Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 626 - 590: Pooling Wisdom and Effort (Part 2)
"Hiss..."
"Hua Baiyu is truly ruthless, leaving no room for my Corpse-Driving Sect to survive."
"Do we really have to compensate him? That scoundrel wants something for nothing, truly hateful!"
Upon hearing about the Corpse-Driving Sect, unless all additional materials and properties are sold, they can’t afford the ’compensation’ demanded by Taiyi Sect’s masters.
Everyone was shocked and furious.
Even the usually steady Chen Changqing lost his temper, pulling out a few of his beards in anger: "To resist the Demon Clan, our sect has consumed so many resources and sacrificed so many disciples just to barely hold on...
Yet, in the end, we’re facing destruction at the hands of our own kind, hey!"
"Complaining now is useless." Supreme Elder Master Cang Yu shook his head and said, "Elixirs, talismans, magical artifacts, and even some scriptures can be traded.
But the Spirit Field and East Sea islands are untouchable, they greatly stabilize our sect’s foundation, and even if someone achieves the Golden Core later, they would find it hard to compensate for their loss."
"If it’s not enough, we’ll have to borrow first..."
"Martial uncle, do we really have to ’compensate’ that much Spirit Stone to him?" A disgruntled elder asked.
The other silent elders were all flushed with anger, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"A Daoist from the Taiyi Sect died on our sect’s territory, someone has to be responsible, otherwise, how could they maintain their prestige?
Initially, their target was Cyan Wolf Ridge, but with the Jiaolong Palace’s mediation, they could only pick on us, the soft target." Master Cang Yu said, "We need to get through this ordeal first before we can talk about the future. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Otherwise, I expect the Corpse-Driving Sect won’t last another hundred days."
Since the Supreme Elder made a decision, everyone stopped being emotional and began thinking about implementation.
"I have a deep friendship with the head of the Red Sun Sect, I can try to reach out to them to see if we can borrow some Spirit Stones." Great Elder Zheng Jingming immediately said.
The Red Sun Sect is the strongest of the four major sects of the Northern Domain.
Although there have been continuous frictions with the Corpse-Driving Sect, our overall interests are aligned, as we need to collectively resist Cyan Wolf Ridge.
If the Corpse-Driving Sect were to be picked on by the Taiyi Sect, the balance of power in the Northern Domain would be disrupted, which is also extremely unfavorable for the Red Sun Sect.
Therefore, the Great Elder turned his attention to the Red Sun Sect, deciding to seek assistance from our allied sect.
"The True Blood Sect’s sect leader still owes me a favor, it’s just the right time for him to repay it." Elder Wu, who’s deeply knowledgeable in arrays, spoke confidently.
It seems, the favor owed by the sect leader of the True Blood Sect is not a small one.
"The elder of the Zhang Family in the East Sea, I had quite the friendship with him in our youth, though it’s unclear if it can be utilized now. Well, we must try."
"An elder of the Li family in the East Sea is related by marriage to my nephew, he should be able to reach out..."
"A steward from the Huangfu family..."
In this hour of distress, many elders actively offered their strategies, working together.
This is not the time to be modest, those with resources should find solutions, while those without must strive to create them.
"The fairies of Qingluan Palace, it seems none of us have related connections?"
Ultimately, the elders realized that among the many forces in the Northern Domain, it’s only Qingluan Palace where they lack significant connections, making it difficult to gain an audience through existing relationships.
However, if Qingluan Palace could be persuaded to help, it could be greatly beneficial in overcoming the current predicament.
After all, Qingluan Palace is quite wealthy and possesses astonishing financial power.
Its background is somewhat special among sects in the Northern Domain of Central Continent.
The fairies of the palace seldom form marriage ties with people from the other three sects, often aspiring for the prodigious talents of the major sects in Central Continent to enhance their own foundation, thus maintaining their esteemed position in the Northern Domain.
Even the Red Sun Sect, known as the strongest in raw power in the Northern Domain, is unwilling to provoke them lightly.
"I recall that when Elder He was young, he almost became a Dao companion with a female cultivator from Qingluan Palace?
That female cultivator seems to hold a high position in their palace now."
"Sigh, He Xiang was recently gravely injured, must we now send him on a long journey?"
"You don’t understand him; I believe he would be more than willing to go."
Shortly, the sect assigned the task to ’Yanbo’ cave mansion, and the excited He Xiang, wrapped in white bandages, nearly leaped out of bed.
"Elder He, if it’s inconvenient, don’t push yourself." The young steward in charge of assigning tasks calmly advised.
"To relieve the sect of its worries, what’s a small injury like this?" He Xiang replied boldly.
Lou Yi, Liu Qi, and Lü Tianran exchanged glances, feeling as if their master might be overly zealous.
Worried about He Xiang’s severe injuries, his disciples decided to accompany him to Qingluan Palace, along with another Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator from the sect: Qiu Shaojie, tasked with escorting him.
"Let’s go!"
Qiu Shaojie summoned a dull gray straw mat, which hovered in mid-air.
As everyone boarded, a hemispherical, transparent white light shield formed over the mat, keeping out all outside wind and sand.
With a ’whoosh,’ it sliced through the sky, moving at more than ten times the speed of a horse running at full gallop.
"Haven’t been to Qingluan Palace in ages, the last time was eighty years ago..." Standing on the stable flying straw mat, He Xiang’s face wore a nostalgic expression, and he even began to recite poetry softly,
"The fragrance of crabapple blossoms beneath my sleeves, a fleeting glimpse of someone beyond the flowers, eighty years have passed since our last farewell, I dare not ask how deep the spring is now..."
Listening to He Xiang, Lou Yi and his companions exchanged glances, sensing that their master was someone with a story.
