidden meaning.

He wants money.

The old rogue was clearly looting the fire!

Normally the Primordial Founder would bargain, but the second Purple Thunder in the sky was already coalescing, and the Withered Tree Elder was about to be reduced to ash.

"Add money! My Pantheon is willing to add money!"

The Primordial Founder forced himself to stay alert, pulled a plain storage ring from his chest, and raised both hands: "For the resources that previously helped the Withered Tree break through, my Pantheon will contribute an extra half!!"

Gu Cangsheng reached out, the storage ring landed in his palm; his spiritual thought swept, and he smirked, "This shabby lot? Are you feeding a beggar? Double it."

"If you stall any longer, your people will die."

"Done! My Pantheon will pay double!"

Even though it costs double the resources.

But if it can birth an extra True Immortal.

Then it's… barely not a loss.

"Fine, seeing your sincerity, I will reluctantly comply..."

Just as Gu Cangsheng was about to rise, a light voice drifted in from outside.

"Grandfather, why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?"

Gu Yuan lifted a teacup and stepped out from the shadowed corner of the hall.

Today he wore a moon‑white robe, a fine jade pendant hanging at his waist, looking like a naïve rich young master.

Gu Cangsheng froze, turning to look at his own grandson.

The Primordial Founder also froze, his mind buzzing as he stared at the boy who was only at the Ninth Realm.

"Young Master, what do you mean?"

The Primordial Founder stammered.

Gu Yuan walked to the edge of the hall, looked up at the purple‑red disaster cloud brewing destruction in the sky, grinned: "It means I'll take the job; my grandson is a bit interested in the Purple Thunder of the Nine Netherworld."

The whole place was deathly silent.

Gu Linjiang nearly tore out his beard.

Gu Xue Dao's knife‑holding hand slipped, the back of the blade hit his leg, and he looked at Gu Yuan as if he were a lunatic.

Nine realms, go touch the true immortal tribulation?

Or is it the over‑spec Nine Nether World‑Destroying Purple Lightning?

Although they all knew Gu Yuan was very strong.

Far beyond the supreme realm.

But even if you are a half‑immortal realm, what then?

That Nine Nether World‑Destroying Purple Lightning is not something to play with!

"Young Master Gu, don't joke!" Yuanchu Divine Sovereign was so anxious he kept jumping,

That's world-destroying purple lightning! Even a speck of it will make even a Heavenly Emperor realm cultivator regret! Your precious body, if you suffer any mishap, the Ten Thousand Gods Palace couldn't afford to compensate!

The Primordial Divine Lord spoke the truth.

If Gu Yuan dies on the way to save the Withered Wood Old Ancestor, Gu Cangsheng could raze the Ten Thousand Gods Palace's ancestral graves.

Clearly, as long as the Gu Family's old ancestor makes a move, it could be resolved.

Why would he take such a risk?

Gu Yuan ignored the Primordial Divine Lord's obstruction, turned his head to look at Gu Cangsheng: "Grandfather, I've hit a bottleneck in my recent cultivation. That thing inside me has eaten too much and is a bit indigestible. I need some external stimulation."

Gu Cangsheng stared into his grandson's eyes for a full three breaths.

He knew that because there were outsiders present, Gu Yuan's description was still somewhat vague.

Simply put, it's the chaotic singularity within Yuan'er's body, which has fused with the essence of the broken immortal realm and swallowed fragments of chaotic spirit stone, already evolving into a prototype of a perfect great world.

But creating a world like this isn't enough with just vitality; it also needs destruction.

Lone yin does not generate; lone yang does not grow.

Heavenly tribulation lightning, especially this purple lightning that contains the Heavenly Dao's will to destroy the world, is precisely the best source of destruction.

"Are you confident?" Gu Cangsheng asked.

"No."

Gu Yuan gave a hehe laugh, and before Gu Cangsheng could change his expression, he said, "But this isn't a problem with grandfather here."

Gu Cangsheng gave him an annoyed look.

Knowing what Gu Yuan meant by those words, if anything happens, let me handle it.

"Alright, go. If you can't hold out, shout and grandfather will pull you out."

The conversation between this grandfather and grandson made the surrounding people's scalps go numb.

Do you think this is like going to the vegetable market to buy cabbage?

That's heavenly punishment!

The Primordial Divine Lord still wanted to persuade, but Gu Yuan had already walked up to him, extending his right hand with palm facing up.

"Young Master, what are you doing..."

"Rules cannot be broken."

Gu Yuan rubbed his index finger and thumb together,

"My grandfather's intervention doubles the price, but since I, the young master, am personally stepping in and bearing greater risk, Senior Primordial, shouldn't you show some more appreciation?"

The Primordial Divine Lord's eyes went black, and he almost fainted.

This Gu family, from old to young, are all damn vampires!

"I... I still have the mining rights to a supreme immortal vein..."

The Primordial Divine Lord shakily handed over a jade tablet.

This is equivalent to doubling the base and then adding ten percent.

Gu Yuan snatched the jade tablet, stuffed it into his sleeve, and nodded satisfied.

"Deal."

Before his words even fell, Gu Yuan tapped the tip of his foot, turned into a stream of light, and shot straight into the clouds.

Above the Heavenly Dome, the second bolt of Nine Abyss World-Destroying Purple Lightning had already formed.

It was a purplish-red lightning dragon as thick as a water barrel, baring fangs and claws, carrying the might to destroy everything, and it viciously slashed down at the Withered Wood Old Ancestor's ravaged remains.

The Withered Wood Old Ancestor closed his eyes, awaiting death.

At this critical moment.

A moon-white figure suddenly appeared directly above the Withered Wood Old Ancestor, slender in build, facing that violent purplish-red lightning dragon.

Gu Yuan has arrived.