Chapter 2209

Young Master, don't worry, I, Old Cao, guarantee I can do it!

In the He family's ancestral hall, He Pingsheng sat in the main seat, while Wen Wan and Seeing Qiao Huizhu sat on his left and right.

The remaining servants and stewards sat opposite them.

Old Cao patted his chest and made a promise.

He Pingsheng said: "Your guarantee won't work either; if someone investigates later, our He family will be in trouble—I don't want to move house again!"

"Yeah!" Seeing Qiao Huizhu also looked worried: "Moving house is such a hassle, especially since our family's business has grown so big lately!"

Old Cao said: "Young Master, Madam, you don't need to worry—just listen to me finish what I have to say!"

"Old Cao dares to pat his chest and guarantee because I have confidence—don't forget, there's still a God Emperor in the city!"

"When I have nothing to do, I like to visit the Seventh Assistant God, my lord; our relationship is decent now. Although my cultivation is low, the Seventh Assistant God is a peerless wonderful person who doesn't care about cultivation level!"

"With our He family's connection to him, when we sell items in Spring City under his name, who would dare to come and interrogate us?"

"Whether it's Three Zhang Valley, or Shengsheng Chazi, or Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son—none of them pose any problem!"

"When supply can't meet demand, the problem will be our production!"

He Pingsheng slapped his thigh: "Exactly… I almost forgot about the Seventh Assistant God—he's a good person!"

"Alright, alright, alright—so it's decided: from now on, all the Shengsheng Chazi and Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son produced by our He family, except for our own use, will be sold entirely in Xuanji City of the Xuanji God Realm!"

This family meeting was originally convened to discuss which God Realm to sell in, how to cut off the tail, so we could safely output Shengsheng Chazi—but this method was directly rejected by Old Cao.

Old Cao wants to sell in Spring City.

With the Seventh Assistant God, that's not really a big problem.

"Fine—from now on, the sale of Shengsheng Chazi and Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son will be handled by Zhou Qing Mei; Zhou Qing Mei will sell in Spring City, and if anyone causes trouble, Old Cao will directly invoke the Seventh Assistant God to scare them!"

He Pingsheng hammered the point home.

Old Cao said: "Alright, Young Master!"

Su Zhenzhen said: "Now, the second matter: the demon clan's assault on the Bai Yu God Realm is still ongoing and getting worse!"

"Our Xuanji God Realm must always be ready to support—this matter I've already had someone report to Han Houzhi; our He family will send four people, one Han Houzhi, plus three God King Realm cultivators from the Peng family—all will count as our He family's!"

He Pingsheng nodded: "Did Han Houzhi agree?"

Su Zhenzhen said: "He agreed—anyway, we don't need to go immediately; our Xuanji God Realm is just on standby for support, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries!"

"Then there's no problem!" He Pingsheng said: "Go send someone to tell Han Houzhi—if by then his divine abilities have been cultivated, he can go; if not, we'll send someone else!"

Han Houzhi is a Thirty-Four Divine Aperture cultivator—going out like this would invite disaster.

So he gave Han Houzhi the Hidden Dragon Concealment Technique to cultivate this divine ability, but cultivation also takes time—at least several hundred years.

If he can't cultivate it within several hundred years, it's better not to go out.

"Third matter!" This time Wan Wan spoke: "Cultivating Shengsheng Chazi requires large amounts of essence blood to transform souls—our He family's essence blood reserves are severely insufficient; in this regard, Elder Sister Ming Wang, you still need to put in more effort!"

"Also… Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son requires at least a God King Realm corpse—this I know is hard to obtain, but we must find a way!"

"Right, blood!" He Pingsheng added: "Essence blood must be sufficient!"

"Not only does cultivating Shengsheng Chazi need essence blood, but when I and Qian Zhu cultivate later, we also need essence blood!"

"Don't worry about essence blood!" Old Cao clasped his hands and said: "Young Master, this thing is easy to buy—I can get it; all major merchant guilds in Xuanji City sell it!"

"Many God King Realm cultivators will condense their essence blood to exchange for special items—this isn't rare at all!"

Speaking of this, He Pingsheng nodded in agreement—back when we went to the Witch Tribe, many people also preferred to bleed themselves to gain entry into the God Tomb, didn't they?

"The hard part is the corpse……" Old Cao continued: "God King Realm corpses……hehe……this is extremely difficult!"

"But……it's not impossible……"

"First, merchant guilds occasionally sell them—black markets can also purchase them!"

"Second, in our God Realm, there is a race called the Treasure Dragon—actually a kind of demon tribe; each time they advance, they shed their outer shell—though that shell isn't a corpse, it's still a heavenly treasure equivalent to a corpse, containing flesh and blood power, usable for cultivating Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son!"

"Third, Young Master, according to Old Cao's knowledge, cultivating Kunlun Blood Slaughter Son doesn't necessarily require a corpse of God King Realm or higher cultivation—actually, the trunks, branches, and leaves of sixth-grade or higher divine wood can also be used!"

Gu Bai Ping said: "Young Master, just as Cao the steward said, I'll handle this matter!"

"Alright, everyone, now let's discuss the fourth matter—and the most important one!" Su Zhenzhen looked at He Pingsheng, then at Old Cao, and said: "Old Cao, you speak!"

"Yes!" Old Cao clasped his hands and said: "Young Master, the Xuanji God Realm has just issued a new edict, requiring all families to, within a certain period, surrender all their incense power—principle-wise, not even a trace may be retained!"

"Moreover, if possible, all capable individuals must pray, transforming their mental power into incense power!"

"Our He family is no exception!"

He Pingsheng's eyebrow twitched: "Why? Did something major happen?"

The first thing that came to his mind was that something major had happened.

Otherwise, the God Realm couldn't possibly collect a nation's incense power—such an offensive act, under normal circumstances, even the God Emperor wouldn't do.

He Pingsheng still vaguely remembered: back when we were in the Immortal Realm, Li Mu Yuan held a competition on his platform—the first round was passing through nine gates; if your score didn't meet the standard, no matter how strong you were, you'd be directly eliminated—this round alone eliminated hundreds of thousands.

The resentment of those hundreds of thousands gathered together, directly shrouding the entire competition square.

That was the resentment of hundreds of thousands—if it were the resentment of the entire God Realm?

Would even the God Emperor be unable to bear it?

"Young Master, wise!" Old Cao wore an expression of unprecedented solemnity and said: "Indeed, something major has happened!"

Now, in the entire Immortal Realm, two places where ancient Tai Sui were sealed have erupted.

One is the Witch Tribe's ancient site—this Young Master, you should have seen it; although it erupted, since the God Emperors knew in time, they didn't take long to forcibly reseal that ancient Tai Sui.

But there's another place, more troublesome.

He Pingsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he said: "I know—it's that Tai Sui in the Collapsed Dao Fallen Yellow Desolate Land of our Xuanji God Realm!"

"……Yes!" Old Cao said: "When this Tai Sui first appeared, no one noticed it!"

"Or rather, those who discovered it breaking its seal and emerging—all have already died, devoured by it!"

"Later, this thing went mad in the desolate land, devouring everything—wherever it passed, the land was left in ruins!"

"Any living being that sees it cannot survive!"

"In this way, the news is sealed off, and no one knows of the birth of the Great Year; those who know are all devoured by him..."

"No, no, no..." He Pingsheng hurriedly waved his hands to interrupt Old Cao, saying: "Absolutely impossible... that lump of the Great Year within the Collapsed Dao Fallen Yellow was slain by the Emperor Gu—how could it be that no one knows?"