In a bustling city that was not small in scale, the high and mighty City Lord was half-lying on a chair, enjoying the singing and dancing in front of him. Suddenly, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man appeared in front of the City Lord out of thin air and said directly, "I want to buy this city!"
The city lord leapt in fright from the sudden appearance of the person before him. When he heard what the person said, he became stunned. Only after quite a while did he ask with uncertainty, "You're from the World of Forsaken Saints?"
The middle-aged man grinned and introduced himself, "I'm Stark. I come from the World of Forsaken Saints, the Holy Emperor of the Sixth Heavenly Layer."
"What, the Holy Emperor …" The city lord's limbs trembled as his face became rather pale. He was only a Heaven Saint Master right now, but even with that, he was still the greatest expert in the city. The Holy Emperor was an unreachable existence in his eyes.
"I want to buy this city. You can go and negotiate with the people in the city. Whether it's money, battle skills, or cultivation techniques, I can take them all out. Depending on the size of the territory you occupy, you can get different rewards. Of course, if your performance is satisfactory, then I won't treat you unfairly." Stark said.
"B- but this city belongs to the Luofei Kingdom. If I do that …" The city lord said in a troubled manner. He was not particularly willing to work for the people of the World of Forsaken Saints. After all, he was a human. How could he help a foreign race? However, the person standing before him was a Holy Emperor. Even if he was unwilling, he could not directly express it.
"The Luofei Kingdom you speak of only has a single Saint Ruler. If your contributions are great enough, I can make a request to the higher-ups.
If you enter the sacred grounds of our World of Forsaken Saints to cultivate, you'll definitely become a Saint Ruler within ten years, "said Stark.
"What? You'll let me become a Saint Ruler within ten years? Is that true? " The city lord's eyes widened as excitement filled his face. He had been a Heaven Saint Master for many years already, but due to the limitations of his talent, he would never be able to reach Sainthood. Sainthood was a fatal temptation to him.
"Of course. Just how precious is the sacred grounds of our World of Forsaken Saints? Reaching Saint Ruler is an extremely simple matter," Stark swore.
"Alright, I agree. Senior, as long as I can reach Saint Ruler, I'll do anything you want me to …" The city lord agreed excitedly. In front of the hope of becoming a Saint Ruler, he had already tossed aside all thoughts of his race.
Very few people knew that there was an ancient clan that had existed for several tens of thousands of years in a primitive mountain range. Today, a special guest had arrived in the ancient clan. This guest was nothing special, but he was able to infiltrate the ancient clan silently, ignoring all the defenses as if they were mere decorations.
At this moment, the guest stood before the ancestor of the ancient clan. He said emotionlessly, "You have a hidden illness that prevents you from becoming a Holy Emperor. I just happen to be able to cure your illness and let you become a Holy Emperor within a hundred years. At the same time, I'll give your clan ten spots to become Holy Emperors. You can choose ten people to give to me, and I'll let them all become Kings within a hundred years. All I want is for you to move out of this mountain range. From today onwards, this mountain range belongs to me."
A gleam of light flashed through the eyes of the ancestor. He said with a deep voice, "If I've guessed correctly, you should be a Holy Emperor from the World of Forsaken Saints to be able to infiltrate this place without me being able to see through your strength. Your conditions are indeed extremely tempting. If you were a human, I might have agreed already, but unfortunately, you're not. It's impossible for me to move this place."
"Don't you have any enemies? To be honest, we're looking for a lot of people this time. At the same time, there are a lot of people who can receive our help. They'll either obtain the cultivation method or battle skill they want, or their strength will skyrocket with our assistance. I can't guarantee that your enemies won't become even more powerful as a result, "the Holy Emperor from the World of Forsaken Saints nonchalantly replied.
The ancestor's face changed. A sliver of gloominess appeared in his eyes.
"I'll give you three days to consider. I'll be back in three days."
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Similar occurrences did not just occur on the Tian Yuan Continent. They were common in the sea realm and among magical beasts as well. Not only did the people from the World of Forsaken Saints target mortal cities, they also targeted a few hermit clans and even ancient clans. They used various methods and methods to entice them to move their land.
The appearance of a Saint Tier Battle Skill was enough for ancient clans to fight to the death. However, the World of Forsaken Saints possessed a deep heritage. Saint Tier Battle Skills that were extremely valuable on the Tian Yuan Continent were nothing to the World of Forsaken Saints. As a result, many hermit clans chose to sell their land on the very first day for the sake of a Saint Tier Battle Skill, a Saint Tier cultivation method, the right to become a Holy Emperor, or even a Holy Emperor. At the same time, they wanted to make their clans even more glorious and powerful.
At the same time, the people from the World of Forsaken Saints purchased large amounts of land from ordinary people using money and other currencies. They even promised some benefits to the kings of a few kingdoms, winning their favor. As a result, the entire territory of a kingdom basically became their backyard.
Of course, the World of Forsaken Saints did not run amok in the land. They only wanted territory and a good environment for their weaker clansmen to live in. This was because the environment in the World of Forsaken Saints was just too horrible. It was not suitable for Mortal realm cultivators to live in. Countless clansmen would die to natural disasters every year, while the environment on the Tian Yuan Continent was like heaven compared to the World of Forsaken Saints.
Jianchen and Shangguan Mu 'er sat on a rock on Three Saint Island. They observed everything that happened in this world, whether it be the Tian Yuan Continent, the sea realm, the magical beasts, or the Hundred Races.
"It's only been a day, yet the World of Forsaken Saints has obtained so much land. If this continues, they'll probably take over half of the Tian Yuan Continent. Jianchen, do you already have a plan for this?" Shangguan Mu 'er looked at Jianchen.
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