Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 532: 341: The Holy_2

Chapter 532: Chapter 341: The Holy_2

Logan didn’t respond, as he didn’t know whether the old man was a friend or a foe. However, judging from the fact that the old man casually killed a Sect Leader, at least they shared the same objective for now. As long as there wasn’t a sudden betrayal, there would be no conflict of interests between them.

The old man didn’t seem to care either. He turned his gaze again to the remaining four sect leaders in the field. “No need for introductions. You should be well aware of my realm. My only purpose here is to ask for a favor. Bring out the Supreme Treasures of your sects.”

“Impossible!” All the Sect Leaders immediately shook their heads. These treasures were their most profound reserves. To just hand them over would be equivalent to betraying their founders. Moreover, the treasures were securely kept within their individual sects and were not readily available.

The old man smirked, his eyes turned icy in the next moment. With a wave of his hand, two more Sect Leaders were wiped out instantly. Of the previously imposing five sect leaders, only two remained — the heads of the Flying Flow Sect and the Shingo Sect.

“Now let’s choose. Only one of you can present the treasure. The slower one would face the same fate as the others, naturally. I give you half a minute to consider. If you remain obstinate, then none shall be spared,” the old man said tersely.

This remark left the leader of the Flying Flow Sect and Celica Shingo dumbfounded. They did not understand why did the old man need their sect’s Supreme Treasures? The treasures were merely ordinary Divine Weapons or Dharma devices made by the founding Sect Leaders.

The Flying Flow Sect’s leader didn’t dare dawdle. He hastily replied, “The Flying Flow Sect is willing to comply. We only hope that the elder will leave a single path of life for the Flying Flow Sect. In the future, our sect will certainly worship the elder reverently. My decision to kill the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Leader was to due to threats from the other sects.”

“You are a smart one,” the elder nodded. Then, unexpectedly, he struck again. With just a simple blow, the leader of the Flying Flow Sect fell. Until his death, he could not comprehend why the elder decided to harm him even after he had agreed to the terms.

“This is all very puzzling, isn’t it? Let me clarify. I want all of your sect’s Supreme Treasures, without exception. I don’t care whether you are willing to give them or not. With my capabilities, I can get them anyway. What I loathe the most is the subservience shown by the man just now.”

The elder laughed wildly, and then all of a sudden, he turned his attention towards Celica Shingo. “Of the grand Six Great Sect Leaders, only you remain. Initially, I had promoted the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader to a Quasi-Saint, hoping that he could deal with you Five Sect Leaders.”

“Unfortunately, he turned out to be a useless individual who, despite having achieved the Quasi-Saint realm, could not defeat you. I wasted my efforts on him, and in the end, I had to take action myself. The power of the rule I invoked this time will take several years to recover.”

The elder’s gaze became icy. Just as he was about to attack Celica Shingo, Logan who was standing aside casually suddenly interrupted, “He is my friend. Although I cannot fight a Saint Seat, if we were to become enemies, I will surely seek revenge in the future.”

“Interesting! I do indeed fear you. Your cultivation realm may not be impressive, but you have formidable formation-arranging skills. Specifically, your intelligence and strategy are terrifying. You’ve made fools of the Six Great Sects, and I have observed it all.”

The elder didn’t take rash actions. After considering it for a moment, he asked, “But why do you think you can threaten a Saint Seat? If I want to kill, who in this world can stop me? And aren’t you afraid I might kill you at the same time? I can’t stand you people who always talk about matters of loyalty or principle. Don’t you know that strength is paramount?”

“I believe you won’t do that. Judging by how you previously sent the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader to seek revenge, I think that you don’t want to cause undue killing unless you have no other recourse. I guess causing too much death might bring about some sort of grand karma or something like that. Besides, why are you so anxious to get all the Supreme Treasures of the Six Great Sects?”

Logan smiled intriguingly, apparently unfazed. “At first, I couldn’t figure it out, but after observing your reactions so far, I think I understand now. Actually, you’re just like the Heavenly Saint Daoist. Even though you’re a Saint Seat, you’re not that invincible. You’ve either been injured or you’re at the end of your lifespan, with only a tenth of your original strength remaining. Therefore, you are trying to find something to prolong your lifespan.”

“As expected, you’re highly intelligent. However, you made one mistake: the treasures of the six major sects aren’t of great value in my eyes and I don’t expect to extend my lifespan with them. I simply want to uncover the great opportunities left by the previous Sanctuary Powerhouse!”

The old man took a deep breath. The lifespan of a Sanctuary Powerhouse isn’t infinite. An average one only has ten thousand years. Coupled with the lifespan accumulated at previous realms and self-cultivation, a Sanctuary Powerhouse can live for tens of thousands of years at most.

His situation was as dire as the Heavenly Saint Daoist, if not more so. He had less than ten years left. If he couldn’t find a lifespan-extending Supreme Treasure, he could only choose reincarnation or vanish from the world.

The old man’s killing intent concentrated, step by step, he walked towards Celica Shingo: “I won’t spare any of the six sect leaders. After all, he’s a half-step Saint Seat. What if one day he truly steps into the Sanctuary, perhaps seeking revenge on me and my descendants? I must eradicate all hidden threats.”

“You wouldn’t gain anything even if you found the treasures of the six major sects. There aren’t many things in the world that can extend one’s lifespan. Perhaps I can trade with you. I have a Supreme Treasure which might help elevate your realm.”

Logan hurriedly intervened, naturally not wanting a mishap to befall Lowen Shingo’s father: “Elevating your realm could increase lifespan as well. I can lend it to you for six months. Due to the discrepancy in time flow, you could gain an extra fifty years inside.”

“The Qiankun Pearl, the Supreme Treasure of the Beast Clan?” The old man’s eyes lit up at the mention. The only thing he could think of was the Qiankun Pearl, a spatial Supreme Treasure crafted with the efforts of thousands of years by previous Beast Kings and Sanctuary Powerhouses, with some rumored help from beings beyond Sanctuary Powerhouse.

“Shouldn’t the Qiankun Pearl have been dissipated along with the mutual destruction of the Heavenly Saint Daoist and the Beast King? Could it really have ended up in your hands? If all this is true, the Heavenly Saint Daoist’s century-long planning would have ended up benefiting you.”

Logan was taken aback. So the Supreme Treasure of the Beast Clan was called the Qiankun Pearl. He had always used it as a small world before. Now, in order to save Celica Shingo’s life, he was willing to lend it for half a year.

“Indeed, it’s the Supreme Treasure of the Beast Clan.” Logan stared at the older man: “But remember, I’m only lending it to you. You also must sign a blood oath and swear on it. If you break your promise, you’ll face retribution from the Thunder Tribulation and the Heavenly Dao.”

A Sanctuary Powerhouse’s vow bound by a signed blood oath had the Heavenly Dao as witness. If the old man betrayed his promise, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t tolerate it. He would face Heavenly Dao’s disapproval, disappearing under a Thunder Tribulation.

The old man’s eyes glowed fervently. “Agreed. As long as you lend me the Qiankun Pearl for half a year, I have confidence my realm can improve further. I might even grant you any opportunity that you want.”

Logan had him write a blood oath and swear on it before willingly bringing out the Qiankun Pearl, the Supreme Treasure of the Beast Clan. The sight of this Inner Alchemy seemed to breathe new life into the old man’s eyes.

He quickly stored the Qiankun Pearl, offering, “I will not only release Shingo Celica, but I will also give you a Saint Realm Talisman. This is made from my ten years of hard work. It can unleash the strongest attack of a Sanctuary Powerhouse three times. After which, its divine might will dissipate. This will provide you with a powerful safety net.”

Logan accepted the talisman, imposing a deadline of half a year for the old man’s return. They even exchanged Rune Records for Divine Consciousness Transmission so Logan could contact him anytime. If the old man disappeared, Logan could use the blood oath to call upon the Heavenly Dao to suppress him.

The old man took a deep breath, “I must leave now to promptly start cultivating in the small world. Every minute wasted here is a hundred minutes less for cultivation. Remember my name, Mountain Saint Taoist. If trouble arises, feel free to use my name.”