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What are Gu Shidi's plans?
The schemes of the Ying Clan's disciples are something they disdain. Just because they dislike it doesn't mean they won't engage in it. Ying Wuyi knows whether Gu Ping wants to know the intentions of Leng Gucun. The Moon River Sect is not one to deny anything. The Ying Clan prefers to lay everything out in the open, conducting their affairs openly and honestly, even if it annoys others, they can only endure in silence. The reputations of the Moon River Sect and the Treasure Pavilion in Tiandong are not particularly good; there have been plenty of backdoor dealings.
With the war intensifying in the Northern Region, the Ying Clan intends to unite with other sects to face the enemy. This is why Ying Wuyi boldly seeks to negotiate within the sect alliance. At this moment, a disciple from the Moon River Sect appearing in the heart of the sect would make anyone uneasy.
Among the Six Major Super Sects, including the Shan Da Qin Ying Clan, the Great Jin Yang Family, and the Hidden World Former Great Chu Nangong Family, deceit has been rampant for decades. It has only been a few years since their downfall, coinciding with the Nine Nether Invasion. It is not surprising that alliances shift among them; mistakenly treating an enemy as a friend could lead to disaster. Moreover, Gu Ping understands that at this moment, there are enemies but no friends—this is indeed a matter of life and death.
Bringing them over from the Moon River Sect is not something he looks favorably upon; if he cannot hold his own side together, Jie Donglai will be in trouble, and it will be a case of "when lips are gone, teeth are cold."
That being said, it is indeed true that looking at the map, the Moon River Sect controls territory south of Great Jin, north connecting to the Qin Empire, east linked with Flowing Cloud Realm and controlling Seven Major Feudal States, while westward lies Kunlun Mountain. The Kunlun Sect may also be a prestigious sect but has grown increasingly silent over nearly a thousand years. Many young cultivators do not even know of its existence. If the Qin Empire and its allies cannot withstand the advance of the Ninth Underworld, then it is likely that misfortune will befall them as well.
However, all this hinges on whether the Ying Clan can withstand the Ninth Underworld's advance. It is too early to speak of victory or defeat; yet Gu Ping knows that due to Ye You's influence, neither the sect nor the Qin Empire can stop the Ninth Nether Army's march. In this Battle of the Three Realms, it is likely that the first to be eliminated will be the Great Qin Ying Clan, especially without the Primordial Sovereign's support. Thus, if Gu Ping were to say that the Qin Empire would surely lose, he might offend Ying Wuyi instead. It would be better to utter something like "when lips are gone, teeth are cold," which sounds reasonable but is ultimately empty rhetoric.
Can both sides hold out?
Can they hold out?
This question looms before them; however, one prince and one disciple may not be enough to resolve it. Even if either could take charge, how could they ensure clarity in their decisions?
Having one more person assisting means more strength. The young master can rest assured while both families fight desperately against the Nine Nether Army in the Northern Region—what about all those clowns flitting about behind them?
The Ying Clan has never feared such things; if someone truly dared to stab them in the back, they could easily make that person kneel and beg for mercy—regardless of who it might be.
Ying Wuyi appeared indifferent, which finally drew Gu Ping's attention. The vast empire that had persevered for tens of thousands of years in the World of Mortals seemed to have no allies left. Did that mean they didn't need any? It was hard to tell where their confidence came from.
Sigh, the young master should help him.
If reasoning didn't work, then perhaps stirring emotions would. After saying this, Gu Ping pointed towards the eastern platform. In the brief moment they fell silent, the price for the Crimson Pearl Grass had already reached thirty million Eastern Grade Spirit Stones. If they didn't act soon, it would be too late.
Ying Wuyi stole a glance at Leng Gucun. He couldn't help but look down on that old friend, who always acted as if they owed him money. He would go around in circles without getting to the point. His cultivation method and whatnot, like the Jade-faced Bodhisattva Sutra, sounded so effeminate, yet he carried himself with an air of righteousness. It all felt quite awkward.
Bu Luo turned his thoughts around. Just because their Qin Empire feared being stabbed in the back didn’t mean that the sect was afraid. Making such a decision meant that disciples had significant influence outside the Sect. Helping Gu Hong once could create a favor owed to him; after all, cultivators valued favors above all else. No one liked to owe anyone anything, and if he could make Gu Hong owe him a favor, then an alliance between their two families would become much more feasible.
Thirty million.
Thirty million.
Thirty million.
Ying Wuyi acted generously; earlier, Bu Luo had bought something for a mere double hook, and now he was ready to spend thirty million Eastern Grade Spirit Stones without hesitation. Knowing Ying Wuyi's status, everyone quickly abandoned their thoughts of purchasing that immortal herb, allowing Ying Wuyi to acquire the Crimson Pearl Grass without any pressure.
He delivered the herb to Gu Ping and placed a cup of Apricot Blossom Wine in front of Leng Gucun.
The young master Ying sent over a message, saying it was an old acquaintance and inviting him for a drink. Would he accept?
Hearing the maid relay the message, Leng Gucun glanced at Ying Wuyi. He knew that this invitation was certainly not something he could refuse. He noticed how both of them preferred to avoid each other entirely; thus, it seemed he should pay attention to this person beside him who carried himself with such grace and dignity.
Leng Gucun took the cup of sake, sitting at the table with Gu Ping and Ying Wuyi.
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