Chapter 315: The Gold Coin Guild's Conditions

Cang Star Sea Region.

The resurrected Mingwu Clan, like ferocious beasts ending their hibernation, ravenously sought to devour everything to replenish their own nutrients.

At this moment, ink-thick mist gushed forth from the center of Misty Hidden Island, winding toward the sky like millions of giant pythons.

Wherever it passed, clouds dissolved into gray-white fluffy matter, drifting down in a drizzle.

After several days of silence, the Mingwu Clan officially launched a probing plundering war against the entire Cang Star Sea Region, wanting to understand the current power structure of the region in detail.

For the various races and creatures inhabiting the Cang Star Sea Region, this was undoubtedly a sudden catastrophe.

Yin winds howled through the archipelago, their sound like millions of wronged souls wailing simultaneously.

Along the coasts of many islands, the vanguard forces of the Mingwu Clan were landing, swinging blades of slaughter at everything they saw.

A small coral reef near Misty Hidden Island collapsed rapidly under the shroud of the Mingwu mist.

The green vegetation covering the coral groups withered and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye; after the bark peeled off, gray-white bone-like textures were exposed.

Slaughter was also taking place beneath the sea surface.

Schools of sea fish, upon contacting the mist, were devoured by the army of slaughter surging from within the fog.

The Sea Anemone Archipelago, thirty nautical miles away, was the first to be struck, becoming the first island to be swallowed.

Before the mist even arrived, the ocean currents surrounding the archipelago had already become chaotic.

The originally azure seawater turned turbid, with huge shadows vaguely visible swimming beneath the water.

When the Mingwu mist touched the outermost reefs, countless figures wielding sharp blades emerged from the mist.

They wore semi-transparent scale armor, and ghostly blue flames flickered in their hollow eye sockets.

Although they had lost their former bodies, after a long period of silence, these Mingwu Clan warriors possessed stronger Corpse-Of-The-Dead bodies.

The flock of seabirds on the island let out mournful cries, frantically flapping their wings in an attempt to escape, but their feathers quickly became covered in gray-white frost spots.

Viewed from high above, the entire island was spreading out from the Mingwu Clan's landing point, rapidly losing its color.

Green vegetation, monsters, wild beasts... wherever the gray passed, all things withered.

And at the Hai Tian Jiao Jie, the mist had formed a giant wall reaching a thousand meters high.

The seawater wherever it passed became dead silent, and even the undulation of the waves slowed down.

The Mingwu Clan's expansion advanced from three directions: sea, land, and air.

At this moment, on Dream Island near the Colorful Mist Coast.

Ah Lan stood on the watchtower, gazing at Dock Number 2 in the distance.

The usually bustling dock seemed to have had its soul extracted.

The berths that were crowded with merchant ships just 72 hours ago now held only a few merchant ships that hadn't managed to withdraw, drifting lonely.

The most conspicuous were the Ling Shield Clan's merchant ships hung with colorful flags; the gangways hadn't even been retracted as they hurriedly moved stored cargo, preparing for an emergency evacuation.

The commotion of the Mingwu Clan's appearance was too great; it had reached Dream Island over these past few days.

Merchant caravans of various races chose to flee one after another.

Some races chose to temporarily deposit the cargo they brought with them in the hands of the Gold Coin Guild, betting on the Gold Coin Guild's integrity, hoping to retrieve these resources in the future.

In Ah Lan's eyes, this was a crisis for the Gold Coin Guild, but also an opportunity.

If handled well, the Gold Coin Guild's reputation in the eyes of the various races would skyrocket, allowing for more room for cooperation in the future.

But the problem now is how to make the Gold Coin Guild continue to exist.

In not many days, the Mingwu Clan's great army would approach; by then, all facilities on Dream Island might be destroyed.

Players can resurrect, but rebuilding facilities takes time, and re-gathering the alien merchant caravans also takes time.

The most dangerous situation right now is actually not Dream Island, but the Gold Coin Guild's trade clients being continuously slaughtered by the Mingwu Clan.

Feasting on the legacy of the aliens is satisfying, but in the long run, it is undoubtedly draining the pond to catch the fish.

Once the Mingwu Clan completely controls the Cang Star Sea Region, how many clients will remain is completely unknown; indeed, many clients will have to flee the Cang Star Sea Region, wandering to other relatively safe sea regions to continue scraping by.

The Gold Coin Guild's first crisis was more severe than anticipated.

The first crisis he imagined was from other sea regions, or a plundering force air-dropped.

If they couldn't plunder resources on Dream Island, they would withdraw.

The current situation is that the Mingwu Clan has taken root in the Cang Star Sea Region; in the future, wanting to continue trade, one simply cannot bypass this powerful race.

Wanting to crush the Mingwu Clan is utterly impossible with the current strength of the Player Faction.

He asked the Guide, and the Mingwu Clan currently has nine Ban Shen Jing experts.

One of them is even a being at the Half-Step Divine Realm.

The Gold Coin Guild already has influence on the forum, but pulling out any single expert from the Mingwu Clan's ranks would easily crush the gathered power of the Player Camp.

For a player, problems that can be solved by violence are not problems at all.

But the current crisis obviously cannot be solved directly through military force, at least not right now.

For the continued development of the Gold Coin Guild, he decided to try to find the Mingwu Clan's weaknesses.

With an idea formed, Ah Lan chose to self-dissolve on the spot.

To return to the Small Black Room in the fastest way.

One hour later.

Ah Lan's figure appeared in the library.

He used the search function to find historical data related to the Cang Star Sea Region and began to consult it.

The library's greatest advantage, besides its vast amount of data, is that many historical records are updated in real-time.

Soon, Ah Lan found historical data information related to the Mingwu Clan.

This information was recorded in "Cang Star - Record of the Misty Sea Star".

Among the races players have encountered, the Mingwu Clan is one of the older races in the Monster World.

This race rose to prominence roughly one era after the Counter-Tide Legion, long after the Four Gods Civil War, the Cataclysm War, and the Age of the Old Gods' Ascension.

Years of war forced the original dominant power of the Azure Star Sea, the Azure Star Clan, to exit the stage of history.

The Mingwu Clan descended during the chaotic era of warring warlords; their adversaries included several fallen native powers from the Monster World and many other descending forces like themselves.

They arrived at a perfect time—rising swiftly in their full glory, unstoppable.

Soon, they became a dominant power across both seas.

They then advanced toward the third sea—the now-called Ascension Sea—and clashed with the Qingxiu Clan over resource control.

This war marked the Mingwu Clan's final moment of glory.

After winning the war, the Mingwu Clan ascended to the status of tri-sea hegemon, preparing to recover their war strength in seclusion before launching plundering campaigns toward the distant outer seas.

It was during this phase that the Deathwhisper Clan descended and toppled the Mingwu Clan from their throne of hegemony.

The Deathwhisper Clan, severely weakened, was then crushed by the Mingwu Clan's Great General, General Ye Ming, becoming a relic of history.

The outcome was mutual ruin—both withdrew from the stage.

Thus, the three seas reentered the era of warring warlords.

One generation of old rulers gave way to the next; the position of sea hegemon changed hands several times, but ultimately returned to chaos.

Until the Ascension Clan descended—the southeastern portion of the Azure Star Sea became their territory, driving numerous alien factions into the Azure Star Sea, showing signs of contending for the new tri-sea hegemon, their power gradually radiating across all three seas.

As for the Ancient God Clan, their development model essentially mirrored that of the Bliss Lord.

They cared little for territorial conquest, focusing instead on using the Ancient God Arena to nourish the growth and construction of their own clan.

Compared to the Bliss Clan, the Ancient God Clan's development model was more aggressive, requiring frequent clashes with nearby factions.

Shift the perspective back to the present—the sea landscape has changed again.

Now, each of the three seas has a powerful ruler: the Ancient God Clan in the Death Sea, the Ascension Clan and Within Shu Yan in the Ascension Sea, and the resurgent Mingwu Clan in the Azure Star Sea.

By comparing historical records.

Of these three forces, the Ancient God Clan is likely the strongest—the Death Sea is merely one of the Ancient God Clan's territories in the Monster World.

The Death Arena is merely one of the three Arenas under the Ancient God's command.

After securing control of the Azure Star Sea, the Mingwu Clan has little chance of directly challenging the Ancient God Clan.

After all, the Ancient God Clan has already had preliminary contact with the Mingwu Clan and demonstrated formidable strength; the Mingwu Clan's decision not to pursue is itself a statement of attitude.

The Mingwu Clan's most likely next targets are the Ascension Clan and Within Shu Yan.

In terms of strength, even combined, Within Shu Yan and the Ascension Clan may not rival the Mingwu Clan.

These two forces would make excellent targets.

While browsing the library's books, A Lan discovered that external forces encountered by players primarily follow three development models.

The first type, represented by the Black Tide and the Insect Clan, is the devouring and plunder model, gaining nourishment through war.

The Mingwu Clan can also be classified under the plunder development model, but not the first type.

The difference lies in that the Black Tide and Insect Tide have no absolute central hub and no ancestral homeland.

Like the Black Tide God and the Insect Clan's Supreme Hive Mind, they hold a handful of seeds and scatter them across various regions of the Monster World, expanding simultaneously from multiple locations.

Players today follow this same development model.

The second type is the "rule-logic" development model, represented by the Bliss Clan.

This is among the most distinctive groups in the Monster World—they may be like A Le, opening entertainment cities everywhere; or the Fate Clan, seeking living beings to engage in equal-value contests; or the Ancient God Clan, building arenas; or the Youlu Association, capturing living beings to participate in rule-based games.

These forces require little in resources but depend on other races in the Monster World.

Only in the Monster World can they find countless powerful beings to exploit through rule-logic.

The third type's representative is the Counter-Tide Legion.

They gain rule-energy nourishment through war logic while also rapidly expanding by plundering resources and territory through war.

The Hun Gui Clan is also a representative of this model—extracting power through territorial nodes, then using war to let their Soul Beasts devour the enemy's elite forces, continuously increasing their own combat strength.

Compared to the first model, this type has an absolute central region.

That is, each clan's ancestral homeland—vulnerable to being completely wiped out by a far superior force.

The Mingwu Clan also follows this plunder-and-growth model.

Comparing different development models reveals a significant weakness in the Mingwu Clan's chosen model.

Without formidable strength of their own, they easily hit a bottleneck during expansion.

Without external resource infusion, their internal development slows dramatically, forcing them to shift from external extraction to internal production.

That is, enlarging the internal cake.

Like the Counter-Tide Legion, they possess a massive logistical support corps.

Farming, cultivation, mining, animal husbandry—all managed by the logistical corps.

The Mingwu Clan lacks a supporting logistical system.

Simply put, the Mingwu Clan follows a one-time harvest model.

Take the Earth Nourish Tyrant devouring the "Demon Seed" small world as an example.

The Earth Nourish Tyrant has no intention of repeatedly restarting cycles to continuously exploit the small world; it only seeks to drain it dry as quickly as possible.

Theoretically, a small world is itself a resource capable of continuously yielding rule-derived energy.

But the Earth Nourish Tyrant has no interest in cultivation, focusing all energy on external plunder and expansion in the Monster World.

The Mingwu Clan is the same.

Historical records prove the Mingwu Clan has always chosen the "drain the pond" model—siphoning away the accumulated wealth of other races in one sweep, then seeking new plunder targets.

The advantage is rapid expansion like a furious tidal wave—but it becomes a stagnant whirlpool when facing the iron wall of a powerful clan.

Before a powerful clan, their momentum halts abruptly.

Seeing this, A Lan felt this might be a breakthrough.

Perhaps he could talk to the Mist-Water Clan, leveraging the advantage of his player faction to make them an important client of the Gold Coin Guild.

What the Gold Coin Guild could bring to the Mist-Water Clan was a continuous stream of resource revenue when their development faced setbacks.

As for how to cooperate, Ah Lan already had a preliminary plan in mind.

The next day.

Ah Lan left the library and decided to head straight for Mist-Hidden Island.

To talk to the Mist-Water Emperor or the Mist-Water Grand General.

But the foundation of negotiation rests on equal strength; he felt this trip would likely not proceed smoothly.

If successful, the Gold Coin Guild would not only avoid bankruptcy but might even gain the protection of the Mist-Water Clan, expanding even more rapidly.

Before leaving Emperor's Tomb Village, Ah Lan purchased a batch of location-teleportation scrolls in the Shangcheng.

The journey from Colorful Mist Coast to Mist-Hidden Island would take two days even with a vehicle.

With location teleportation, the time spent rushing back and forth when accidents occurred could be significantly reduced.

The Mist-Water Clan's plundering and expansion were still continuing; he had to hurry.

Three days later.

After multiple respawns and restarts, Ah Lan finally arrived at Mist-Hidden Island.

During this journey, he had to respawn four times to arrive.

Along the way, he could see the dark, oppressive Mist-Water legions ravaging the Star-Cyan Sea region; many islands had already fallen.

This was merely a probing attack by the Mist-Water Clan, yet many small powers could not even withstand such probing attacks, becoming fodder before the vastly superior Mist-Water Clan.

During his journey, all four of his deaths were caused by ambushes from the Mist-Water legions.

Fortunately, with the aid of location teleportation, he did not need to rush the same path repeatedly.

He looked up at the island shrouded in swirling black mist.

The outline of Mist-Hidden Island loomed faintly amidst the churning black mist, like a slumbering giant beast.

In the waters surrounding the island, countless Mist-Water legion warriors formed an iron wall, blocking all passages.

Their bodies were condensed from thick mist, sometimes dissipating like smoke, sometimes gathering into form; ghostly blue soul fires flickered within their hollow eye sockets.

The sea breeze swept over the island, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Ah Lan could hear low moans mixed within the wind, as if the souls of those fallen warriors were still wailing.

After the Mist-Water Clan returned, the black mist that had long permeated the Death Sea dissipated, while the Star-Cyan Sea transformed into the "Nether Sea," filled with shadowy phantoms.

It was clearly unrealistic to try to pass directly through the Mist-Water legions to enter Mist-Hidden Island and meet the Mist-Water Emperor.

Nor was there any other way to bypass the stationed Mist-Water warriors and enter the island's interior directly.

Ah Lan's idea was simple: go straight to the door; if one attempt failed, try twice.

As Ah Lan's figure surged forward, the stationed Mist-Water army moved, splitting off a small squad of several hundred to rush toward him quickly.

Before Ah Lan could speak, he was surrounded layer upon layer by Mist-Water warriors, their assault raining down like raindrops.

Instantly sending him back to the Small Black Room.

One hour later, when Ah Lan's figure appeared at the respawn point.

He decisively activated the location teleportation, his form vanishing once more into the light released by the teleportation scroll. This time, there were no accidents; for the suddenly appearing Ah Lan, the Mist-Water Clan still adopted the strategy of immediate execution.

Even though Ah Lan shouted that he wanted to see the Mist-Water Emperor.

Negotiations in the Monster World have always been conducted on the basis of equal strength.

Facing Ah Lan, the Mist-Water Clan did not even want to know his purpose for coming here.

A world where strength is king is this simple and brutal.

Death.

Respawn.

Teleport.

When Ah Lan's figure appeared for the third time on the reef outside Mist-Hidden Island, black mist churned beneath his feet, as if silently mocking the futile attempts of the Mist-Water legions to kill him.

This time, he did not move a single step.

He simply stood in place, calmly gazing at the Mist-Water legions surging forward like a tide.

A mist-blade pierced his chest.

Death.

Darkness.

Then, rebirth once more, teleport.

The same reef, the same black mist, the same outcome.

He was like a ghost trapped in a rift of time, endlessly repeating the cycle of death.

The fifth time.

The tenth time.

The fifteenth time.

As Ah Lan continued to appear, the attacks of the Mist-Water legions grew sluggish.

Those death-soldiers condensed from mist, with soul fires flickering in their hollow eye sockets, clearly could not comprehend what kind of creature this was that could respawn endlessly.

The eighteenth respawn and return.

Ah Lan still stood in place, his posture not even changed.

This time, just as a mist-blade was about to reach his throat, a low voice came from the depths of the black mist:

"Retreat."

Instantly, the surging black mist halted before Ah Lan; the Mist-Water warriors no longer attacked, but instead encircled him.

Just then, the mist parted like a tide to both sides before Ah Lan.

On the high platform of the Misty Fog far away, the elder of the Misty Fog Clan, "Bone-Eroder," slowly raised his hand, his blood-red eyes staring directly at the reappearing Ah Lan, his expression unable to hide his confusion.

"No need for mental communication; we can speak directly."

Feeling his spiritual energy seeping into his mind, Ah Lan immediately spoke.

Thanks to the Challenger System's automatic translation function, what he said sounded to the Misty Fog Clan like the language of their homeland.

Hearing these words, the flames in Bone-Eroder's pupils flared violently:

"From the homeland world?" Various thoughts surged in his mind, and killing intent swirled in Bone-Eroder's eyes.

Having already understood why Bone-Eroder held killing intent toward him, Ah Lan immediately explained:

"Rest assured, I am not from your homeland world, nor have I ever invaded your homeland world; everything is well in your homeland world. You can understand it as me possessing a rule power capable of automatically translating all information."

The violent sea wind suddenly subsided; deep within the thick fog, Bone-Eroder swiftly closed the distance, arriving before Ah Lan.

The word "rule" held immense attraction for him.

In the process of exploring the Monster World, too much opportunity information remained impossible to decipher.

If the Misty Fog Clan could master this rule, their future journey would no longer be obscure; all mysteries of the world could be deciphered and interpreted.

Gazing at Ah Lan, who showed no fear in his eyes, Bone-Eroder formed an idea in his heart.

The first thing he thought of was to force the whereabouts of this rule out of him through the cruel Mist Torture.

"Don't even think about it; since I dared to come, I fear none of your torture methods."

"Since you can resurrect, it must be due to the support of a rule."

Ah Lan smiled and nodded:

"You cannot kill me."

Recalling his repeated resurrections just now, Bone-Eroder flew around Ah Lan, scanning Ah Lan's body with both his gaze and perception.

He could not imagine that two rule imprints supported this frail body.

"Bone-Eroder, the 38th elder of the Misty Fog Clan Elder Council, I seek your Misty Fog Emperor... or General Ye Ming will do; in short, I need to speak with the highest leadership of your Misty Fog Clan."

Hearing Ah Lan, whom he had never seen before, state his name and also know his status within the Misty Fog Clan,

Bone-Eroder's heart was thrown into turmoil.

"What is the matter?"

Hearing this, Ah Lan smiled and shook his head:

"Telling you would be useless; in the Misty Fog Clan's power structure, you are merely the fourth tier, completely unable to decide the Misty Fog Clan's future development direction."

The black fog surrounding Bone-Eroder suddenly boiled, countless sharp mist spikes condensing in the air, yet halting at the very instant before they could erupt.

The soul fire in his head flickered violently, clearly enraged by Ah Lan's blunt and open contempt.

"Arrogant!"

Bone-Eroder's voice was laced with a hoarse roar:

"How dare an ant like you aspire to behold our Emperor?"

"Stop making empty threats; I came here precisely to meet your Misty Fog Emperor. Whether you report me or kill me is your decision, but I must tell you that your actions could very well affect the Misty Fog Clan's future development. Do not forget that my clan also possesses rules; my weakness does not represent my clan's strength."

"I wish to talk, and I am giving your Misty Fog Clan a chance," Ah Lan said without any courtesy.

As an old player, he clearly knew that authority in the Monster World was not won through compromise or cowardice; only strength could seize the initiative, while weakness would only be despised.

Just as Ah Lan had thought, Bone-Eroder hesitated.

The sea surface suddenly fell into dead silence; the black fog surrounding the island froze, as if the entire sea was waiting for Bone-Eroder's decision.

After a long while, a voice came from within the island:

"Bring him."

Three words, yet they caused Bone-Eroder to instantly drop to one knee and prostrate himself on the ground.

The corners of Ah Lan's mouth lifted slightly; he knew he had won the gamble.

The thick black fog surrounding the island suddenly receded like a tide, splitting open a deep, dark passage before Ah Lan.

Bone-Eroder silently rose; the surging, grim mist around him subsided, his expression one of reluctance, yet he dared not show the slightest disrespect again.

"Follow me."

Ah Lan decisively followed.

On both sides of the passage, countless Misty Fog soldiers materialized from the black fog; they maintained a posture of kneeling on one knee. This was the first time Ah Lan clearly saw their true forms.

Before long, they arrived before a passage constructed of mist; every step they took from now on would ripple with deep blue waves.

At the end of the passage, a Wang Zuo constructed of black fog floated in mid-air, with nine mist-formed ferocious beasts circling around the Wang Zuo.

The figure seated upon it slowly raised his head.

General Ye Ming's body was extremely tall, giving Ah Lan a sense of oppressive pressure capable of swallowing heaven and earth.

He had no physical form; his body was composed of mist and dark matter, wearing armor that he had worn in life.

Their gazes met; Ah Lan wasted no words and got straight to the point.

He took a bottle of Life Recovery Potion from his spatial bag and tossed it toward General Ye Ming.

General Ye Ming, having caught the potion, gently swirled the bottle, watching the transparent liquid shake within.

After unscrewing the cap and taking a light sniff, a smile appeared on his face:

"You indeed possess the qualification to negotiate, member of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild."

Hearing these words, Ah Lan was startled first, then immediately understood the reason.

In these past days, the Misty Fog Clan had slaughtered many races of the Cang Star Sea region; during that time, they had obviously also encountered alien races with trade relations to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

These alien races, before being killed, were also an important channel for the Misty Fog Clan to obtain intelligence on the Cang Star Sea region.

And the Recovery Potion was one of the core products in the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's foreign trade.

For this portion of the items, he adopted a hunger marketing model, continuously driving up the price of restoration potions through regular, limited supply.

Thus, it was not difficult to understand why General Ye Ming could immediately think of the Gold Coin Guild upon seeing the restoration potions.

In fact, General Ye Ming already possessed restoration potions looted from other races.

General Ye Ming lightly tapped the armrest of the Wang Zuo, his gaze filled with oppressive pressure staring directly at Ah Lan:

"I will not ask how much production capacity your Gold Coin Guild has, nor where these pure life potions truly originate. I only require that you supply these goods to my clan in the same quantities as before as a gift. In exchange, the Mingwu Clan permits the Gold Coin Guild to establish trade stations within our maritime territories."

"Do you think I might agree? Or do you truly believe the Gold Coin Guild fears the Mingwu Clan?"

"Truly unkillable?" General Ye Ming slowly rose, killing intent surging around him.

"Want to try?" Ah Lan raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing no fear.

As a player, the worst outcome was merely a temporary closure of the Gold Coin Guild; the foundation behind him was as solid as a fortress, so why fear General Ye Ming's threats?

Hearing this, General Ye Ming suddenly laughed, and all killing intent and oppressive pressure receded like a tide.

"No need to try. It seems my clan cannot harm you, so let us talk."

Realizing General Ye Ming was merely applying extreme pressure, Ah Lan laughed as well; the other party was the true decision-maker of the Ye Ming Clan and clearly not a brute who relied solely on military coercion.

"Speak then, what exactly do you want?" General Ye Ming asked with interest.

"Make the Mingwu Clan a trade client of my Gold Coin Guild, and promise never to infringe upon the Guild's outposts, personnel, or navigation safety."

"Then what can you bring to my clan?" General Ye Ming's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Regularly provide the Mingwu Clan with restoration potions, but 'provide' does not mean 'gift'; it means purchasing at equivalent value. You understand that these potions can heal all injuries and offer immense assistance to the Mingwu Clan's future development."

"My clan also possesses the ability to revive from death; healing injuries is not as important as you imagine."

"As far as I know, the conditions for the Death Whisperers in the Mingwu Clan to revive the dead are quite harsh, and the stronger the deceased, the longer the slumber. The Monster World changes by the day, and time is a precious resource."

Upon hearing these words, General Ye Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly realized that this fellow in front of him knew far more about the Mingwu Clan than he had imagined.

It was highly likely he possessed some form of analysis and investigation ability, or even precognition.

But as this fellow said, the Mingwu Clan's revival requires time; to accelerate it, one must consume rule energy.

And the efficacy of the healing potions could indeed reduce combat losses for the Mingwu Clan in future plundering wars, especially the loss of high-end combat power.

General Ye Ming suddenly felt that in this negotiation, he seemed to be in a weaker position.

It appeared he had the power to destroy the Gold Coin Guild, but doing so would bring no benefit to the Mingwu Clan.

If cooperation were chosen, the Gold Coin Guild would become a major asset for the Mingwu Clan.

"Merely this is not enough."

Ah Lan understood that General Ye Ming was already tempted; "not enough" was merely an excuse to demand more conditions, yet he still decided to comply.

"When the Mingwu Clan revives, they must lack a vast amount of weapons and equipment; I can provide those as well."

"What quality of weapons and equipment?"

"Some good, some bad. The characteristic of Mingwu Clan warriors is that their bodies are composed of Mingwu mist, and their body size can be contracted or expanded at will, perfectly matching the various sizes of weapon types I have here."

"Free?"

"Whatever price the Gold Coin Guild charges other races, that is the price for the Mingwu Clan as well; we will not collect a single resource less. The Mingwu Clan may use any resource as currency to trade with my Gold Coin Guild. Moreover, my Gold Coin Guild can help your Mingwu Clan store resources. As long as your Mingwu Clan exists, the resources here will remain. Even if the Mingwu Clan perishes, members of your Mingwu Clan from your homeland world who come seeking can inherit the resources you stored from my Gold Coin Guild..."

Upon reaching this point, Ah Lan raised his head and looked at General Ye Ming from the passage:

"What my Gold Coin Guild can guarantee is that any resources stored with my Gold Coin Guild are absolutely safe."

"Arrogant." Shi Gu, standing to the side, suddenly spoke, but before he could finish, he was cut off by General Ye Ming raising his hand:

"You are very confident, but confidence must be built upon immense strength. What is your confidence built upon? Is it this frail body of yours?"

Facing the question, Ah Lan turned his head to look at the Guidance Water Sphere floating beside him and requested to unlock a segment of recording.

If that failed, he would switch to another plan.

The Guidance quickly gave its answer.

【Do not let this happen again. Deduct 50,000 Shou Shou Jili from you.】

After receiving the Guidance's agreement, Ah Lan raised his hand and released a segment of forum video light curtain. This time, the light curtain that appeared was visible even to General Ye Ming, who was not a player.

"No matter what I say, you will not believe it; hearing is not as good as seeing."

General Ye Ming looked at the light curtain screen with confusion, but when he saw a familiar figure, his expression instantly changed.

The content displayed on the light curtain screen was precisely the final high-stakes gamble conducted by Chi Tu and Brother Ming Hou of the Fate Guild.

At the very end of the footage, the Fate Merchant withdrew, and spitting sounds came from the evil wind:

"The rules are broken, the contract terminated... Shameful!"

After watching the content of the screen, General Ye Ming suddenly realized what this fellow from the Gold Coin Guild truly meant.

It was nothing more than an expression that even the Fate Clan could not take away what was in the hands of the Player Clan.

How could he be unfamiliar with the Painful Painful Minghun merchants?

Back then, his ability to turn the tide from a desperate situation played a key role in the game against the Fate Merchant.

It was evident that the other party even knew about his past game with the Fate Merchant; the opponent's intelligence network was simply unfathomable.

"The Monster World has complex abilities; I have seen at least dozens of racial factions capable of creating mental illusions. This proves nothing." General Ye Ming shook his head at this moment.

"I have already given my conditions; whether to accept them is up to you... So, is your choice to become a friend of the Gold Coin Guild, or an enemy?"

General Ye Ming remained silent for a long time, the black mist surging around him gradually settling into calm.

The helmet worn on his head dissipated, revealing a pale face. After staring at Ah Lan for a long time, he suddenly laughed:

"Very well, my Mingwu Clan accepts the trade relationship with the Gold Coin Guild."

Shi Gu suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes filled with disbelief; he had never imagined that General Ye Ming would so readily agree to the conditions of an outsider.

A slight smile curled Ah Lan's lips; he was not surprised.

He knew that a warlord like General Ye Ming understood best how to weigh pros and cons.

Unlike other Mist-Warriors of the Ming clan, General Ye Ming had once crossed the Cang Star Sea and embarked on a long exploration journey across the Pale Continent region.

During that time, General Ye Ming witnessed countless clans with vastly different styles, characteristics, and abilities.

Therefore, he naturally understood what it meant to have the Gold Coin Merchant Guild as a resource conversion channel.

"A wise choice. Now that trade relations are established, I have another request."

On this visit, Ah Lan also had an idea.

That was to protect the other trade clients of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild; in the future, relying solely on the Mist-Warriors of the Ming clan as a major client would not suffice. Other trade clients were the foundation of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's development and, unseen, a powerful force of promotion.

"Speak." General Ye Ming nodded, signaling Ah Lan to continue.

"I hope the Mist-Warriors of the Ming clan will cease their plundering and slaughter in the Cang Star Sea."

"Do not overstep. Without plundering, where would resources come from?" Before General Ye Ming could speak, Shigu beside him said coldly.

8,500 words presented~

(End of this chapter)