1266 Controlling the Immortal Burial City, Battling the Immortal Lords! (3)
“That’s impossible,” Immortal Lord Tie He, who was standing beside Immortal Lord Yu He, said coldly.
Seeking authority to control the Immortal Burial City?
Han Muye raised his head and pondered.
There were five Immortal Lords from the Fuyu Immortal World in the Immortal Burial City, while there were six from the Zhenyuan Immortal World.
The number of Zenith Heaven, Golden Immortals, and Heaven Immortal experts in the city that belonged to the Fuyu Immortal World was not as many as the number of cultivators gathered in the Zhenyuan Immortal World.
Unknowingly, the strength of the cultivators in the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm had already surpassed the Fuyu Immortal Realm in the Immortal Burial City.
If it were just a matter of strength, Immortal Lord Yang Yu and the others would never have dared to propose claiming rights.
The key was that Han Muye took the God-Slaying Battle Puppets with him.
Without the God-Slaying Battle Puppets, the overall strength of the Immortal Burial City had decreased significantly, as it had relied on the puppets and city-protecting array formations in the city.
This was the reason why the Immortal Lords from the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm had these thoughts in the first place.
In the end, it was still related to Han Muye.
“Hehe, Fellow Daoists, Little Friend Han.” Immortal Lord Yang Yu smiled and cupped his hands. Then, he said, “The six of us Immortal Lords have come to the Immortal Burial City to guard it, and there are so many cultivators from the Zhenyuan Immortal World.”
Pausing for a moment, he changed his expression to one of sorrow and shook his head, saying, “We are risking our lives for the Immortal Burial City, and for your Fuyu Immortal Realm, but you don’t give us any rights. Isn’t this unfair?
“We also want to have some positions of our own.”
“Positions?” Immortal Lord Tie He said disdainfully, “Since you’ve lost your world, what positions are you talking about?”
As soon as he said this, the expressions of the six Immortal Lords opposite him immediately changed.
Immortal Lord Yang Yu’s expression turned cold as he looked at Han Muye. “Little friend Han, you were the one who invited us to the Immortal Burial City back then, and you were also the one who set those conditions. Today, tell me, are we wrong?”
Wrong?
Not wrong?
It was just a matter of perspective.
Everyone in the hall turned to look at Han Muye.
Immortal Lord Zi Yu frowned and was about to speak when Han Muye said, “Immortal Lord Yang Yu is right. I invited everyone here back then, and I should have arranged these things.
“I wonder what your demands are?”
Immortal Lord Yang Yu glanced at the others and said, “Our demands aren’t high. Give the six of us the positions of Elders with the same authority.
“We’re all Immortal Lords. It can’t be that we can’t even have the position of an Elder, right?”
“We are all Immortal Lords. It’s not excessive to have the position of an Elder, right?
As Immortal Lords, having the position of an Elder was indeed not excessive.
However, the Immortal Burial City had always been governed by the Elders, with the number depending on the size of the population.
In the past, there were five Elders, and as long as three agreed, decisions could be made.
Now, if it were to become 11, with six Immortal Lords from the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm, wouldn’t everything be decided by Immortal Lord Yang Yu and the others?
“Impossible. There are only five Elders in the Immortal Burial City. We can’t increase the positions.” Sword aura flickered on Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s body as he shouted in a deep voice.
He had to speak out.
He was afraid that Han Muye might not understand these things and might rashly agree.
Only five Elders.
Immortal Lord Yang Yu and the five Immortal Lords beside him looked displeased.
“I want to know what will happen if we don’t agree to this condition?” Han Muye shook his head and looked at Immortal Lord Yang Yu.
Immortal Lord Yang Yu chuckled and looked at Han Muye. “Immortal Lord Zhu Yu of the Mu Yan Immortal Realm nvited us to go there. The Dao Sects of your Fuyu Immortal Realm also intend to invite us.”
Mu Yan and Fuyu Immortal Realms.
Dao Sect.
Han Muye turned to see the grim faces of Immortal Lord Zi Yu and the others. Immortal Lord Yu He had a complicated expression.
Immortal Lord experts were esteemed guests no matter where they went. At the very least, they would be consecrated.
To approach other Immortal Realms was one thing, but to stab one’s own Immortal Realm’s Dao Sect in the back was something else entirely, and it was truly unjustifiable.
“We’ve been getting along well with you in the Immortal Burial City, and we don’t want to leave,” Immortal Lord Yang Yu said with a hand over his chest.
“It’s just that you don’t even give us a single Elder position, which is truly disheartening.”
Immortal Lord Yang Yu clasped his hands and looked at everyone, “Three days, we’ll give you three days to discuss.”
Then he turned and walked away.
The other five Immortal Lords followed suit and left the hall.
In the hall, several Immortal Lords remained silent.
“Ahem, senior fellow Daoists, I won’t interfere in such a big matter,” Han Muye looked at the Immortal Lords and smiled, “But the benefits we agreed upon last time…”
Immortal Lord Zi Yu raised his hand and threw a golden box in front of Han Muye.
Han Muye reached out and took it, his divine sense probing inside, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
1.5 million divine crystals, considerably more than what Zhao Chen had calculated.
Han Muye smiled and cupped his hands, then walked out of the hall.
As he watched him leave, Immortal Lord Yu He sighed softly, “The God-Slaying Battle Puppet has left, and the Spirit Sword hasn’t returned yet. Now, we can’t even communicate with the Great Array of the Immortal Burial City. What should we do?”
Unable to communicate with the Great Array, they could only let it operate on its own.
The Trading Hall was also rendered unusable.
In this way, the resources that the Immortal Burial City could obtain were cut off.
“Given the current situation, the Dao Sect…” Demon King Tu Tian turned to look at Immortal Lord Yu He, but he did not finish his sentence.
If it weren’t for the Dao Sect’s recruitment, how could these six Immortal Lords from the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm have been swayed like this?
“Forget it. Without them, my Immortal Burial City will still be the Immortal Burial City.” Immortal Lord Hu Yuan stood up and strode out.
Instead of scheming here, he might as well go cultivate.
Waste of time.
The other few also turned and left.
Only Immortal Lord Zi Yu remained standing there.
“Kid, if you have anything to say, just say it,” Immortal Lord Zi Yu said coldly.
Han Muye appeared outside the door, with a smile on his face.
Beside him stood the God-Slaying Battle Puppet clad in golden armor.
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