Monarch Night

A black-clad figure appeared, slowly advancing in the air with hands behind his back.

Beside him, two others followed. Yet under the overwhelming momentum of this person, they seemed invisible.

The Vice Sect Master No. 2 of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Yan Nan!

He came in person!

"Greetings, Vice Sect Master."

Everyone in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect bowed deeply and orderly.

Only Duan Xiyang slightly lowered his head, considering it as a greeting.

Yan Nan descended with hands behind his back, gracefully landing on the mountaintop. Someone beside him brought out a chair, and Yan Nan sat on it directly.

Calm and composed, dignified and solemn.

Looking at Xue Fuxiao in midair, he said: "Lord Xue, won't you come down for a chat?"

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily and said: "To chat with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect's Vice Sect Master Yan, who shakes the world, is indeed my utmost honor."

His white robe fluttered, and he descended from the sky.

Yan Nan said: "This grand mobilization is not for a decisive battle, Lord Xue. I have plotted for three years, solely for this Purple Crystal Soul."

His voice was sonorous. He sounded as if negotiating, but the words carried an undeniable authority.

Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly and said: "It's just a pity..."

Before he finished, he abruptly stopped.

From the mountaintop, a stone bounced up and a surge of water suddenly burst forth.

Immediately a person emerged from the water and walked out.

It was Shui Mei.

The corner of his mouth was still bleeding.

Seeing such a grand gathering upon coming out, he hastily bowed: "Greetings, Vice Sect Master."

A bow caused blood to flow more from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating serious injuries.

Yan Nan flicked his finger, sending a bottle of medicine over, and said indifferently: "There's a formidable enemy below? Water God Xiao Tianshui?"

"Yes. Vice Sect Master indeed has foresight."

"Hmm... Has the situation been thoroughly investigated?" Yan Nan asked.

"Yes, thoroughly investigated. There is indeed a large Purple Crystal Spirit Mine below. But..."

Shui Mei looked conflicted and said: "...But the Purple Crystal Soul has just formed, not even ignited into a flame, merely an oscillating shadow."

Yan Nan's previously calm expression froze, frowning: "Not yet formed?"

"Yes, subordinate is absolutely certain."

Shui Mei said: "But this Purple Crystal Spirit Mine is very pure and there's a considerable amount stored."

Yan Nan pondered.

He was somewhat surprised in his heart; the Purple Crystal Soul not yet formed? How is this possible?

Beside a mountain stream, another rush of water surged forth, it was the Water Ghost.

The Water Ghost was also covered in blood, extremely disheveled. As soon as he emerged from the ground, his body just barely materialized when an irresistible force seized him, already caught by a giant hand.

When he saw the person in front of him clearly, the Water Ghost almost had a mental breakdown on the spot.

So many high-level figures of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, even Duan Xiyang was standing there!

Who was this person grabbing him?

Yan Nan placed the Water Ghost in front of him: "I am Yan Nan of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!"

The Water Ghost only felt a buzzing in his ears, the world spinning.

Yan Nan!

The current master of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!

"Yin Shui Palace's Water Ghost greets Vice Sect Master Yan!"

Yan Nan grunted and said: "Stand up and speak."

"Yes."

"What's the situation below?"

"...The Purple Crystal Spirit Mine, and a very faint, unformed, and still brewing Purple Crystal Soul."

The Water Ghost dared not hide a thing.

Facing Yan Nan, he didn't even have the notion to lie.

Yan Nan closed his eyes, one hand clasped on the Water Ghost's head, instantly reversing time.

He saw everything inside the Purple Crystal Cave, everything from the Water Ghost's perspective, he saw it all.

Including the battle.

A moment later, he released the Water Ghost and handed out a bottle of Elixir Pills: "Thank you."

The Water Ghost's head ached terribly, yet he dared not make a fuss, bowing in gratitude: "Thank you Vice Sect Master for the medicine, thank you for your trust."

Yan Nan did not respond.

Although his expression remained unmoved, everyone distinctly felt that he was somewhat disappointed.

Three years of planning.

Nine volcanoes erupted.

A large number of experts dispatched.

Arriving, only to find the Purple Crystal Soul not yet formed!

Such an incident was a massive blunder for Yan Nan.

"Alas..."

Yan Nan stood up tall, he had lost interest.

Seeing his subordinates standing, Yan Nan turned his head, looking at Xue Fuxiao, and in an exceedingly mild tone said: "Lord Xue, please pass on to Lord Dongfang, this Purple Crystal Spirit Mine, we, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, request thirty percent!"

Xue Fuxiao said: "In that case, please wait a moment."

Yan Nan's intention was clear, today was somewhat of a fiasco, thus seeking some respect!

In essence, Vice Sect Master Yan was trying to save face.

Just needed to see whether Dongfang Sansan would give him that face.

A moment later.

Xue Fuxiao looked at the Communication Jade and said: "Vice Sect Master Yan, Sansan's meaning is clear, thirty percent is too much. We've lost hundreds of thousands here! Moreover, our ancestral land has been entirely destroyed, it was originally our territory, everything ours, yet to give out thirty percent is too much."

He said: "Sansan states that after extraction, they could gift Vice Sect Master Yan ten percent."

He has been constantly updating Dongfang Sansan on the situation here.

Once Dongfang Sansan learned of this, offering ten percent showed a desire to avoid conflict.

Fighting would affect Dongfang Sansan's overall plans, and this place was too near to Baiyun State.

Not thirty percent, but ten percent.

Not a share, but a gift.

Yan Nan snorted and said: "Train everyone, return in three months, there shall be no hindrances."

This time, Dongfang Sansan agreed quickly: "Alright! Then I shall kill for another three months!"

Upon Xue Fuxiao's relay, Yan Nan coldly snorted.

In his lifetime, he least wished to converse with Dongfang Sansan, for every time it felt like he ended up at a disadvantage.