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In a tastefully decorated private room, an oppressive silence hung in the air as three individuals stared at each other, their eyes wide with tension.
"You're really bold to speak up, Full Package," finally broke the middle-aged man in his forties, unable to bear the atmosphere any longer. He seemed somewhat at a loss for words.
If it weren't for witnessing that miraculous ability to transform decay into brilliance earlier, he might have seriously considered just throwing the other party out without a second thought.
However, having seen the extraordinary skills of the person before him, who completely overshadowed him in strength, Heart also sensed that the other party did not seem to be joking.
When he first heard that the other party was here to request magical artifacts, both Wuwei Daozhang and the middle-aged man found it somewhat amusing. For others, such an opportunity was rare and hard to come by, but for the seemingly young Daoist friend before them, it was hardly anything special.
Perhaps he lacked enough artifacts to share with friends and family; this wasn't the first time they encountered such a situation. Typically, they would give a couple of artifacts as a gesture of goodwill.
After all, considering the members of the Daoist Association spread across the country, while magical artifacts were scarce, the total number available for circulation was still considerable.
But—
"Damn it," he thought. To ask for everything outright! This was no longer just being greedy; even a duck wouldn't have such a big mouth!
In this situation, regardless of how impressive the other party was or how strong their connections were, it was absolutely impossible to agree!
Wuweizi now understood his own position. Although he had gained much respect from outsiders, many elders acknowledged him solely because of his teacher. Unless his teacher personally came to handle matters, he could never mobilize such vast resources.
Even if he could mobilize them, he certainly wouldn't hand over anything just because someone asked. It wasn't about how powerful or high-ranking the other party was.
Now that his friend had spoken up to help first, he slowly began to voice his thoughts as well.
"The rarity and function of Auspicious Artifacts are something you should be aware of. I can manage to help out with a few pieces—perhaps less than ten—but generally speaking, it's rare for a Daoist friend to bestow so many artifacts upon acquaintances. Only close relatives would qualify."
Though Wuwei's words were indirect, their meaning was clear: not just anyone could receive such gifts; having too many wouldn't be beneficial.
"Ah, you've misunderstood my intentions. I'm not looking to profit from this nor am I planning to distribute them all to relatives. If I must insist on something similar, it would resemble what you have set up on your floor," Yang Xiaoyou clarified.
The two men’s refusal was entirely within Yang Xiaoyou's expectations; in fact, he felt their attitude was already quite favorable. If they had immediately agreed upon meeting him, he would have been more concerned about hidden motives.
As long as they didn't kick him out on sight, it meant there was still room for negotiation. After all, he had come prepared to make some sacrifices; he wasn't asking for something for nothing—he just needed to apply some pressure.
"Oh? Could it be that you possess exceptional skills in Feng Shui? From your initial aura, I assumed you entered the Dao through Slaughter," Wuwei Daozhang remarked with newfound interest upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's explanation.
"Indeed, I have entered the path through Slaughter, but compared to ordinary mortals, my realm is here. One principle leads to understanding all principles. As long as it pertains to Spirit Realm techniques, I can grasp them quickly. It's merely a metaphor; the means I possess are several levels higher. However, I fear you may not comprehend."
Just as the Daoist priest displayed a hint of interest, Yang Xiaoyou spoke in an extremely calm tone, completely reversing his usual demeanor with words that were almost unbelievable—arrogant to the extreme.
This caused a stir among the two steady-minded individuals before him.
This was simply a complete disregard for their presence! Arrogance? Perhaps. But given the first impression they had of him, he certainly had the confidence to be arrogant.
Yet even so, this tone was rather excessive—mortals?
The more they delved into Daoism, the more they understood that gods and demons are born from the heart. Could it be that this fellow had 'lost his way'?
"You probably find it hard to believe. How about this: let's make a bet. If I can convince you wholeheartedly, then you must unconditionally support my actions without reservation. Of course, I only need to exchange or purchase magical artifacts; I'm not asking for them for free. If you refuse to accept it—even if it's just in words—then I will provide you with ten auspicious artifacts over the next year. How does that sound?"
Sensing their emotional fluctuations, Yang Xiaoyou maintained his tone, merely stating the latter part of his proposal.
This bizarre wager truly refreshed their understanding; how could mere verbal disagreement count as losing?
It should be noted that such a demand was indeed beyond their capabilities. Even if they were genuinely convinced, they wouldn't shamelessly ask for the ten auspicious artifacts he offered. However, they could gracefully express that it was a tie without losing face. Having lived this long and holding such status, neither of them was foolish; their steady hearts could suppress any negative emotions without feeling pressured.
Moreover, having dedicated their lives to metaphysics and expending so much effort, they were now curious about the techniques he spoke of with such arrogance—as if he were looking down on them from a perspective invisible to mortals.
Furthermore, they did not believe that his skills could truly provide an overwhelming advantage against the headquarters' arrangements; the outcome was still uncertain.
Besides, he openly admitted to entering through Slaughter and completely refused to give them any leeway—this did not seem like a good thing.
Everything follows a principle; if he allowed them to feel both convinced and unconvinced, then it would not be them playing tricks. If things came to light later on, they would not fear exposure.
"Let it be as you say, but my face is exceptionally thick-skinned. You should think carefully; otherwise, you can't blame me," Wuwei Daozhang finally stepped forward after exchanging glances with his companion and understanding each other's thoughts.
"No problem; just make your decision," Yang Xiaoyou shrugged and returned to his usual demeanor after that cold expression. He seemed to start complaining.
But as he complained...
The entire venue, including the security outside...
Members waiting in line inside the venue!
Or perhaps students engaging in activities in other directions!
Yet, almost simultaneously, they all felt the air around them grow still!
The once comfortable atmosphere of the entire club seemed to be drained in an instant!
It felt as if the roof of the entire venue had vanished!
There seemed to be an irresistible will looking down coldly upon everyone from above!
Powerlessness, submission, worship—whether among the business Elite or the political Noble, it seemed to apply equally to all!
In the eye of the storm, within the President's Room, there was a calmness as if nothing had happened. Yet both the indifferent presence and the middle-aged man could vaguely sense a heart-pounding feeling of being in the eye of a Typhoon.
They could faintly feel the heavy pressure outside the door, making two individuals who were at the absolute pinnacle of their respective fields experience an almost insurmountable weight!
With bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, one thought about possibly being taken to the countryside by Foreman. The anxiety was overwhelming—who could help me relieve this tension?
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