Chapter 339: Bargaining

Inside the Brahma God Sect, news of Gu Fan returning safely with many disciples soon spread throughout the sect.

At first, everyone did not think much of it. It was just another group mission. Back when Ying Langtian led the team, they also went out safely.

But very soon, a piece of news slowly began circulating within the sect.

“Have you heard? Liu Bo and the Holy Son went out on a mission, and when they returned, they directly exchanged for a large number of battle techniques and treasures. Just earlier, he leaped across three small realms in the Martial Practice Plaza and defeated his old rival, washing away his previous humiliation!”

“What? Really? Just one mission and they gained so much?”

“What do you know? I have a senior brother who also went on this mission. They were searching for a treasure that could help with success in the later stage of the Union Dao Realm!”

“What the hell! Are you kidding me! A treasure that helps with Union Dao? Even if they got it, it wouldn’t belong to the disciples, right? After the sect takes their share, wouldn’t it all end up in the Holy Son’s hands?”

“Heh, if it were before, naturally it would have been like that. After handing it over to the sect, each person would be lucky to get a sip of soup. But this time, it was different…”

Those words in the discussion instantly drew everyone’s attention.

“What was different this time?”

The one speaking looked at the other as if he were a fool and said:

“Of course, the Holy Son is different!”

At this point, everyone understood.

Yes, the only difference was that the leader had changed.

The Holy Son was Gu Fan!

“It’s said that this time the Holy Son had far-reaching plans. In the contest among the four major forces, he won and plundered a large number of benefits. And the Holy Son also distributed shares. It’s said that every disciple who participated in the mission gained far more than ever before.”

“So that’s how it is. It seems the new Holy Son is very generous, willing to give so many benefits.”

“Heh, maybe he gained even more for himself.”

Someone immediately showed disdain and retorted.

“Heh, when the Holy Sons of the past went on missions, did they ever gain less? Yet, we never saw them share with anyone.”

“That’s right, what a despicable person…”

Meanwhile, at the core grand hall of the Brahma God Sect.

Gu Fan and Lin Yi came forward to report the mission.

Gu Fan turned his palm and presented a storage pouch.

“Reporting to the Sect Master and all the Elders, this is the harvest from this trip into the Linya Cave Heaven.”

Elder Zu smiled and waved his hand, taking the storage pouch.

After opening it and taking a look, he was slightly surprised.

“Thirty stalks?”

“So many were harvested this time?”

As soon as he said this, the other elders all revealed joy. For them, these things were directly related to themselves.

They could significantly increase the chances of success in Union Dao, so they had to keep some in reserve.

In the past, even when the Holy Son brought back the most, it was only seventeen stalks. The sect naturally knew that disciples kept quite a few for themselves.

But the elders would not covet those. After all, they would not do something like making the horse run without feeding it grass.

Instead, they would later approach the disciples privately with treasures to exchange.

This had already become one of the unspoken rules within the sect.

For disciples, exchanging for treasures suitable for immediate use was a good deal, and they could also gain the elders’ goodwill.

For the elders, they did not need to pay too high a price to obtain Burial Roots, which was also a good bargain.

But this time, Gu Fan had almost doubled the number!

The elders exchanged glances, uncertain of Gu Fan’s intentions.

Gu Fan smiled and said:

“The stronger the sect becomes, the stronger we disciples can grow. I understand this principle well. I hope these Burial Roots can be of some use to the sect!”

Gu Fan’s purpose was simple: without Ying Langtian, the Brahma God Sect would only be better with him, not worse.

Those elders who had been maintaining a wait-and-see attitude immediately felt shaken.

What an admirable outlook! Only if the sect prospered could disciples gain protection and grow stronger.

The words were not false, but how many disciples actually thought this way? Most only wished to drain the sect dry, never handing over anything they could keep for themselves.

Not to mention Gu Fan, who had handed over double the usual amount.

If the sect had more disciples with such awareness, how could they ever worry about poor development?

The Sect Master, however, did not show much expression. He only nodded calmly.

“The Holy Son has done well. With you as an example, the sect disciples will surely grow better and better.”

At this moment, Elder Zu’s expression changed slightly. Looking at Gu Fan, he secretly sent a voice transmission:

“You brat, did you rob the goods of the other three sects?”

He would never believe that Gu Fan was someone who sacrificed his own benefits to curry favor. Clearly, this time’s harvest had far exceeded expectations!

Gu Fan’s expression did not change as he replied via voice transmission:

“What is Elder Zu saying? I am an upright and proper man. Within the secret realm, normal sparring and exchanges were common. If someone lost, naturally they had to leave something behind as a wager.”

“Heh, so the wager was?”

Gu Fan said: “Fifteen stalks of Burial Root.”

Elder Zu froze. Only fifteen stalks of Burial Root?

Playing this small?

“Cough cough, I left fifteen stalks for each of the three sects to take back…”

Elder Zu immediately felt a toothache. Good heavens, so this was the fifteen stalks?

Each sect must have had at least a hundred stalks, right?

Gu Fan had practically robbed all three sects, adding to their own sect’s harvest, meaning he had at least four hundred stalks in hand.

It was said that he had left two stalks for each disciple, which meant he still had at least two hundred stalks in hand!

Now he only handed over thirty stalks to the sect. Compared to him, Ying Langtian’s heart seemed almost kind!

“At least hand over a hundred stalks!”

Gu Fan was unwilling. He could tell that Elder Zu favored him, so he was not afraid of offending him.

“What a joke, where would I have that many?”

“Don’t try to fool me, I’m not stupid. At least eighty stalks, or I won’t cover for you when the three sects come knocking.”

Gu Fan curled his lips and continued negotiating via voice transmission:

“Thirty stalks. I truly don’t have more. Everyone was fighting, and I didn’t gather that many. Besides, I also gave many stalks to the disciples.”

Elder Zu narrowed his eyes at Gu Fan. Finally, he said unhappily:

“Forty stalks. Not one less. Otherwise, this old man doesn’t want them either.”

Gu Fan thought about it. Forty stalks were still within his budget. This was a loss he was prepared to bear.

Not for anything else, but because he wanted to establish a certain level of trust with the sect.

Of course, it wasn’t that he trusted the sect, but rather that the sect needed to start treating him as a true Holy Son. Otherwise, just holding the title of Holy Son was not of much use.

“Very well. Since Elder Zu has spoken, this disciple naturally obeys. Forty stalks it is!”

With that, Gu Fan took out another storage pouch and said:

“These were the wagers I obtained while sparring with disciples from the three sects. I hand them over as well for the sect to allocate.”

This time, the Sect Master was slightly surprised. Although he faintly sensed earlier that Elder Zu and this brat were communicating, for him to suddenly produce another storage pouch for the sect was indeed beyond his expectations.

Elder Zu accepted it again, then deliberately acted surprised as he said:

“Forty stalks! Holy Son, what do you mean by this? This already far exceeds our sect’s harvest in the past!”

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