LWGP - Chapter 269

Chapter 269: The King's Way

Did Qin Fu endure it? Of course he did. Fighting here would not only fail to kill anyone, but he might not even win. Unnecessary wars were the most meaningless of all.

"Let's forget the oath. After all, the theme of today's meeting has nothing to do with our personal grudges, but with the future arrangement between our two sides."

Wang Jiu nodded, not opposing this view. She clasped her hands and said, "Of course. So what are you all doing right now?"

Chatting, fighting.

The others had no intention of fighting in the first place. If Wu Geng from the First Spacetime hadn't started it, the rest wouldn't have wanted to do something so pointless in the meeting space.

But Wu Geng was powerful, so what he said, went.

Conversely, Wang Jiu was powerful, so she could also do whatever she wanted.

Fight fire with fire.

The originally divided surface dwellers from various spacetimes and organizations instantly settled down. After Wang Jiu sat, the others all took their seats. Wang Shu was attentive, pouring water and bringing fruit.

Of course, to show that he was treating everyone equally, he didn't skimp on giving food and drinks to Lin Guiwan and the other young women.

The men got nothing.

Qin Fu had intended to negotiate with Wang Jiu, but she fell silent after sitting down, drinking her water by herself. He glanced at Wu Geng, whose head was impaled on the wood, and said, "Since we've already discussed it, there's no need to talk further. Our two sides can just sign the agreement. You can ensure peace in one region, avoiding attacks from the Eternal Night Race on the surface, and we can obtain bodies. This is a win-win."

Xing Yao said, "Wu Geng may have agreed to that, but we haven't. Besides, his head is quite busy right now and he can't sign any agreements. Since we're changing the signatory, we should change the negotiator. What do you all think?"

Bai Qiushui of the Miezhou Demon Sect's eyes darted around before he looked at Wang Jiu. "I think that makes a lot of sense."

The others chimed in with their agreement.

Even if Master Huai Ying and the others from the Mt. Buzhou Sect wanted to object, they couldn't stand against the majority.

Qin Fu was quite relaxed and composed. He simply said, "It's the same no matter who negotiates. In any case, our conditions won't change. Three hundred bodies that match our souls. Otherwise, it's war."

Three hundred was likely the number of Primordial Spirit Race members who followed him, but he might have asked for more to win over other Primordial Spirits to his side.

With their futures at stake, the Poison King and the others were also forceful, their gazes fixed intently on Wang Jiu and her group.

If these souls obtained suitable bodies, they could unleash power at the million-level. They were truly a force that couldn't be ignored.

The people from the Third Spacetime didn't want to agree, but the one calling the shots now was neither Wu Geng nor them.

Everyone looked at Wang Jiu. Even Xing Yao and Mo Ran, two emperors who could make the final decision, were sizing her up.

This person was willing to sit down and talk rather than immediately turning hostile, so it seemed she also wanted to facilitate an agreement. In that case, was she confident she could negotiate the number of bodies down from three hundred?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Jiu, who had been looking down in thought, slightly raised her head while holding her water cup. "It's been three days and a war still hasn't broken out. This shows that the Primordial Spirit souls sealed underground don't hold absolute killing intent towards us, their surface-dwelling descendants. At the very least, they don't want to start a war. The only ones who do are the people under your command, and what you've promised them are these 300 bodies, correct?"

She got straight to the point, not beating around the bush. In truth, Qing He and the others had also considered the fact she had just exposed, but they weren't certain, and with so many people depending on them, they couldn't take the risk.

Wang Jiu was ruthless. This opening move would lead either to a mountain or a battlefield.

Qin Fu narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly. "Since you've put it so plainly, I don't mind being even more direct. Although our side isn't completely unified, the fact that I'm the one sitting here today says it all. Let me put it this way: I've never been one to haggle. If I don't get what I want today, then you can all go back to the surface. After all, considering the worst-case scenario, we just lose the chance for spirit bodies and return underground. We've been used to it for so many years. But once you return to the surface…"

His smile was subtle, but every surface dweller present felt offended.

Returning to the surface meant certain death!

Wang Jiu said, "Go up, and we'll definitely be toast, I know. But I also know that your souls will be subjected to even stronger suppression as the Eternal Night Race's descent intensifies. The more of them that descend and the stronger they are, the weaker the rule of law in the Third Spacetime becomes. I've always been curious—since you were defeated in the ancient war, how were you able to preserve your souls and hide underground? This 30,000-meter limit seems like a seal, but it's also a form of protection. The rules of the Third Spacetime have protected you. The weaker it gets, the weaker your protective layer becomes, and your souls, which should have perished long ago, will naturally weaken. That's why you're getting anxious."

From Long Aotian taking the risk of possessing a body to Qin Fu and the others taking the risk of dragging her and the Eternal Night Overlord underground, their desperation for bodies was evident.

"Only by obtaining a body, a vessel for your souls, can you escape the constraints of the rule's limit and avoid annihilation. Your situation, where you'll fade away over time without even a fight, compared to ours, where we can at least fight a few battles on the surface—it's hard to say who's in a more noble position. But at least…"

Wang Jiu rested her chin on her hands and smiled at Qin Fu as always. "Even if you wanted to storm out and wage war on us right now, the 30,000-meter limit is what restricts you. It's not easy to come out even once. If you can't find a suitable spirit body to inhabit within a certain time, you have to go back. But you'll suffer the rule's damage from the 30,000-meter limit again. Two instances of damage, one coming out and one going in, will weaken your soul bodies by at least 70%. If you return underground with only 30% of your soul body, that's not something you can just rest and recover from."

Her smile was very familiar, and deeply meaningful. "There must be more than one bad person like me who enjoys devouring others' souls to enhance their own strength, right?"

Most of the Primordial Spirit Race members who had survived were ruthless individuals. If they encountered a weakened peer with only 30% of their soul power, they would, without a second thought… eat them!

Wang Jiu had Yin Lao's memories, shared information from Long Aotian, and had devoured Qin Tian's memories. She understood the Primordial Spirit Race better than anyone.

She didn't believe what Qin Fu said. What she said, others had to believe.

Because it was indeed the truth.

Both sides were actually speaking the truth. It all came down to who was more willing to risk it all.

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly froze. Even the usually chatty Wang Shu fell silent, his eyes darting around, observing the reactions of the Primordial Spirit Race leaders.

Anger, forbearance, contemplation, suspicion… until finally, nothing could be read from their faces.

The older the ginger, the spicier it is.

After a moment, Qin Fu slowly said, "If we can't obtain spirit bodies and are forced to hide underground for a lifetime, do you think people like you can reverse the outcome of being annihilated by the Eternal Night Race? Rather than wait, it's better to take a risk. You can look forward to seeing if we old relics from ancient times have such courage."

That was a powerful statement.

Xing Yao and Mo Ran could see that Qin Fu wasn't joking. Or rather, his presence in this meeting room was enough to show that while the Primordial Spirit Race was internally divided, most of them did not want to hide underground forever. They truly yearned to return to the surface and fight a valiant battle.

The atmosphere was solemn, a single word could set things off.

Because Wang Jiu said, "It seems you didn't win back in the ancient times either."

The Poison King and the other Primordial Spirits: "!"

Dammit, I've had enough of this woman, I want to hit her!

Perhaps sensing from the stifled laughter of Wang Shu and the others that she was being undiplomatic and lacking in martial virtue, Wang Jiu showed a hint of apology. The Old Lady also patted her on the shoulder and admonished her seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. The courage to die in battle is still courage."

Wang Jiu, deeply convinced, was very receptive. "Oh, I understand."

Fuck!! This old and young pair were too vicious!

The Poison King and the others were angered again, but the experience of old relics made them endure. Qin Fu, for the umpteenth time, made them endure.

Fine, endure!

Seeing this, Xing Yao's lips curled into a slight smile, while Mo Ran lowered her head to drink her water, a faint curve on her lustrous lips.

However, the favorable atmosphere Qin Fu had just created was gone. Wang Jiu suddenly used a fruit pick to poke Wu Geng's head beside her. "So patient, able to conspire with Wu Geng to deliberately attack my grandmother, just to test if I would appear. Since I'm here, why not bring it up—weren't you all suspecting that I have the ability to create spirit bodies for your use?"

At that one sentence, the eyes of Qing He and the others flashed.

Here it comes.

The true focus of today's negotiation had finally arrived.

From the very beginning, the one Qin Fu wanted to cooperate with was not the Third Spacetime, but Wang Jiu.

Because she could create spirit bodies suitable for the souls of the Primordial Spirit Race. No one else possessed such an ability.

A soul body, the Witch inheritance, Ghost Dao abilities, the spirit body system, and an understanding of the Primordial Spirit Race.

"So three hundred spirit bodies should be easy for you. I don't understand why you're unwilling to agree to this deal for the sake of those behind you."

Wang Jiu: "Whether it's easy or not is my business. If I'm not willing, then it's not easy. But if you insist on placing me on the moral pedestal of a Virgin Mary for humanity's destiny, then it's not too much for me to ask for the terms of this transaction, right? After all, we juniors are short on resources."

She projected her light brain, which displayed a densely packed list of materials.

They were all… top-tier materials, at least thirty thousand of them.

Legendary-grade materials could be seen everywhere among them.

Qin Fu's face darkened. Just as he was about to curse Wang Jiu for her wild fantasies, she suddenly swatted Wu Geng's head away with the back of her hand. Bang!!

The head slammed against the system wall and splattered. The skull shattered, and blood sprayed out, with some droplets even splashing onto Bai Qiushui and the others from the Miezhou Demon Sect.

Dammit, this crazy woman is terrifying!

Brutal, cold. Before Master Huai Ying and the others from the First Spacetime could get angry, they were too shocked to react. Wang Jiu, however, calmly crossed her left leg over her right and said slowly, "Lying on your deathbed, what's the use of all your wealth? By the way, I never haggle either. I meet your condition, you meet mine. It's a win-win, very fair."

Both sides were making outrageous demands. It all came down to who was less willing to bear the consequences of a failed negotiation.

Finally, Qin Fu let out a breath and smiled. He didn't speak, but Shen Wan had already produced an agreement she had drafted while observing the situation.

The agreement mentioned the 300 spirit bodies and also the terrifying quantity of top-tier resources. Shen Wan roughly calculated that it was worth about 300 billion Goblin Trader shop points.

That was roughly one-fifth of the total resources of the current three spacetimes.

But the true value wasn't calculated that way. The list Wang Jiu had compiled included many inheritances left behind by the Primordial Spirit Race.

Those were the truly priceless resources.

Wang Jiu wasn't making a lion's demand; it was a Kun Peng's demand!

Shen Wan quickly glanced at Wang Jiu as she copied the agreement many times over and distributed it to everyone.

Qin Fu also read the agreement. There were no issues, so he could only sign, but the date had not yet been set.

"Deliver it now," Qin Fu said.

Wang Jiu looked at him, her eyes darkening slightly, and smiled. "Alright."

The transaction was completed. Qin Fu gave Wang Jiu a deep look, then turned and walked out.

Once they left, the system meeting concluded, and the restrictions were lifted. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. Bai Qiushui walked up, smiling and remarking, "Truly, the new generation surpasses the old. Your Excellency Wang Jiu is truly amazing, securing such a vast amount of resources for us."

Wang Shu automatically translated this sentence: Are you going to share the money, share the money, share the money?

But Wang Jiu just gave Bai Qiushui a strange look. "You think I'm going to share the resources with you?"

Bai Qiushui was taken aback. "Didn't you say before that it was for us…"

Wang Jiu pressed a hand to her desk, her fingers massaging her temple. She said with a subtle tone, "I've always been very good at deceiving men. I don't even take responsibility for what I've done, let alone what I've said. Didn't you know?"

She was so beautiful, her eyes like a million stars, her smile like a sea of blooming flowers. Every word she spoke was like the gentle, pleasant gurgle of a river in spring. But when one dwelled on the meaning behind them, it was like a thousand miles of frozen ice in the dead of winter.

In fact, if she hadn't said that line in the first place, they wouldn't have misunderstood, nor would they have thought of getting a share. After all, she was the one providing the 300 spirit bodies. Even if they coveted the resources, they wouldn't have had the nerve to ask. But she was so wicked, deliberately stoking people's greed just to slap them in the face.

Too evil!

Bai Qiushui glared. He wasn't as scheming as Wu Geng; he was more eccentric and had no moral compass, otherwise he wouldn't have named his sect the Miezhou Demon Sect. When he got angry, he was genuinely angry, and he didn't forget to drag others down with him. "So you won't share with anyone else either?"

He was naturally referring to Mo Ran, Xing Yao, and the others.

Mo Ran, who had been singled out, frowned and was about to leave, but she first heard Wang Jiu's words. "For some people, if I really were to give it to them, they might think I'm trying to keep them with money and get very angry."

Some people, some people, who are you talking about?

Xing Yao had experienced Wang Jiu's wickedness before, but Mo Ran wouldn't stand for it. She suddenly stopped walking and looked at Wang Jiu with cold eyes. "You try giving it to her and see if she takes it."

Wang Jiu thought for a moment, then looked at Xing Yao. "Eunuch, you want it?"

I won't give it to you, I'll give it to the eunuch.

Mo Ran: "…"

Xing Yao was about to return with Saling to handle the unfinished business of setting up camp. Seeing this, he glanced at Mo Ran. "If you dare to give, I dare to take. After all, you and I have done business before."

Speaking of business, Wang Jiu had taken the money and done nothing. The emperor was magnanimous, but he hadn't completely forgotten.

Wang Jiu smiled and didn't pursue the matter. But Bai Qiushui couldn't stand to see them making a fortune peacefully. He flicked his sleeve in annoyance and said sarcastically, "You all have such a good relationship. No wonder, after dealing with the pink poison together."

He might as well have just called the three of them a promiscuous trio.

He ran off right after saying it, as if his life depended on it, afraid that the three of them would come after him.

Mo Ran's expression was not good. She vanished into space and left. Xing Yao stayed with Wang Jiu; they had matters to discuss.

After everyone had left, Wu Geng restored himself to his complete form using spirit power. In a private group chat, Master Huai Ying asked, "Did they really leave? That wasn't an act just now?"

Wu Geng: "They're gone."

Master Huai Ying: "Should we act now? If we don't, we'll never have another chance."

Wu Geng: "I know. I'm confirming one last time."

Wu Geng was a cautious man. He knew very well that after today, with those terrifying resources, Wang Jiu and the allies she had gathered would inevitably see their strength soar. It wouldn't be long before they could join forces with Bai Qiushui and the others to destroy the Mt. Buzhou Sect.

There wasn't much time left.

After today, there would be no other opportunity.

Wu Geng quickly confirmed that Mo Ran and Bai Qiushui, three combatants with million-level average attributes, had truly left the area. Looking at Wang Jiu's side, only Xing Yao remained with her.

He was finally certain.

"Attack!!"

The Old Lady was chatting with Qing He and the others while privately messaging Jiong Jiong, who had just gotten out of school. The latter asked when she and A Jiu would be back.

"Soon. Why don't you call her sister?"

"A Jiu doesn't like it. If she doesn't like it, I won't call her that. Besides, A Jiu sounds nice." Jiong Jiong said simply, unable to stop talking about A Jiu. The Old Lady thought of someone's little actions behind the scenes and felt both helpless and amused. "Alright, you wait at home. We'll be back soon."

She looked ahead at Wang Jiu, who was in discussion with Xing Yao. Based on her understanding of Wang Jiu, her mind wasn't on cooperation, but rather seemed to be on…

Crack! When Wu Geng led Master Huai Ying and another in a surprise attack on Wang Jiu, Xing Yao and Wang Jiu seemed to react a beat too late.

At that moment, Mo Ran, Bai Qiushui, and the others definitely couldn't make it back in time. Even if Wang Jiu and Xing Yao used teleportation scrolls to summon people, it would be too late, because Wu Geng and his group moved too fast!

Wang Jiu and Xing Yao could only barely defend… Just as the Old Lady was about to contact Huai En to come and help, her private chat suddenly froze. It was because she saw Bai Bai, who was being held by Wang Shu, and Gun Gun, who had been eating and drinking the whole time, transform.

Bai Bai transformed, becoming Mo Ran, her body wreathed in crimson flames that burned like roses.

She wore a black and red long robe, a fire mage soaring through the sky.

Gun Gun transformed, revealing itself to be Bai Qiushui, wielding a long staff that whipped up a storm.

Fire magic and staff attacks, both manifestations of powerful offense.

Bombardment!!

Wu Geng and his group's attack was blocked for a brief moment, but that moment was enough to shock them. Logically, given the difference in their strengths, Mo Ran and Bai Qiushui's attacks should not have been able to shake them at all, unless… unless Wang Jiu had just given them a massive amount of resources, causing their strength to skyrocket!

And the two who had left earlier were probably not the real Mo Ran and Bai Qiushui, but spirit bodies!

The real Mo Ran and Bai Qiushui had already transformed into Gun Gun and Bai Bai beforehand…

Dammit, she did it on purpose, she planned it all along!

"Retreat!!" Wu Geng, who had realized the truth, decisively tried to retreat, but it was too late. The other two from the Miezhou Demon Sect broke through the spirit body disguises created by Wang Jiu, revealing their true forms and blocking Master Huai Ying's escape route from behind. At that moment, Xing Yao and Mo Ran took out their scepters… Boundary Break!!

The Mt. Buzhou Sect had, after all, dominated the First Spacetime for many years. Even in such a situation, Wu Geng still led his two companions in an attempt to break through the blockade with a powerful assault.

The three of them merged!

Om!

A golden light blazed. A three-hundred-zhang-tall, three-headed, six-armed Acalanātha golden dharma body stood majestically. With immense authority, it brought a palm down towards Wang Jiu and her group.

The giant palm crushed space, and the shockwave rolled like a storm. The robes of the onlookers fluttered wildly. Even Qing He and the others, who had already retreated to a safe distance, could not withstand such powerful pressure, but they refused to retreat, their eyes fixed on the scene.

This was the power of having over a million in average attributes. This was authority!

Suo Nu looked at her father, the First Duke, and smiled. He was stuck at over eight hundred thousand in average attributes and had spent his entire life hoping to break the million mark and achieve the realm of authority, but this step was not easy.

If a person's potential had a limit, her father had long passed his golden period of growth. The further one progressed, the harder it was to improve.

The higher one's talent, the longer the golden period.

Both emperors were such existences. So even though they had long since broken the million-attribute mark, as long as they obtained enough resources, they could still become much stronger. Like now.

As Wang Jiu's eyes grew deep and mysterious, she saw through to the core of the three-headed, six-armed dharma body, where Wu Geng was located. She locked onto his soul.

Soul Impact!!

The moment Wu Geng's soul was stunned, Xing Yao and the other four joined forces… a five-star boundary-breaking combined attack from the sky, because Bai Qiushui and his two companions also had weapons similar to the boundary-breaking scepter.

The First Spacetime was the First Spacetime, after all.

And then… BOOM!!

The three-headed, six-armed dharma body was heavily wounded, a bloody gash splitting it open. Through the crack, Wu Geng's figure was faintly visible. As he coughed up blood, he heard the sound of the wind.

It was cool and cold.

Wang Jiu, bathed in blood, her expression peaceful, broke through the air, drew her blade, and pierced through Wu Geng's body in a single, fluid motion.

Only then did Wu Geng realize that what he had heard was not the sound of the wind, but the roar of ten thousand ghosts from the distant Ghost World.

The mortal world is as beautiful as a brocade; who would dare to re-enter purgatory?

Wang Jiu truly preferred this vast mortal world.

After pulling out her blade, dripping with blood, Wang Jiu faced Wu Geng's corpse and, with her back to everyone, gave a faint smile.

An evil ghost from the Ghost World—how could she like solving problems through negotiation?

Killing was the only king's way.

The underground passage was filled with a slight chill.

With the three giants of the Mt. Buzhou Sect eliminated, the situation in the First Spacetime was settled. The Mt. Buzhou Sect was still filled with powerful experts, and though its three giants were gone, it remained the strongest force. Wang Jiu had no intention of forcibly subjugating them, because if these people were smart, they would know to choose between their old enemy, Bai Qiushui, and her.

Wang Shu, holding the real Bai Bai who had just returned, tremblingly asked Qing He beside him, "Sister Qing, so the little fox Bai Bai I was holding before… was really Mo Ran?"

Qing He glanced at him. "If it was, would you reminisce about it?"

Wang Shu recalled how he had been idly stroking its fur the entire time. As he was lost in a daze, a sudden chill ran down his spine. He looked up and caught a cold glare from Mo Ran across the way.

Wang Shu immediately shivered. "No, I wouldn't dare!"

So cowardly. Qing He then looked over at Wang Jiu, who was cleaning up the battlefield, and happened to see the injured Mo Ran reaching out to accept a legendary-grade recovery potion that Wang Jiu was handing over.

Wang Jiu: "Quite cute."

Mo Ran's fingers hooked the potion, her eyes slightly lowered. She didn't respond.

Wang Jiu: "Mainly because my Bai Bai is cute."

Mo Ran scoffed lightly. "So black, and you call it cute?"

Not far away, Bai Bai: "???"

Don't stop me, I'm going to bite her to death!

Wang Jiu stopped the lunging Bai Bai and held her in her arms, saying to Mo Ran, "Aren't you also dressed all in black?"

It was a smiling, natural tease.

Mo Ran: "…"

The Old Lady, watching this scene from a distance, thought to herself that Wang Jiu's personality was far from perfect. In fact, it had many flaws. For example, when she was in a bad mood, she liked to torture people; the more miserable others were, the happier she was. But when she was in a good mood, it was much the same—she liked to flirt with people, regardless of the consequences.

She didn't care, as long as she was happy. If others fell for it and suffered from unrequited affection, she would become cold, feeling that their inability to remain steadfast and calm was their own weakness.

This essential nature was quite scummy, with no way to redeem it.

But while the Old Lady didn't deny this fact, she also felt, for some reason, that this personality and behavior of Wang Jiu's might have also filtered her social circle—those who ultimately remained by her side were mostly people with strong minds who were not completely love-struck fools.

Such people were more stable and wouldn't mess up her plans.

A cold social life, a self-centered existence.

What kind of experiences had forged such a personality?

The Old Lady let out a quiet sigh, her desire to regain her past memories growing ever stronger.

She knew those memories must be very precious.

Before Mo Ran could get angry, Xing Yao came over with Bai Qiushui. Together with Wang Jiu, they divided the spoils of war and decided the future state of the three spacetimes.

They moved with lightning speed, without any delay.

Because they really didn't have much time left.

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