Mythology Management System

Li Si's strength had reached the early stage of the third tier. He stared at it with his one eye for most of the day, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, he felt like he had a million "mmp"s in his heart, but he didn't know whether to say them or not.

Previously, when Wei Zheng handed over the command of the siege of the Black Dragon to Li Si, the one-eyed man was somewhat dissatisfied and had openly mocked Li Si for only being at the second level of strength. Now, Li Si standing here is a blatant slap in the face to him.

You were mocking me for being weak, weren't you? Hmph, I'll break through in a minute and show you.

Wait a minute, was Li Si's treatment of him at the Black Dragon Society last time revenge? He only said it casually back then, there's no need for him to hold such a grudge, right?

Today, One-Eye truly felt the harm caused by his loose tongue for the first time. If he had been on good terms with Li Si from the beginning, would he have been robbed so badly in the warehouse last time?

Those were all treasures! Just thinking about them still makes him feel incredibly guilty. And now he's starting to worry that if Li Si becomes stronger than him one day, he might come and beat him up.

Sitting next to him, River God Bai Luo looked up at the ceiling as if something on it could attract his attention. But Fu Jiu knew that he was just spacing out, a situation they were already used to.

"Brother Fu Jiu, how does that spirit weapon feel to use?" Wei Zheng asked, fiddling with his fingers, his eyes filled with ill intent.

Fu Jiu felt he had seen this look somewhere before, like, well, the feeling of a creditor coming to his door. In fact, Wei Zheng was indeed his creditor, since he had used the excuse of 'borrowing' when he got the Qingming Sword from Wei Zheng.

However, Fu Jiu had no intention of returning it. Have you ever seen Sun Wukong return his golden cudgel? Why should I return something I borrowed through my own abilities?

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about it because Wei Ge didn't mention it."

"Speaking of which, I really need this weapon that Pavilion Master Wei gave me. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to kill the Black Dragon."

"Who the hell gave it to you?!" Wei Zheng roared inwardly, his face darkening. He hadn't expected Fu Jiu to be so troublesome.

Fu Jiu's words just now had a double meaning. He used the word "send" to make it difficult for him to immediately break off relations and have to hold back for the time being, while at the same time he also brought up the matter of killing the Black Dragon.

Judging from Fu Jiu's tone, it seems that even without this spiritual weapon, he still has a way to kill the Black Dragon.

Before meeting Mr. Bowen, Wei Zheng would definitely not have believed it at all, but now how could he not believe it?

The person standing behind the other party was a fifth-tier expert, and the person sitting next to him was also a fourth-tier expert. He didn't believe that these people would be short of a spiritual weapon.

Moreover, what Fu Jiu said just now was not without a sense of threat to him.

Imagine, if even a fourth-tier black dragon has died at their hands, would they really be short of Wei Zheng?

Wei Zheng felt increasingly uneasy. Could Fu Jiu really be threatening him?

"Haha, Brother Fu Jiu is joking. Even without this spiritual weapon, the Black Dragon probably wouldn't be able to escape your grasp."

"This spiritual weapon has been put to good use in your hands and has found its rightful home. Giving it to Brother Fu Jiu is a million times better than letting it rot in our Dragon Slaying Pavilion's warehouse."

Wei Zheng had already swallowed his pride and flattered Fu Jiu, but there was nothing he could do about it. Just thinking about the fifth-level big shot standing behind Fu Jiu made Wei Zheng feel a headache coming on.

This negotiation was based on unfairness from the very beginning. Even if Fu Jiu made any excessive demands, he would have no choice but to agree. As for getting furious, that was practically impossible.

When he was younger, he would occasionally risk his life, but not anymore.

He has a large group of brothers waiting for him. If he dies, Zhanlong Pavilion will be destroyed by Bai Sha and his gang of bastards in less than three days.

"You're too kind, Pavilion Master Wei."

Fu Jiu hadn't expected Wei Zheng to be so sensible as to directly give him ownership of the Qingming Sword.

But it's understandable, considering he has a fifth-tier backer. It has to be said, it feels great to have a powerful figure protecting you.

Although this big shot can only make a move once, unfortunately, no one else knows it!

This is the benefit of information asymmetry. He can use Mr. Bowen's name to bully others and try to gain some advantages for himself. As long as he doesn't push Wei Zheng too far, he can play his game with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, the Azure Sword helped him a lot when he killed the Black Dragon. In his previous life, Fu Jiu had seen many spiritual weapons, but there were very few as sharp as the Azure Sword.

Before the Azure Dragon Sword, the Black Dragon's defenses were practically made of paper, and it pierced through in an instant, so easily that it almost made Fu Jiu's eyes pop out.

Strangely, when Fu Jiu later tested the sharpness of the Qingming Sword again, he found that it was much worse than before, and even less sharp than the dragon horn sword that Li Si had confiscated.

That shouldn't be the case. How can the same sword have two different forms when used?

After thinking for a long time, Fu Jiu finally remembered that this sword seemed to have the characteristic of specifically killing kings, nobles, and emperors.

The Dragon King... is he also a king?

Probably, perhaps, it should be.

Fu Jiu reluctantly accepted this premise, while his gaze toward the sword grew even more intense.

It...is much more powerful than he imagined!

He had accepted Wei Zheng's favor, and it would be unreasonable not to help him now. However, this sword was only a debt from last time that hadn't been settled yet. It wouldn't be so easy to just let him off the hook.

“Brother Fu Jiu, you must have heard that the White Shark Gang has been acting strangely lately. If we let Ren do nothing, the entire Qingshui City will suffer, and we’ll end up getting dragged into it too.” Wei Zheng looked like he was ready to go through fire and water for the people. If someone didn’t know the truth, they might actually believe his nonsense.

“Sect Leader Wei is right. Even for the sake of the entire Qingshui City, we must stand up.” Fu Jiu also looked righteous.

"But how should we distribute the supplies seized in this battle?"

Wei Zheng was secretly delighted. Since Fu Jiu had said so, the alliance was probably on track. He didn't see anything wrong with Fu Jiu proposing to share the profits.

If anyone else had brought this up, Wei Zheng would have thought it was foolish—thinking about distributing spoils before even winning the battle.

But it's different for Fu Jiu. He's capable and has powerful backers, so his attitude isn't foolish or arrogant, but rather a genuine display of self-confidence.

Wei Zheng waved his hand and declared, "As long as Brother Fu Jiu is willing to help, I can let you take 70% of the spoils of war afterward."

Fu Jiu nodded in satisfaction. Wei Zheng did have some guts; no wonder Zhanlong Pavilion had been able to hold out for so long under the Li family.

After a moment's thought, Fu Jiu added another point: "We should prioritize selecting the supplies we obtain."

Wei Zheng hesitated for half a second, then decisively said, "Deal!"