206: I've taken control of your dynasty.

The sky of Tianyu City was obscured by a golden palm.

The Emperor of Great Qian struck out in fury; the pressure of a Golden Immortal at Perfection made all things fall silent.

But that palm stopped before the plaque of the "Myriad Dao Merchant Guild."

An invisible barrier of light, like the toughest bulwark in the world, neutralized that world-destroying power into nothingness.

The wind stopped.

Sound returned.

Countless Cultivators and commoners on the streets stared blankly at the sky.

That palm strike had descended.

Yet it also seemed as if nothing had happened.

"What?!"

The Emperor of Great Qian stood tall in the air, the rage on his face freezing into pure shock.

The immortal essence within his body surged due to the emptiness following his full-strength strike.

But the opponent hadn't even stirred a ripple.

Inside the shop.

That fat man was still sitting with his legs crossed, even tossing a peanut into his mouth.

"Tsk."

Wang Duojin chewed the peanut, giving a muffled evaluation.

"Decent power, but unfortunately, your aim was a bit off."

"You're not even qualified to scratch my itch."

He brushed the crumbs off his hands and slowly stood up.

"Your Majesty, having such a big temper isn't good."

"It's easy to damage the liver."

"Why not come in for a cup of tea? Our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's newly launched 'Heat-Reducing Set' is high quality, low price, and honest for all."

Humiliation.

Blatant humiliation!

"You brat!"

The Emperor of Great Qian's eyes were blood-red, and his aura of a Golden Immortal at Perfection erupted without reservation!

The entire Tianyu City trembled violently under this pressure!

Bricks and tiles of countless buildings fell rustling down, and Cultivators with low cultivation directly knelt on the ground, spitting blood!

He stared fixedly at Wang Duojin.

"I don't care what Myriad Dao Merchant Guild you are!"

"Today, I will completely erase you, along with this shop, from this world!"

He raised his hand again.

This time, nine golden Dragons of Luck roared out from behind him, and the Laws of heaven and earth resonated with them!

This was a killing blow that utilized the national fate!

"Sigh."

Wang Duojin sighed, a helpless expression of "why don't you listen to advice" appearing on his face.

He didn't take out any more defensive Magic Treasures.

He just snapped his fingers.

The screen of the huge Shadow Recording Immortal Crystal at the guild's entrance changed its display.

It was no longer the images of the Senior Brothers' and Senior Sisters' Divine Might.

Instead, it was a desolate mine.

In the image, countless ragged miners were kowtowing in gratitude to several people wearing the attire of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild.

"Your Majesty, does this look familiar?"

Wang Duojin's voice rang out leisurely.

"The Black Mountain Mine Vein, your dynasty's largest source of Spirit Stones."

"Since yesterday, the miners here can eat three full meals a day and receive wages at the end of the month."

"They are all saying our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild is a living bodhisattva now."

The Emperor of Great Qian's movements froze.

The screen changed again.

It showed empty treasuries one after another.

A few plump rats were squatting on the empty shelves, clutching their heads and weeping.

"These are seventeen of your dynasty's branch treasuries in various locations."

Wang Duojin's voice carried a bit of pity.

"The security measures were too poor. Our guild's 'Asset Inventory Department' just took it a bit seriously, and everything was inventoried."

"By the way, to prevent the rats from starving to death, we thoughtfully left a few grains of old, rotten rice."

"Pfft—"

The Emperor of Great Qian felt a sweetness in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

His national treasury!

The lifeblood of his Empire!

"It's not over yet."

Wang Duojin's voice was like a devil's whisper.

The scene switched again.

This time, it was the Sacrificial Altar Square in the center of the Imperial City.

The Seventh Junior Brother, dressed in snow-white robes, was holding a brush in mid-air.

The four large characters 'Imperial Grace is Boundless' shone with ten thousand zhang of golden light.

Below was a dense mass of subjects bowing in worship.

The Emperor of Great Qian could clearly feel that his connection with the national fate and Dragon Qi was being frantically severed by an invisible force!

His subjects were abandoning him!

His national fate was draining away!

"You... you all...!"

The Emperor of Great Qian pointed at Wang Duojin, his body trembling violently from extreme anger and fear.

"Do you see, Your Majesty?"

Wang Duojin shrugged, the smile on his face both mercenary and cruel.

"Your army has no pay, your officials have no salaries, and your subjects no longer believe in you."

"You are now just a commander without an army."

"What do you have to fight me with?"

"Your cultivation at Golden Immortal Perfection could kill me with one punch."

"But can you punch out the military pay for an army of three hundred thousand?"

"Can you punch out hundreds of millions of Immortal Stones to make the Empire run again?"

Every word of Wang Duojin's was like the sharpest blade, stabbing ruthlessly into the Emperor of Great Qian's heart.

"Ah—"

He let out a roar toward the sky, filled with indignation and despair.

The nine golden Dragons of Luck behind him let out a mournful cry, and their light dimmed.

He had lost.

Lost utterly and completely.

He hadn't even had the chance to make a move.

"Alright, the background introduction is over."

Wang Duojin clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Now, we can get to the main point."

From his storage ring, he slowly took out an exquisitely decorated document made of the highest quality Cloud Brocade Immortal Silk.

"Given that the Great Qian Dynasty is currently in a state of factual bankruptcy."

"I, Wang Duojin, Chairman of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, in the spirit of humanitarianism and with a strong interest in distressed assets..."

He tossed the document into the air.

The document landed squarely right in front of the Emperor of Great Qian.

"I have decided to conduct a full acquisition of your Imperial Dynasty."

A kind smile appeared on Wang Duojin's face that the Emperor of Great Qian would never forget.

"Your Majesty, sign it."

"From today on, the Great Qian Dynasty will be officially renamed the 'Great Qian Royal Logistics Company'."

"As a wholly-owned subsidiary under my Myriad Dao Group."

"As for you personally..."

Wang Duojin rubbed his chin.

"You can remain in office and serve as the group's 'Honorary Chairman'."

"As for the annual salary... I'll give you a hundred Low Grade Immortal Stones as a gesture."

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse."

He pointed to the figures like gods and demons on the Shadow Recording Immortal Crystal.

"In that case, our guild's 'Debt Liquidation Department' might have to come to your door and have a good chat with you about the process of 'compulsory asset execution'."

The entire Tianyu City was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at that fat man as if they were looking at a madman.

Acquiring an Imperial Dynasty?

Making an Emperor at Golden Immortal Perfection an Honorary Chairman?

The Emperor of Great Qian stared fixedly at the acquisition agreement before him, which could be called a supreme humiliation.

His hands were shaking.

His heart was bleeding.

Wang Duojin did not rush him.

He just calmly took out a golden abacus from his robes.

Click-clack, he began to flick the beads.

The crisp sound of the abacus beads colliding was exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent world.

"Time is Spirit Stones, Your Majesty."

"My consulting fees are very expensive."