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"This..." Mu Chen hesitated for a moment and looked at Zhao Laosan.

Zhao Laosan scratched his head and muttered, "Doing it together isn't out of the question... it's just the safety..."

"Regarding security, the Alliance's law enforcement team will conduct regular patrols. Alternatively, your two factions can jointly form a mine protection team, with the Alliance providing some equipment and training," Shen Mo added.

Zhao Laosan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"The rules of the alliance are not to be taken lightly," Shen Mo said calmly.

Mu Chen cupped his hands and said, "Alliance Leader's considerations are thorough. Mu Chen... has no objections."

Zhao Laosan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I, Zhao Laosan, have nothing to say! We'll do as the alliance leader says!"

"Alright." Shen Mo nodded and said to Han Lin, "Elder Han, draft a detailed contract accordingly, clearly defining rights, responsibilities, and benefits. After both parties affix their seals, submit it to the Resource Hall for filing and execution."

"Yes, Sect Leader." Han Lin breathed a sigh of relief, admiring the Sect Leader's move. This move upheld the authority of the alliance rules, resolved the actual dispute, and also brought resources under the alliance's supervision—a win-win situation.

Shen Mo then looked at Mu Chen and Zhao Laosan, his tone softening: "Resources are inanimate, but people are dynamic. Only by working together can we make the pie bigger."

"I hope that the two leaders will cooperate sincerely in the future and not let small gains cause discord. The Blackwater Marsh Mining Bureau is a model of cooperation within the alliance."

"We will heed the Lord's instructions!" the two replied in unison, their tone much more sincere this time.

The dispute subsided, and the two excused themselves to discuss the details of their collaboration. Silence returned to the council chamber.

Han Lin sighed, "The sect leader's move can be described as cutting off the fuel supply. However... I'm afraid some people will criticize the fact that 30% will go to the public."

Shen Mo stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the busy disciples outside the hall. He calmly said, "Elder Han, the Alliance is not a charity. It needs resources to operate. It is only natural to take from the Alliance and give back to the Alliance."

"If there are any objections, let them see where these 30% of public assets are ultimately used."

"Is it paving the way, strengthening defenses, or... rewarding the next person to discover resources? Only when rules are established can people's hearts be at ease. This first brick must be laid correctly."

Han Lin solemnly replied, "I understand."

At this moment, Su Xiao's figure quietly appeared at the entrance of the palace.

Shen Mo didn't turn around, but asked, "Junior Sister Xiao, what is it?"

Su Xiao quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Sect Leader, we just received news that the representatives of the Blazing Sun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect reacted calmly after hearing about this at the inn, but they have been in frequent secret contact."

"In addition, a small-scale conflict broke out between two patrol teams near the 'Wind Howling Cave' in the south, with both sides suffering losses."

Just as the turmoil surrounding the Blackwater Spirit Mine was subsiding in the council hall, another uproar erupted in a hilly area two hundred miles east of the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

This place is called "Wind Howl Hill," a name that sounds elegant, but in reality it's a barren wasteland with little spiritual energy, where no decent spiritual herbs can grow.

Normally, only low-ranking disciples from small sects or unsuccessful rogue cultivators would come here to try their luck, hunting low-ranking demonic beasts or collecting common medicinal herbs such as "iron wire vine" and "hemostatic grass" to barely make ends meet.

The boundaries of Fengming Hill are even more unclear. The hills are undulating and the ravines are crisscrossed. For hundreds of years, no treasures worth coveting by major sects have emerged, so the boundary lines are naturally very vague.

The two main groups active in this area are the "Iron Sword Sect" and the "Green Bamboo Gang," two brothers in dire straits.

The Iron Sword Sect sounds impressive, but in reality, the entire sect has fewer than thirty members. The sect leader is an old man at the eighth level of Qi Refining who relies on a few rudimentary sword techniques passed down from his ancestors to maintain appearances.

The Green Bamboo Gang was in an even worse situation. Its leader was a middle-aged woman who led a dozen or so people. They mainly relied on weaving a kind of "Green Bamboo Mat" with a slight spiritual energy to sell to ordinary towns in exchange for cultivation resources.

The two families often have minor squabbles over a few "fire-breathing rabbits" and a few clumps of "glowing mushrooms," but they usually just argue for a few words and then disperse, since they are both poor and don't have the energy to fight to the death.

But today, things are different.

A female disciple of the Green Bamboo Gang named "Xiao Cui" discovered a small patch of "Wind Chime Grass" in a secluded crevice on the north slope of Wind Chime Hill.

This bellflower isn't a top-tier spiritual herb, but it can be used to refine "Lightness Talismans" and low-level "Qi Recovery Powder." It might be insignificant to disciples of major sects, but for small, low-level sects like the Iron Sword Sect and the Green Bamboo Gang, it's like a windfall!

This small piece can be sold for at least several dozen low-grade spirit stones, enough for the entire sect to save money and cultivate for half a year!

Overjoyed, Xiao Cui quickly marked the spot and ran back to the gang to report the news. Upon hearing this, Sun San Niang, the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, was delighted and immediately selected several capable subordinates to go harvest the herbs with hoes and baskets.

However, the news somehow leaked out. The Iron Sword Sect's leader, "Old Sword Wu," also received the message and rushed over with his disciples. The two sides bumped into each other right in front of the crack.

"Sun San Niang! This north slope of Fengming Hill has always been the territory of my Iron Sword Sect! This wind chime grass naturally belongs to my Iron Sword Sect!" Old Wu's beard and hair stood on end as he gripped the rusty iron sword, his voice sharp and stern.

Behind him, seven or eight disciples also drew their swords, the tips waving wildly without any particular technique, but their posture was quite intimidating.

Sun Sanniang, a feisty woman, raised her eyebrows in anger upon hearing this, put her hands on her hips, and cursed, "Bullshit! Old ghost Wu! Your Iron Sword Sect's territory is on the south slope! Even ghosts don't come to this crack on the north slope. When did it become your property? This grass was discovered by our Xiao Cui first! Are you trying to double-cross me?"

"Nonsense! This Fengming Hill has been the foundation laid by our Iron Sword Sect's founder since ancient times!" Old Wu retorted, his neck stiff. "You bunch of mat-weaving women from the Green Bamboo Gang, do you even deserve to come and steal our food?"

"What's wrong with the women? Snatching food? We clearly found this! You want to rob us outright?" Several female disciples behind Sun San Niang also brandished bamboo-shaving knives. Although their weapons were shabby, their aura was no less imposing.

The more they argued, the angrier they became, from fighting over territory to dredging up old grievances, hurling insults at each other.

The disciples below were young and hot-blooded. Someone pushed and shoved each other first, and then someone else threw a stone. Then it was like a ping-pong ball in a mess.

The Iron Sword Sect's swordsmanship was sloppy, and the Green Bamboo Gang's bamboo knives were even less sophisticated. This brawl was utterly devoid of any entertainment value; it was nothing more than a pure street fight.

But cultivators are generally stronger than ordinary people. They were hit by fists, feet, stones, and sharpened bamboo poles, and blood was drawn in no time.

Screams, curses, and the clanging of weapons created a chaotic scene. By the time the two sect leaders realized what was happening and tried to call a halt, it was too late.

Five or six people were lying on the ground, all with blood streaming from their heads. A disciple of the Iron Sword Sect had his arm pierced by a bamboo pole, and a young girl from the Green Bamboo Gang had her forehead split open by a stone and was unconscious.

"Stop fighting! Both of you, stop!" Wu Laojian and Sun Sanniang roared simultaneously, their voices trembling. Seeing their disciples injured or killed, the two were filled with anxiety and regret, but what could they do now that things had come to this?

Just as the two groups were in a panic and glaring at each other, a rapid whooshing sound came from the horizon! A dozen streaks of azure light fell like meteors, instantly enveloping the scene.

The newcomers were all dressed in the Qingyun Sect's standard blue armor, exuding a fierce aura. The leader was nine feet tall, with a broad back and thick waist, and a face full of scars. He carried a giant axe that looked like a door panel on his shoulder. Who else could it be but Shi Tie?

He received a message from the patrolling disciples nearby, saying that there were fluctuations of spiritual energy and sounds of fighting at Fengming Hill, and immediately led a team of enforcement disciples to the scene. Upon seeing the scene, Shi Tietongling's eyes widened, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Damn it! Stop it, all of you! If anyone moves again, I'll crush their balls!"

This shout contained the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, causing everyone present to have their eardrums buzzing and their blood to surge. They were all frozen in place, staring in horror at this group of evil spirits.