Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1818: Chapter 1100: Exchange and Bargaining

”Do I look like a dragon?”

”No, but legend has it that there are dragons in the Water Flood River!”

”Indeed, the Water Flood River had dragons ten thousand years ago.”

Yang Zhenshan’s expression shifted slightly, ”Are you the dragon’s friend, the first City Lord of Qinglin Immortal City?”

The Five-tailed Vicious shook his head, ”Wrong, Qinglin Immortal City was built by the Water Flood, he’s my friend!”

Yang Zhenshan fell silent, truly, rumors are not reliable.

”So you used to live in seclusion in the Water Flood River?”

”Yes, after the Water Flood passed away, I’ve been cultivating in his underwater cave.” Five-tailed Vicious replied.

”You mean you’ve lived from ten thousand years ago until now!” Yang Zhenshan squinted his eyes.

Five-tailed Vicious looked up at him, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, ”That’s right, I have lived thirteen thousand eight hundred years!”

Yang Zhenshan fell into silence, thirteen thousand years, this clearly exceeded the lifespan limit of the Demon King, even the Mystic Turtle clan, known for their long lifespan, couldn’t normally live that long.

Even the Taoist Master only has a lifespan of ten thousand years, yet this fellow before him has lived for thirteen thousand years.

”Is it for the power struggle?”

”Yes!”

”But what exactly is the power struggle?” Yang Zhenshan asked again, puzzled by this question for a long time, still unclear about the specifics of the power struggle.

However, Five-tailed Vicious had no intention of telling him.

Yang Zhenshan looked at him, and he looked at Yang Zhenshan, their eyes collided, making the atmosphere suddenly heavy.

”Can’t tell me?”

”Can’t!” Five-tailed Vicious replied concisely.

”Why?”

”Because once I tell you, you’ll become my rival!”

Yang Zhenshan furrowed his brow, you’d become a rival after knowing it?

”Is it related to occupying territories? Related to Dao intents?”

He voiced his earlier speculation.

Five-tailed Vicious still remained silent.

At this moment, Yang Zhenshan understood that the person before him wasn’t someone he could rally, as they didn’t have shared goals nor could they establish mutual interest.

Qing Niu, Lin Qihe, and others had a common goal in White Jade City, which was self-preservation, banding together for better survival rather than standing alone; they could also form interest alliances, Yang Zhenshan could bring them benefits and provide them a safe haven.

And there were no conflicts or disputes among them.

Five-tailed Vicious was different, a conflict had arisen between Yang Zhenshan and him—Yang Zhenshan wanted to know details of the power struggle, even though he hadn’t considered participating in it, he needed to figure out what it was to avoid being inadvertently drawn into it.

”Tell me, I can help you!” Yang Zhenshan hesitated for a moment, but still said.

He really wanted to understand the inner workings of the power struggle, or else he wouldn’t know what to do next.

”What can you help me with?” Five-tailed Vicious asked.

Yang Zhenshan smirked, ”I can help you with many things, it depends on what you want.”

”I need resources, a large army, a powerful force.” Five-tailed Vicious replied.

”Resources, I have them, but what will you exchange for them? I also have an army and a force, though not strong, but definitely stronger than your makeshift setup!” Yang Zhenshan said.

Five-tailed Vicious gave Yang Zhenshan a deep look, ”You’re an Alchemist!”

”That’s right!”

”Alright, then I want a hundred top-grade Demon Yuan Pills.”

Yang Zhenshan’s mouth twitched slightly, ”What will you exchange for them?”

A hundred top-grade Demon Yuan Pills, he indeed had them.

But he wouldn’t give them to Five-tailed Vicious for free.

”The detailed information about the power struggle!” Five-tailed Vicious answered.

Actually, Yang Zhenshan’s speculation about the power struggle was already very close to the truth: territories and Dao intents, governing the world and spreading the Dao; except for surpassing the previous Authority Master, he’d almost guessed two ways of the power struggle.

This was why Five-tailed Vicious decided to negotiate with him.

”Not enough!” Yang Zhenshan shook his head.

The information was important, but a hundred top-grade Demon Yuan Pills weren’t a small amount, although Yang Zhenshan could come up with that many, it would nearly empty his reserves.

”Eighty Pills!” Five-tailed Vicious offered.

Yang Zhenshan gave him a curious glance, this guy actually wanted to haggle.

”At most, ten pills!”

”Seventy Pills!”

”At most, ten pills!”

”Sixty Pills!” Five-tailed Vicious’s face soured, I’ve lowered the price so much, yet you don’t budge even a little.

Seeing his reaction, Yang Zhenshan chuckled, ”At most twelve pills, really can’t give more, Demon Yuan Pills may not be a rare elixir, but it’s a Jie Dan Spirit Object, also one of the most-used elixirs by Golden Core Cultivators and Demon Kings, I bet you can’t even buy them!”

At this moment, Yang Zhenshan seemed to have figured out Five-tailed Vicious’s situation.

How to say it?

Five-tailed Vicious is probably a pauper; otherwise, he wouldn’t haggle with Yang Zhenshan like this.

Look at Hengshan Sect, ordering hundreds of third-tier elixirs at once, and millions-worth second-order pills.

Hengshan Sect can be called wealthy, while Five-tailed Vicious is penny-pinching.

Even after living for thirteen thousand years, a pauper is still a pauper!

Just as Yang Zhenshan had thought, Five-tailed Vicious agreed.

”Twelve Pills then!”

Five-tailed Vicious was truly poor; although he lived for thirteen thousand years, over nine thousand of those years he spent asleep, exhausting his lifetime savings for long-term sleep.

Yang Zhenshan waved his sleeve, and twelve porcelain bottles appeared on the stone table in front of him.

”Speak!”

Five-tailed Vicious glanced at the porcelain bottles, then said, ”The power struggle occurs every ten thousand years, each lasting between three hundred and five hundred years, divided into three types of struggle...”