Chapter 583: Irresistible

"Heavenly Language, you have fallen!" Little Wei Yuan was heartbroken. How long had it been, and immortal silver had corroded a simple force-Shaman who pursued absolute power into this appearance?

Little Wei Yuan, as the Realm Lord of Qingming, top-tier Dharma Form, Creation Immortal Venerable of the Human Realm's Renjian Yanhuo, Dingxi Military Governor, Great Tang Qingyang County Pacification Commissioner, one of the strongest geniuses of the Taichu Palace, undefeated in Dharma Form, and Chess Immortal who descended to the world, currently didn't even have a follower. If there was anything, he had to let the warriors in his Mind-Reflection World run errands, which was equivalent to serving himself.

Compared with Heavenly Language, Little Wei Yuan was defeated in terms of appearance.

Heavenly Language also sighed and kept rubbing the iron body of the Shaman beauty beside him, saying: "I have no choice. Force-Shamans have no brains and have been cheated too much. If you don't wear gold and silver and pull a few more beauties to cushion the field, they all think you are a liar. Yes, I am talking about someone like you."

Little Wei Yuan said: "Heavenly Language brother, it is completely unnecessary to add the last sentence."

Little Wei Yuan was very dissatisfied in his heart. Where did he look like a liar? And Little Wei Yuan felt that Heavenly Language himself wanted to find a Shaman beauty, and then said it was necessary for work. Obviously, he treated Little Wei Yuan as a fool.

Heavenly Language said: "I came here this time and brought another three million *jin* of Thunder Sand. In addition, there is this thing. You see if it can be used. If it can be used, we have plenty of it there."

Little Wei Yuan took it and looked. It was a gray-white, strange mineral ore with scales. As soon as it touched the water vapor in the air, it immediately seeped out a layer of fine white mist. The white mist fell on Little Wei Yuan's hand, and there was a slight burning stinging pain. This feeling was very similar to the water in the Thunder Pool falling on the hand, and it should also be some kind of strong acid.

Little Wei Yuan immediately concluded that this was likely another material that could manufacture new gunpowder. The problem was, how did Heavenly Language know?

Little Wei Yuan remained calm and said: "I need to study this thing, but it should be useful. How do you plan to sell it?"

"The same old way, exchange for brocade and wine. One *jin* of this mist stone is calculated as half a *jin* of Thunder Sand."

"Okay, I'm not sure if it's useful, but let's take one million *jin* first to try."

"I have one million *jin* right now, and I have already brought it over. This batch is free, considered a trial for you." Heavenly Language said.

Little Wei Yuan was surprised again. Had this Heavenly Language learned to cast a long line to catch a big fish?

Heavenly Language said again: "There is another piece of news. The Xu family has opened up another trade route and connected with another large tribe, the Lei Ze tribe, selling silk brocade to them. The Lei Ze tribe is now reselling part of the silk brocade to the interior of the Shaman tribe, which has had an impact on our business. We now have to lower the selling price of brocade to thirty taels a piece to be on par with them."

Fortunately, this was still the familiar Heavenly Language, who exposed how much money he earned in one go. This guy, reselling a piece of brocade, made a profit of more than ten taels of immortal silver, earning more than Little Wei Yuan.

However, Little Wei Yuan also intended to do so. Without enough rich profits, there was no way to let the Desolate Ancestor tribe stay out of it. If the Desolate Ancestor tribe had also joined the war of the Rain Kingdom at the beginning, Little Wei Yuan didn't know if he could hold on.

"How much brocade did Lei Ze sell?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

"About one hundred and fifty thousand pieces, because the price was lower than ours, so they were all sold out at once."

Little Wei Yuan was also speechless. How high was the price set by the Desolate Ancestor tribe before, that it could be sold out at once at thirty taels a piece?

Little Wei Yuan said: "Brocade, after buying one piece, people won't buy a second piece in a short time..."

Heavenly Language shook his head immediately: "No, our Shaman tribe will, many people will buy until they are bankrupt."

"Okay, your Shaman tribe... is quite cute. I have some inventory here, first give you one million pieces. You sell them all."

Heavenly Language was startled and said: "This, so many?! Then I have to keep it and sell it, what if there won't be so many goods in the future?"

Little Wei Yuan laughed and said: "Don't worry, there are plenty! Wait a few more months, there will be as many as you want!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded behind the two: "Where did you get so much brocade?"

This voice was too close, and Little Wei Yuan was startled. He turned his head and saw the giant face of the Great Desolate Sun, like a washbasin, close at hand, almost sticking to it.

Looking at it at close range, one could see the transparent coarse hair growing on the giant face of the Great Desolate Sun, like iron nails.

Little Wei Yuan bowed and said: "This is the inventory for this period of time, but the production of brocade in Ningzhou is too slow, so I decided to start the workshop myself to produce brocade. Once the workshop is opened, there will be more brocade."

The Great Desolate Sun nodded and asked again: "Then how much can you produce? How should we sell it?"

"How is your relationship with the Lei Ze tribe?" Little Wei Yuan countered.

"It's about the same as the Rain Kingdom. The Lei Ze tribe is also a Nether Shaman, and the tribe ancestor is the uncle of Grandmaster Hongye."

Saying this, Little Wei Yuan understood, so he said: "Starting next month, I will give you five hundred thousand pieces of brocade every month. If you sell it, it will be based on the monthly sales. If the price does not drop, then I will give you more. If the price drops, then sell it at this amount until the price drops to ten taels of immortal silver."

Heavenly Language frowned: "Ten taels of immortal silver? Wouldn't we not be able to make money?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "I will gradually lower the price, down to six taels, or even five taels."

The Great Desolate Sun interjected: "The price of brocade you collect from human craftsmen is more than five taels, would you be willing to lose money?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "The brocade I produce myself will not lose money."

"Don't you pay the craftsmen?" Heavenly Language couldn't figure out how it wouldn't lose money, and it was close to the truth in one word.

Little Wei Yuan didn't answer this question.

Heavenly Language looked embarrassed: "Even so, if the price hits ten taels, we won't be able to make much money." Little Wei Yuan said: "You can't make much money, but the Lei Ze tribe will not be able to make any money at all, completely cutting off their path of wealth."

The Great Desolate Sun hammered the final word: "Just do it!"

With the Great Desolate Sun present, the two sides quickly reached a consensus and renegotiated the price. The brocade supplied by Little Wei Yuan was tentatively set at ten taels of immortal silver, and the Thunder Sand was one tael of immortal silver per *jin*. The mist stone was half a tael of immortal silver per *jin*, and this batch of one million *jin* of mist stone was considered a gift.

Thus, the Desolate Ancestor tribe still owed Little Wei Yuan two million taels of immortal silver, used soul Yingluo to offset one million taels, and then the remaining one million taels gave Little Wei Yuan an ancient immortal plant seed.

Little Wei Yuan firmly refused to accept it.

The seed given last time finally had no vitality and turned into a dead object, which could only be used as medicinal material for Xu Henshui. If the seaweed hadn't grown successfully, Little Wei Yuan would have been ready to settle the old account with Heavenly Language. An ancient immortal plant seed that didn't know whether it could be raised, also wanted to offset one million taels?

The Great Desolate Sun stretched out his hand, and there was a round ball burning with golden-red flames in his hand, the surface was mottled, and there were mysterious runes sealing vitality.

The Great Desolate Sun said: "This is a seed of the Flame God Flower that I snatched back from the Desolate Realm at the risk of my life. The vitality inside is intact. Although it is not as good as that ancient immortal plant seed, it is also worth more than one million immortal silver. Would you like to choose this one?"

Little Wei Yuan's heart suddenly jumped, and he knew his opportunity had come. He remained calm and asked: "Can I take a look at that ancient immortal plant seed?"

The Great Desolate Sun took out a large stone, and no matter how Little Wei Yuan looked at it, it was a stone.

Little Wei Yuan was in a dilemma, and finally said: "Can I have both?"

Read every single word carefully!

The amount of this cargo transaction was truly huge. The two sides moved for two whole days before the handover was completed. Little Wei Yuan gave an extra one hundred thousand pieces of brocade, cleared the warehouse, and took both immortal seeds.

That fire-element immortal plant was sent directly to the Human Realm's Renjian Yanhuo, and the stone was first placed with Yu Zhizhuo to study its physical properties. After all, no matter how Little Wei Yuan looked at it, he felt that this thing was really a stone.

The Desolate Ancestor tribe is not good at lying, which does not mean they have never lied.

After dealing with this transaction, Little Wei Yuan was about to go to the place where the new chariot was built to take a look, when he suddenly felt a subtle aura rising at the edge of the realm. This aura was subtle but special, and only Little Wei Yuan could perceive it. This aura was the mysterious Shaman who came to the door during the war.

Little Wei Yuan flashed, appearing in front of the Shaman at the fastest speed, to deter him with speed, lest he have any thoughts he shouldn't have.

The Shaman was still wrapped in a black robe that could isolate everything. Seeing Little Wei Yuan appear, the aura fluctuated imperceptibly, and finally was shocked by Little Wei Yuan's speed.

He said in vague human language: "The war has not ended, Grandmaster Hongye is still alive, the Lord is very dissatisfied with this! The goodwill of the Desolate Ancestor tribe is not free."

"In the final battle, I sent myself to their central army, Grandmaster Hongye still refused to make a move with me, what can I do?"

The Shaman said: "The Lord doesn't want to hear excuses, only the results. If you can't do it, then selling the Yang bomb to us is fine."

"Absolutely impossible." The two Yang bombs were refined with Little Wei Yuan's two hundred years of Yang life, and the cause and effect with Little Wei Yuan were so close that Little Wei Yuan would never hand these two bullets to anyone.

The Shaman was obviously angry, and the killing intent surged. Little Wei Yuan was naturally not afraid, looked directly at him, and did not retreat.

Finally, the Shaman restrained his killing intent and said: "Grandmaster Hongye is not without weaknesses. Others don't know his biggest weakness, but our Lord knows it clearly. He hid a human woman on the border of the Rain Kingdom, and that woman gave birth to a child for him. This is his biggest weakness."

"I will tell you the location, you go and catch them back, force Grandmaster Hongye to come to Qingming to fight you to the death, and then you give him a Yang bomb. As long as the Yang bomb hits Grandmaster Hongye, cutting off three thousand years of Yang life, whether he lives or dies counts as you completing the task."

Little Wei Yuan frowned: "This method is a bit despicable."

"Haven't you done enough bad things?" The Shaman mocked.

Little Wei Yuan shook his head directly: "No, this matter violates my principles of being a person, it must... be paid heavily!"

The Shaman sneered, looking as if he had expected it, and then reached out, with a round jade ball in his palm. There was a bloodstain on the jade bead, which was eye-catching.

As soon as this ball came out, Little Wei Yuan's entire Dao Foundation was shaking, and the ocean was surging with monstrous waves, and almost the entire Dharma Form had an abnormality.

Little Wei Yuan tried his best to suppress the abnormality in his body and asked calmly: "What is this?"

The Shaman made a low laugh and said: "The Lord was right, every one of you Taichu Palace cultivators will want it incomparably. Not long after your Taichu Palace ancestor attained the Dao, he came to our Shaman Domain to break in, accidentally provoked a strong enemy, and in a life-and-death battle, even the realm stone he carried was broken. This is one of the fragments."

"One of them? How many fragments are there in total?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

"The Lord has another piece in his hand. As for whether there are other fragments scattered in other places, I don't know."

Little Wei Yuan didn't expect that the realm stone that established the Taichu Palace main mountain was incomplete, but this reward made him unable to refuse at all, so he said: "Tell me the location, in addition, I also need a Shaman identity."

PS: As long as there are enough crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, there will be patches in the next chapter.

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