235: Chapter 235 An Exorbitant Demand

In the center of the White Tiger Hall, an Innate Spirit Treasure jade long table was placed, emitting a faint spiritual light.

On both sides sat the five members of the Chan Sect and the Clan Chief and Elders of the Tiger Clan.

Beautiful maids of the Tiger Clan, dressed in light gauze, filled the long table with dishes and fairy wines containing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

The nectar and jade liquid shimmered with rosy light, and the exotic fruits and fairy vegetables emitted an alluring fragrance.

The entire table was filled with Heaven And Earth Treasure, only half a percent inferior to the Peach Banquet of the Heavenly Court, vividly displaying the formidable foundation of the Tiger Clan.

Que Liusun sat in the main seat. Holding jade chopsticks in one hand and gently twisting a wine cup with the other, he tasted the spiritual food in front of him in a measured manner, a faint sense of superiority always hanging on his face.

Master Lingbao, Venerable Daoxing, Daoist Cihang, and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra were unceremonious, eating and drinking heartily, occasionally commenting on the "quality of the Spirit Treasure."

Patriarch Bai Huang sat opposite them, smiling, but his eyes were as deep as ink.

"Fellow Daoist has come from afar to help, and our Tiger Clan is naturally grateful." Patriarch Bai Huang spoke first in a gentle voice, "I wonder what specific requirements the Chan Sect has for this cooperation?"

Que Liusun put down his wine cup, smiled faintly, and went straight to the point:

"It's simple. If my Chan Sect helps, the Tiger Clan must offer 30% of its Luck as a tribute. At the same time, for all the spoils of war in the future, we five must pick 70% first.

Also... the five top-tier dojos within the Tiger Clan's territory must be set aside for the five of us to go into seclusion."

As soon as these words were spoken, the complexions of the Tiger Clan Elders changed slightly. They looked at each other, and all saw the incredulity in each other's eyes.

A lion's share...

Patriarch Bai Huang remained calm and nodded slightly:

"30% of the Luck... that is acceptable. But 70% of the spoils of war is truly too much. This time, the Tiger Clan is competing for the four clan fruits, which requires us to exhaust all our strength. How about a fifty-fifty split?"

Upon hearing this, Master Lingbao snorted softly and said proudly: "A fifty-fifty split? Our Senior Brother has kindly come to help, and you dare to bargain?"

Venerable Daoxing also chimed in with a sarcastic tone: "Over the years, the Tiger Clan has annexed countless small and medium-sized clans and has long made countless enemies.

Without the help of our orthodox Xuanmen, what will you use to fight for the fruit position?"

Daoist Cihang and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra looked at each other and sneered without saying a word.

Que Liusun waved his hand, signaling his Junior Brothers to be calm, and looked directly at Patriarch Bai Huang:

"Very well, I will not make things difficult for you. 65% of the spoils of war, and the dojos remain as requested."

Patriarch Bai Huang took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed to the previous requirements.

After all, the Tiger Clan was indeed facing pressure from many sides, and with the support of the orthodox Xuanmen, the Tiger Clan's situation would be much better.

However, just when Patriarch Bai Huang thought the negotiation was about to be reached, Que Liusun changed the subject, a flash of greed in his eyes:

"Besides that... as a reward for our help this time, we also need a few pieces of top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

The clans that are enemies with the Tiger Clan must have Quasi-Saint powerhouses sitting in their midst, and they must also possess top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure. I want the Tiger Clan to wipe them out and then give me the top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure from their clan as our reward!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like the descent of Zixiao Divine Thunder, and the entire hall fell silent instantly.

The Tiger Clan Elders' complexions changed drastically, and Patriarch Bai Huang's face turned gloomy in an instant.

The banquet, which had been harmonious, shattered instantly. The Tiger Clan Elders stood up in unison, their eyes filled with suppressed anger.

A white-haired Tiger Clan Grand Elder with a powerful aura was the first to lose control and shouted sternly:

"Absurd! This is simply wishful thinking!"

Another burly Elder slapped the jade table angrily, his voice like thunder:

"Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure are the treasures of each clan. How difficult it is to seize them by force! You are only at the Early Stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, yet your appetite is so big!"

"Chan Sect Disciple? Hmph, you are just relying on the power of your master! Now, during the calamity, our Tiger Clan is the Calamity Son of the East, and the Saint cannot act at will."

"With the Saint unable to make a move, do you really think our Tiger Clan is a soft persimmon that you can knead?"

The Elders spoke one after another, their words intense and refuting without mercy.

If it were not for the calamity, you could be excessive, and the Tiger Clan would endure it.

But now it is the period of the calamity, and the Tiger Clan is the Calamity Son of the East, a clan that gathers a large amount of calamity Qi.

Originally, their brains had become muddled, and yet they were still so greedy... extorting them... it was simply not wanting to live!

Inside the entire hall, the Quasi-Saint aura and the pressure of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal from the Tiger Clan side rose simultaneously, faintly forming a majestic momentum that shrouded the five members of the Chan Sect.

Patriarch Bai Huang could no longer suppress the anger in his chest, stood up abruptly, and slammed his palm heavily on the Innate Spirit Treasure jade long table.

Boom!

The entire long table was instantly covered with cracks, and the nectar and jade liquid and the seasonal fairy fruits on the table were all spilled on the ground.

The terrifying pressure of the Late Stage of the Quasi-Saint realm erupted without reservation, like a towering mountain pressing down on them, locking onto Que Liusun firmly!

"You... are also worthy?!"

Patriarch Bai Huang's eyes widened, Killing Intent exposed in his tiger eyes, his voice icy and bone-chilling, carrying undisguised contempt and anger:

"A mere ant at the Early Stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, so greedy and arrogant, do you really think this Clan Leader is afraid of you!?"

When these words were spoken, the complexions of the five Chan Sect members changed drastically.

Que Liusun's face turned gloomy instantly, a flash of ruthlessness and astonishment in his eyes. As a Disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, when had he ever been scolded as an "ant" to his face?

Even on the Zhuolu Battlefield, when he was completely crushed by Chiyou, he had not been directly mocked as an "ant."

Master Lingbao was furious, stood up abruptly, pointed at Patriarch Bai Huang, and scolded:

"How bold! Patriarch Bai Huang, how dare you insult a Chan Sect Disciple? You are courting death!"

Venerable Daoxing, Daoist Cihang, and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra also offered their Spirit Treasure, their aura surging, preparing to make a move.

In this regard, Patriarch Bai Huang was naturally not afraid, laughing up at the sky, his laughter full of mockery:

"Hahaha... Today, within the territory of my Tiger Clan, I, Patriarch Bai Huang, am the sky! Just relying on you five, one Early Stage of the Quasi-Saint and four Grand Unity Golden Immortals, you want to run wild in my Tiger Clan? Do you really think my Tiger Clan has been living in vain all these years?"

He waved his hand, and dozens of Tiger Clan powerhouses surged out from behind him, among them five Quasi-Saint Elders who stepped forward at the same time, locking onto the five members of the Chan Sect.

"There is no turning back from today's events. Either you get out of my Tiger Clan's territory immediately, or... stay behind and be a whetstone for my clansmen!"

Inside the hall, Killing Intent soared to the sky, and it was on the verge of breaking out.

Que Liusun gripped the Binding Immortal Rope, his expression uncertain.

Although he prided himself on his noble status, he also knew that this was the core of the Tiger Clan. The other side held the advantage of time, place, and people, and his side had absolutely no chance of winning.

Master Lingbao and the others were shouting loudly, but a flash of fear also crossed their eyes.

Six Quasi-Saints who could crush them at will were locked onto them. Even if they knew they could not die, the instinct of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal still made them feel fear and anxiety.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and the entire White Tiger Hall seemed as if it would turn into a Shura battlefield in the next moment...