I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 969 969. Conditions
“Your Excellency Saint, the Golden Plantagenet has shown its utmost sincerity.”

The woman holding the umbrella spoke in a clear, detached voice, her expression devoid of emotion, her tone calm: "Whether you believe it or not, these resources are the maximum that Golden Broom Flower can offer."

No, this isn't the limit yet. Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly and said directly, "Tian Shu Wu and the Golden Sparrow Feather should be in the hands of the Golden Sparrow Flower, right?"

Upon hearing this, Keyanqing subtly raised his oiled paper umbrella, clearly not expecting the Abyss Saints to want these two items.

"It is far too unfair to hand over such a divine object as the Heavenly Pivot Five to His Excellency the Saint just because of a 10% price increase. Moreover, Mother has not even managed to obtain this object yet."

She shook her head, puzzled. "As for the golden sparrow feathers, what does the saint want with them?"

"You don't need to know that," the Spade said calmly.

Ke Yanqing frowned in thought. Golden Sparrow Feather is a level 7 spiritual material. It is a kind of spiritual plant that grows naturally within the territory of the legendary divine relic, Sparrow God Mountain. It has the characteristics of maintaining the existence of a broken soul body and replacing spiritual materials for ascension.

This spiritual material is not quite as important as an 8th-level spiritual material, but it is almost exclusively found in the Golden Finch Flower, and only one flower can bloom every thousand years, making it very rare.

Golden broom flowers are not readily available, making them, in a sense, equivalent to a level 8 rarity.

Previously, the S-grade inheritance, Golden Sparrow Domain Spirit Paper, was only lent out and could be taken back, so the loss was not significant. However, giving away Golden Sparrow Feathers meant a true consumption.

Ke Yanqing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I can give the Saint a golden sparrow feather."

"One? This saint wants ten." Xia Feng said calmly.

"?!!"

Are you robbing me?! The oil-paper umbrella swayed, and Ke Yanqing took a deep breath. "Your Excellency, the golden sparrow feathers may only grow once every thousand or even two thousand years, and my golden sparrow flower only has three flowers left in total."

Three flowers left? So few. Xia Feng muttered to himself, unable to tell if this was the truth.

But three flowers it is.

"Alright, then I'll take three flowers." Xia Feng said casually, as if it were a trivial matter.

Ke Yanqing tightened her grip on the umbrella again, her expression dazed. The last time she felt such anger was when she was molested by that villain wearing the K mask.

This time, the person in front of me was also wearing a mask, and what they said was just as infuriating.

Ke Yanqing took a deep breath and said in a cold, indifferent voice, "Your Excellency Saint, may I take this as a lack of sincerity in your deal with my Golden Bird Flower?"

She realized that this mysterious Spade Man was targeting the Goldfinch, which seemed to be a subtle form of targeting.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Feng said, "How about this, what do you Golden Bird Flower want? You can make a request to this Saint."

Conditions? Ke Yanqing was taken aback, then instantly understood. The Abyss Saints wanted to act as middlemen, as they were about to receive a large amount of spiritual materials from other forces, which they could then re-trade.

However, the most important thing for Golden Finch right now is not spiritual materials. Ke Yanqing seemed to be thinking, and slightly tilted his oil-paper umbrella, fixing his cold gaze on the young man in the suit in the distance.

He turned back and asked, "Your Excellency, Saint, do you have the power to destroy Burning Heaven?"

Xia Feng: ".?"

What do you take me for, a dragon god descended to earth?

However, he immediately understood her thoughts: Golden Finch wanted to use the Abyss Dragon God that Xia Feng might have behind him to strike at Burning Heaven.

But let's not even talk about whether the Abyss Dragon God exists or not. Even if it does exist, it would never exchange its present existence for such a small benefit. "Gentlemen, isn't it rather impolite to discuss destroying Burning Heaven right in front of me?"

On the distant ruins, the young man in the suit smiled and said, "How about this, beautiful lady, how about your Golden Finch Flower tribe pays for the resources for Burning Heaven to enter the Heavenly Realm, and then Burning Heaven will withdraw its troops?"

"In this way, Your Excellency Saint gains resources, your Golden Bird Flower gains safety, and I, Burning Heaven, gain free entry to the Heavenly Realm. It's a win-win-win situation."

Ke Yanqing's gaze was indifferent, and she ignored him. After pondering for a moment, she looked at the Spade Man and asked, "Your Excellency Saint, will you still be here tomorrow?"

The Spade Man thought for a moment and nodded: "Very well, let's end the negotiations here for today. Tomorrow, your Golden Flower will give me a definite answer."

Mount Que Shen is very close to the Gate of Sumeru, so there is no need to rush. Ke Yanqing nodded. In fact, according to the Twelve Seats' idea, since the Gate of Sumeru is located in Jin Que City, their Jin Que Flower can reach a deep cooperation with the Abyss Saints. Mother also agrees with this approach.

However, judging from the Abyss Saints' outrageous demands, the Twelve Seats meeting tonight is likely to be quite noisy.

"Oh, right, besides that," the Spade Man casually gestured behind him, and a vortex opened up behind him, from which he pulled out a boy with platinum blonde hair and a black mask, and threw him toward Ke Yanqing.

"This Conan is your younger brother, isn't he? If I hadn't run into him, he would have been in grave danger in this chaotic city."

The boy was naturally Xia Feng's true form. Sooner or later, Tian Shu Wu would either be obtained by Hua Shen or by the Burning Heaven Saint Lord. He would first infiltrate Sparrow God Mountain and then wait for an opportunity to act.

Ke Yanqing never expected that her little brother would be captured and rescued by the Abyss Saints. She was shocked and quickly reached out to take him.

Xia Feng crashed headfirst into the embrace of the green mountain, the softness like clouds and mist. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around the waist of the woman in the cheongsam, and then darkness fell before his eyes.

Ke Yanqing stiffened for a moment, but then, remembering that it was his younger brother, he felt nothing of it, and the strange feeling that something was amiss in his heart dissipated.

She pursed her lips and looked at the Spade Man in the distance. Although she thought he was just as despicable as the K-face Man, always targeting the Goldfinch, he had at least done one good thing.

"I will remember this kindness, Your Excellency Saint."

Without lingering, she let out a clear cry from the golden sparrow beneath her feet, drawing a fiery red, distorted ripple across the sky before turning into a black dot and disappearing into the heavens.

The other factions didn't linger either; each used their own methods to quietly depart.

Finally, only the year of the Heavenly Emperor's birth remained.

He seemed to have little interest in making a deal. His smile was inscrutable. After giving Xia Feng a slight bow, he transformed into a dark red flame and dissipated in the wind.

The Spade Man stood atop the tower, gazed at the distant sky for a moment, then turned and retreated back into the Gate of Sumeru.

This was merely Xia Feng's undead clone, intended to remain in the Sumeru Realm to await further negotiations with the Golden Finch Flower the next day. Xia Feng withdrew his gaze from the clone, his vision darkening, his lips inhaling the faint, murmuring scent of gardenias.

His character, the young master of the Ko family, is portrayed as disfigured and wearing a mask all year round, but the mask only covers two-thirds of his face.

His lips and jaw were exposed, and his facial contours were exactly the same as Xia Feng's when he was young.

He looked up and met the woman's gaze.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the woman's face, which had been obscured until now, was finally clearly visible.

She has an oval face, her hair is styled in a bun with a wooden hairpin, and her beautiful eyes have a gentle and cool gaze. She is not particularly stunning, but she has a classical and aloof air, like someone who has stepped out of a distant landscape painting.

(End of this chapter)