Chapter 1122: If you won't give it to me, I'll just take it myself

Having long guessed the intentions of the three tribes, upon hearing this, Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo, Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ and the others felt no surprise at all.

He looked at the three tribes' elders, and Yun Xiantai spoke.

"Surrender is fine; just agree to our few conditions."

"Please speak."

The three tribes had likewise long guessed this; since it's a surrender, it certainly couldn't be settled by a single word from you—what price should be paid is certain.

Seeing this, Yun Xiantai said unhurriedly.

"First, you, including your Sub Tribe, must hand over two-thirds of your Luck Power; of course, after we take it from you, we will give you one-third of the Luck Power."

Yun Xiantai said this to the Barbarian Tribe and the Stone Tribe.

The two tribes now can't even talk about handing over two-thirds of their Luck Power; damn, even their original Luck Power is in the hands of the Human Race.

Without Luck Power, those two tribes might as well wait for death.

However, if they could surrender, the Human Race could give them some Luck Power to keep them alive.

As for this, the Ancient Tribe and Barbarian Tribe had no strong reaction; anyway, they originally had none, so now being able to retrieve a bit doesn't seem too hard to accept.

But the Undying Race is different; their Luck Power still remains.

Thus, the Undying Race's First Elder immediately spoke in a cold voice.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible; we cannot possibly agree to this condition."

Before arriving, the Undying Race's elders had set their bottom line at half; they were willing to give up half of their Luck Power, which already made them bleed with heartache.

That's half of the Luck Power; do you know how great the loss would be for the Ancient Tribe if they gave it up?

But who would have thought the Human Race's appetite would be even larger than imagined; opening with a demand for two-thirds makes it impossible for them to accept.

Seeing the Undying Race's elders firmly opposed, Yun Xiantai was not in a hurry and smiled faintly.

"Disagree?"

"Yes, we firmly disagree."

"Then there's nothing to negotiate, huh?"

"Yun Xiantai, the way your Human Race is doing this is against the rules."

"Rules? You're talking to me about rules?"

"Huh?"

"Since you won't give it, I'll just take it myself."

Looking at the Undying Race's elders with a half‑smile, upon hearing this they instantly lost their fire.

That meaning is already clear: if you don't give it, I'll just take action myself.

But if the Human Race were to act, the Undying Race couldn't stop them at all; by then it wouldn't be just a matter of two‑thirds—they'd take everything, and you'd have no way to stop it.

For a moment, the Undying Race's elders fell silent.

They were ten thousand times unwilling, but now do they have a choice? If you don't give it, I'll take it myself, and then you can leave.

Moreover, the Ancient Tribe and Barbarian Tribe on the side had no intention to speak; after the Undying Race's elders remained silent for a while, they nodded like a deflated balloon.

"Good, we agree."

"That's right; also, each of your Sub Tribes should gather your own Luck Power and then send it all together."

You............

Hearing this, the three tribes' elders were so angry their teeth itched; "Do you even realize what you're saying?"

"Letting us hand over the Luck Power is bad enough, but you also want us to collect it and deliver it ourselves? Should I weave a flower basket for you to pack it in?"

Still, anger aside, the three tribes' elders dared not say more.

Having borne the pain of giving up the Luck Power, this little humiliation is nothing; they gave it anyway.

"Anything else?"

The first condition having been agreed upon, the Ancient Tribe's First Elder asked.

Hearing that, Yun Xiantai continued.

"There is still one condition concerning the Barbarian Tribe."

"Us?"

The condition aimed solely at the Barbarian Tribe made their elders, upon hearing it, a little panicked: "What do you humans see in us?"

"No way, our Barbarian Tribe doesn't even have any Luck Power now; what could you possibly want from us?"

The Barbarian Tribe's elder was somewhat dazed; under their doubtful gaze, Yun Xiantai spoke unhurriedly.

"You Barbarian Tribe must hand over all your barbarian beasts, regardless of rank."

"What?"

Hearing this, the Barbarian Tribe's elders were utterly stunned; they had been guessing what the Human Race wanted, but never imagined it would be their barbarian beasts.

These barbarian beasts are a unique species of the Barbarian Tribe, and raising one costs an enormous amount.

Moreover, barbarian beasts help the Barbarian Tribe greatly, especially in battle, where their cooperation often yields unexpected effects.

Yet no one had expected the Human Race to set its sights on the Barbarian Tribe's barbarian beasts.

Yun Xiantai said this solely because of the ingredients.

These barbarian beasts are also a rare kind of ingredient; how could such a good thing be missed?

Leaving them in the Barbarian Tribe's hands is sheer waste; it would be better to bring them over, fence off a plot, and set up an artificial farm—wouldn't the variety of ingredients increase right away?

"No, absolutely not; these barbarian beasts are the very foundation of our Barbarian Tribe—impossible, absolutely impossible."

Now the Barbarian Tribe is in a panic; the barbarian beasts are too important to them to give away.

Besides, this isn't a matter of one or two beasts; if the number were smaller, the Barbarian Tribe's elders might still consider it.

But the Human Race opens with a demand for all of them—who could agree to that? So it's impossible, absolutely impossible to agree.

If they agreed, the Barbarian Tribe would have no barbarian beasts from now on.

A Barbarian Tribe without barbarian beasts—would it still be called a Barbarian Tribe?

So, the first reaction of the Barbarian Tribe's elders was to refuse, a firm refusal.

Faced with this, the Cloud Immortal Table showed no change in expression, and repeated the same words.

"Disagree? Fine, if you won't give it, then we'll just take it ourselves."

"You............."

Hearing this, the Barbarian Tribe's elders' mouths twitched in anger—do they still want any face?

But seeing Yun Xiantai's half-smiling expression, the Barbarian Tribe's elders also grew a little uneasy.

Because this Human Race really would do it—if you don't give it, they'd really dare to snatch it.

By then, it might not be as simple as just the barbarian beasts.

The Luck Power is gone, and now they're eyeing our barbarian beasts—Human Race, aren't you being a bit too greedy?

Unable to resist, after the Barbarian Tribe's elders remained silent for a while, they spoke up.

"Could the number be a little less? After all, everyone knows how important the barbarian beasts are to our Barbarian Tribe."

It was a reluctant concession, but Yun Xiantai shook his head.

"No good—if I said all, then it's all; not a single head can be missing."

"This................"

Seeing that Yun Xiantai had no room for negotiation, the Barbarian Tribe's elders wondered, what do you Human Race want the barbarian beasts for?

Can you train them? Can you command them? Even if you took them, they'd be completely useless.