Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 926

Chapter 926: The Six-Floor Treasure Hall

She lifted her gaze, calm and unwavering, "If you trust me, then first, alert all major forces in the Northern Region. Next, capture the Raksasha spies, alive if possible. But be warned, their kind cannot be contained by ordinary prisons. If imprisonment fails, kill them, but ensure their souls do not escape."

"Then, dismantle the Blood Formations. Erase every trace of those blood sigils hidden across your lands." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle.

"And after?" Peng Ruining pressed, his eyes intent.

"After?" Shenlian Yingyue tilted her head slightly. "Retreat. Strengthen your cultivation. I advise seclusion over pointless conflicts, unless you wish to lose what remains of your storms."

"Without competition, how will we secure the resources needed for cultivation?" The Second Elder frowned.

"How many resources do you require?" Shenlian Yingyue asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" The elders blinked in confusion.

"The Master is saying we can supply you with cultivation resources, whatever you need. In exchange, you give us the treasures that have the same values." Xiao Yun, sprawled lazily across a cushion, flicked his tail.

For a long moment, the chamber was utterly silent.

Then, stunned disbelief rippled through the gathered elders.

"Do you have Radiant Meridian Pills?" one of the Peng Clan elders asked hesitantly, his voice laced with both hope and disbelief.

"Have." Shenlian Yingyue smiled, her fingers flicking lazily through the air.

The elders exchanged glances before another spoke up, "How about Golden Ascension Pills?"

"Got." Her tone was casual, as if they were discussing nothing more than common herbs.

"Mystic Ascension Pills?" a third elder pressed, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes."

"Top-grade Spiritual Herbs?"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I have. As many as you want. Name them. I also have Superior plants." Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched their expressions shift from skepticism to stunned awe.

The Peng Clan members immediately began listing rare and precious items, their voices overlapping in their eagerness. With a mere wave of Shenlian Yingyue’s hand, mountains of radiant pills, glowing spiritual herbs, and luminous Superior plants materialized, stacking high until the entire hall was filled with their dazzling brilliance. The sheer density of spiritual energy in the air was intoxicating, making everyone’s skin tingle with power.

Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. Some even pinched themselves, wondering if they had fallen into some fantastical dream.

’Who in the heavens were these people?’

Third Elder, unable to contain his excitement, lunged forward like an overeager child, his hands outstretched toward the nearest pile of treasures.

"Eh, what are you doing?" Xiao Li’s paw came down heavily on the elder’s head, stopping him mid-motion.

Third Elder froze, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment. He had completely forgotten his dignified status in his greed.

To the north stood racks of storm-forged weapons and soul-gem bows. To the west, floating suits of storm-armor and treasure-laden chests. The east housed glowing herbs, spirit elixirs, and flasks of condensed elemental essence. The south was reserved for ancient relics: forbidden scriptures sealed in light, soul mirrors, and artifacts of forgotten eras.

Above them all, thunder-jade prisms dangled from invisible chains, suspending miniature realms, cosmic maps, and flickering soul-lanterns amidst drifting auroras. Every corner of the hall pulsed with the weight of history and power.

"WOW!!!" Xiao Li’s eyes sparkled with unrestrained delight as he darted around, his paws eagerly inspecting every artifact in sight.

Shenlian Yingyue’s breath caught in her throat. This was the true wealth of the Storm Roc Clan? And she had a strong suspicion, this was merely one of their treasure halls. No wonder they had dared to bring outsiders here.

Xiao Li, Bing Xue, and Xiong Zi Ying scattered across the hall, their eyes alight with excitement. Xiao Yun, Zhiyi, Shenlian Yinzhu and Xie Xie, however, remained still, their gazes sweeping over the treasures with a calculating glint.

"Are these enough for an exchange?" Peng Ruining asked, his tone laced with arrogance. After all, how could he not be proud? The treasures his Storm Roc clan had amassed over millions of years were nothing short of extraordinary.

"Not enough," Xiao Yun replied flatly, his expression unreadable.

Nearby, Shenlian Yingyue observed their surroundings with mild curiosity, though her attention remained fixed on the negotiation.

"Master, what is this? And this?" Xie Xie bombarded her with questions, pointing at various artifacts. Shenlian Yingyue patiently answered each one, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Not enough?" Peng Ruining’s expression darkened. "Those pills and herbs are priceless. Asking for more is excessive, don’t you think?"

"More? Don’t joke with us," Xiao Yun scoffed, unfazed by the Storm Rocs’ displeasure. "Treasures are valuable, yes, but if you’re dead, what use are they?"

Peng Ruining and the five elders frowned, reluctance written across their faces.