Chapter 675

"The second condition is that you have to sell me five million catties of silk, at eighty percent of the market price."

Li Chengfeng calculated slightly. This requirement was roughly equivalent to more than one million taels of immortal silver. He had already spent ten million taels just building the city wall, so he agreed immediately.

Fortunately, Little Wei Yuan didn't make more demands, but said: "Before you fulfill the two conditions above, your subordinates will be wronged for a while and live in the Azure Void for a few days. When you handle the matter, I will let them return. It's just that their food and lodging fee is one tael per person per day, and they can only be released after clearing it."

"Is this true?"

"I, Little Wei Yuan, keep my word!"

"Good! With Lord Wei's status and reputation, you shouldn't be someone who breaks his word!" Li Chengfeng agreed immediately.

At this time, the strategist next to him offered paper and pen. Little Wei Yuan was stunned: "What is this for?"

The strategist said: "Words are not proof; why not write a peace treaty, let both sides sign it, as a witness."

Li Chengfeng's face turned a bit black, thinking that once this peace treaty was signed, wouldn't he become a sinner through the ages? How could such a peace treaty that nailed himself to the pillar of shame be signed?

But since the strategist brought it up, Li Chengfeng squeezed out a smile and said: "That's also good! What does Lord Wei think?" In his heart, he scolded the blind strategist to death and prepared to find a way to kill him after going back.

Little Wei Yuan laughed and tore the paper directly, saying: "Sign what? What can a piece of peace treaty constrain? It's really the opinion of a rotten scholar! Now that everyone is talking, just do it according to what was discussed. If we can't talk later, we'll just fight another battle and talk again. What peace treaty do we need? Am I afraid you will go back on your word?"

The strategist's face turned blue and white, but he only dared to scold "barbarian" in his heart and didn't dare to say a word more. Little Wei Yuan, this kind of barbarian, didn't know how to respect scholars and couldn't talk to him about integrity and death. Little Wei Yuan really killed people.

Li Chengfeng also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly settled the matter.

Little Wei Yuan added another sentence: "I will only hand over at Bishui here."

Li Chengfeng not only breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a stone fall in his heart.

Raising five million catties of silk was a bit difficult, but money was not a problem. It was just a price difference of more than one million taels of immortal silver. Li Chengfeng could still make a profit on brocade, and inside and out, it was just seven or eight hundred thousand taels of immortal silver. In his eyes, this was a small matter.

As long as the Bishui domain was preserved, if the army was exhausted, it could be supplemented, and if military expenses were insufficient, it could be allocated. None of these were problems.

A smile appeared on Li Chengfeng's face, so he ordered the soldiers to put down their weapons, take off their armor, and return to the Azure Void with Little Wei Yuan's army. The soldiers were told that they were not prisoners, but collateral for the peace treaty, and they could come back after a while.

The reputation of hostages was better than prisoners, and it could be considered serving the country, so the soldiers didn't have much rebound and obeyed obediently.

A smile finally appeared on Li Chengfeng's face, and the atmosphere eased a lot. Little Wei Yuan rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Is it time to draw a prize?"

Li Chengfeng and a Dharma Form general unfolded the scroll and said: "Lord Wei, please!"

He looked confident, and the strategists and generals who knew the details were all praising the Fourth Highness's wit in their hearts. This Phoenix Fire Xiangong painting had been drawn by the Li family for hundreds of years. There was only one immortal artifact, four Master Yu Jing spiritual treasures, and not many Dharma Form magic treasures. Most of them were just drawing some Dao Foundation materials.

Now Li Chengfeng used such an ethereal prospect to preserve the Bishui domain and exchange for Little Wei Yuan's withdrawal, which was really cost-effective.

Many people in the crowd knew how to look at Qi, and now Little Wei Yuan looked ordinary, no different from ordinary people. It seemed that the so-called Little Wei Yuan being the Son of Qi fortune was all rumors.

If this Little Wei Yuan were the Son of Qi fortune, wouldn't they all have become Qi fortune itself?

The Phoenix Fire Xiangong is the place where the divine phoenix fell. Phoenix birds and heavenly phoenixes value Qi fortune the most, and there is a saying that they don't perch unless it's a parasol tree. That's why the Li family had the tradition of using this treasure to test the Qi fortune status of future generations.

The immortal sect's unified examination method for testing Qi fortune cannot exclude floating fortune, nor can it test Qi fortune status. So many people who are lucky for a while can also enter the immortal palace's eyes. And floating fortune is hard to enter the divine phoenix's eyes.

So everyone was waiting to see what kind of expression Little Wei Yuan would have when he drew a Dao Foundation material. Some people were also uneasy in their hearts, feeling that they had to give him at least a Dharma Form magic treasure, otherwise, Little Wei Yuan might be angry out of shame.

Little Wei Yuan was full of expectations and unexpectedly found that drawing a prize was quite exciting. He loosened his collar, took off the silk scarf sent by True Person Yan Shi from his neck, and then reached out with his big hand into the painting.

The immortal world inside the painting isolated spiritual sense. Little Wei Yuan only felt that his fingertips touched many things, but they all bounced away when touched. Finally, he grabbed a big hand and grabbed a ball of somewhat greasy fire. The fire burned his Primordial Spirit to the point of trembling, and with a scream, his hand was retracted, and he grabbed a large ball of moss still burning with faint phoenix heavenly fire in his hand.

Once this object came out, the surrounding temperature rose in a straight line. The Dao Foundation cultivators were almost ignited all over, and they quickly retreated to tens of zhang away to stand.

Immortal objects are born in the world and have their own names. Little Wei Yuan observed with the Qi-gazing technique, and relying on his own peak Qi fortune, he broke through the heavenly laws around it in one fell swoop and knew the name of this object: Phoenix Blood Longevity Moss.

Combining the origin of this painting and the true name of this treasure, Little Wei Yuan roughly guessed the origin of this immortal object: it should be a piece of moss born after the divine phoenix fell and absorbed phoenix blood. Among the immortal treasures left by the Phoenix Fire Xiangong, this object should probably rank first.

Little Wei Yuan immediately put this piece of Phoenix Blood Moss into the earthly paradise. Although he was burned by the phoenix fire to the point of wanting to jump, Little Wei Yuan was happy in his heart, which was indescribable.

However, he looked unlucky on the surface and said: "It's really unlucky, I actually just grabbed a handful of grass!"

Then Little Wei Yuan tied the silk scarf again.

Some strategists and generals showed smiles. Seeing that Little Wei Yuan didn't mean to turn his face, they thought they had escaped a disaster. Li Chengfeng, however, stood blankly in place, wishing he could slap himself a few times.

"The battle is over, and I should go too. Fourth Highness, prepare early; the brocade will be shipped in three days. Silk is not easy to raise, you have to hurry up; tens of thousands of troops, the food and lodging for one day is forty thousand immortal silver!"

Li Chengfeng squeezed out a smile and said: "What about those injured soldiers?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "One price, ten taels of immortal silver per person."

"Deal." Li Chengfeng agreed without thinking.

Little Wei Yuan returned to the army. At this time, the Azure Void began to clean up the battlefield and take away all the Zhao army soldiers. Only Li Chengfeng's two thousand personal guards were left.

This time Little Wei Yuan brought hundreds of cargo trucks, which were just enough to pull the injured Zhao army soldiers. Seeing that the Azure Void was still polite to the Zhao army and took good care of the wounded, with serious injuries being treated on the spot and no stinginess with elixirs and ointments, Li Chengfeng was slightly relieved.

Then he began to think about how to report to his father.

(End of chapter)