Zhang Xing was not interested in these useless praises.
However, he was thinking of a different scenario.
That was to accept gifts!
The guests would definitely not come empty-handed. The gifts they brought would definitely not be ordinary.
However...
I'm just a decoration. I can't take the gifts.
They were all taken away by Mo Yushan.
What can I do?
The answer was definitely no.
However, they could still negotiate.
"Cough, cough!"
Mo Caiyi coughed twice and stopped talking. She thought that Zhang Xing was tempted.
"This... It's not impossible to hold a celebration."
"But I don't have time."
Zhang Xing had a troubled look on his face.
Mo Caiyi was stunned.
"Zhang Xuan, do you have something urgent?
Do you need our help? "
"Oh, it's not a big deal. I just destroyed Purple Flame Mountain a few days ago."
"I got a treasure map from them. Most of the Purple Flame Mountain's Spirit Stones and valuables are hidden there."
"I have to get it quickly. If I'm late, the remnants of Purple Flame Mountain might get it first."
Zhang Xing spouted nonsense without even blinking his eyes.
"What?
Did you destroy the Purple Flame Mountain? "
Although Mo Caiyi was a little shocked, she did not care too much.
She only felt that it was a little strange that the Purple Flame Mountain had suddenly been emptied out overnight.
According to the intelligence, there was a big battle there and it was suspected that a group of people had destroyed it.
It was rare for a sect to be annihilated like this. Even if the Purple Flame Mountain was a second-rate sect, it was not something that could be easily annihilated.
After the other few Palace Lords heard this, they became even more fearful of Zhang Xing.
If not for Ruan Mei …
It was unimaginable and unimaginable!
Zhang Xing noticed the changes in these people's expressions.
He felt that they were thinking too much.
The main point was not the destruction of the sect but the Spirit Stones and valuables.
"I didn't want to destroy them. They said that they would give me a large sum of Spirit Stones."
"However, they went back on their word in the end. In a fit of anger, I killed them all."
"Then, I took the Spirit Stones myself!"
Zhang Xing said it casually, but everyone felt their hair stand on end when they heard it.
The corners of his eyes twitched at the same time. This kid was not as amiable as he looked now.
He was a vicious and merciless person.
"Aiya!
We can't be careless about this matter. Spirit stones are equivalent to cultivation resources. We must get them back. "
"I wonder how many spirit stones are hidden in the Purple Flame Mountain?"
Mo Caiyi didn't think much, continuing to ask.
Zhang Xing's mind spun. If he said too much, Mo Caiyi and the others would be jealous.
It was better to speak less.
"Not much, just ten million mid-grade spirit stones and two billion low-grade spirit stones."
This was based on the general situation of the Purple Flame Mountain.
"This … isn't a lot!"
Mo Caiyi thought.
The other Palace Masters curled their lips. They were truly inexperienced.
It was just a small amount of spirit stones, yet he was in such a hurry to get them.
He thought that it would be a lot more generous.
Thinking about it, how much wealth could the Purple Flame Mountain have?
Perhaps even a hundred of them added together would not be able to compare to a single Mo Yushan.
"Our Ru Clan will pay these spirit stones."
"Consecrator Zhang, you just have to wait for the ceremony to start."
Ru Feng said generously.
There was a reason why he was so generous.
One was because of Mo Caiyi. As long as she made a decision, the three patriarchs of the Ru Clan would support her unconditionally.
The other reason was that he wanted to be on good terms with Zhang Xing.
He was quite far-sighted.
He didn't hold a grudge because the Second and Third Patriarchs were injured by Zhang Xing.
Compared to the future of the Ru Clan, this loss was negligible.
He was very clear that once the twelve-year-old Zhang Xing grew up, he would be a terrifying existence.
It wasn't impossible for him to become a Sage. It was just a process.