inspire-indiana Chapter 178 A Frustrated Audience
Chapter 178 A Frustrated Audience
Zhu Ganglie was happily counting on his fingers when he saw Tie Mu Jincheng's expression, and immediately objected.
"Little Tie! It's just a few thousand jars of wine, don't be short-sighted! You have to think long-term. Once this is done, the benefits will be enormous. You'll be able to move mountains of gold and silver at will. If you can't even afford this little bit of money now, how can you achieve great things in the future?"
Zhu Bajie shook his head and spoke with great enthusiasm, even deliberately touching his chin to imitate Zhuge Liang's calm demeanor. His chubby belly bulged and shrugged with the rhythm of his speech.
Upon hearing Zhu Ganglie's words, Tie Mu Jincheng was so angry that he was practically fuming and complaining bitterly.
Now that the arrow was already on the bowstring, he dared not disobey Kongming's arrangement and could only bite the bullet and do as he was told, taking out a stack of gold notes and handing them over to Kongming.
Kongming accepted the gold note with a calm expression, as if it were just an ordinary transaction.
Sure enough, a few days later, the envoy from the Xuantian Sect arrived at the East Palace again and spoke directly upon entering.
"Your Highness has indeed mastered the brewing technique, and the sect is very satisfied with it. However, this 'Flying Heaven' is too sought after. We wonder how much stock Your Highness has left? Send some more over, and our sect will guarantee your position as Crown Prince will be as secure as Mount Tai!"
"This……"
Temujin's face turned red with embarrassment, and he cursed these greedy fellows in his heart, without mentioning the payment at all.
"Of course! We'll prepare for your sect right away!" Seeing that Temu Jincheng's expression was off, Kongming took a small step forward and said with a smile to the Xuantian Sect envoy.
The envoy turned his gaze to Kongming, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He discovered that Kongming's cultivation level was also at the Golden Core stage.
"This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar!"
"I am honored by the Crown Prince's high regard. I will temporarily serve as a staff member in the Eastern Palace!" Kongming said, bowing slightly to him.
The Xuantian Sect envoy sized up Kongming, guessing that he was probably a rogue cultivator invited by Tiemu Jincheng to keep order.
He then resumed his arrogant expression and said, "Your Highness is truly wealthy and powerful now, even inviting Golden Core cultivators to the Eastern Palace. However, you should pay more attention to the matter of the 'Flying Heaven' wine, lest it interfere with our sect's good deed."
The envoy glanced sideways at Kongming, his words full of contempt.
Kongming was completely unconcerned, maintaining his humble and gentle smile as he bowed slightly and said, "Please rest assured, fellow Daoist, I will prepare another two thousand jars of 'Flying Heaven' for your sect. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, the Xuantian Sect envoy smiled knowingly. "This fellow Daoist is quite sensible. I am Jin Biao, the External Affairs Elder of the Xuantian Sect. We will likely have many opportunities to interact in the future. As long as you do your best, it wouldn't be a bad idea to introduce you to someone in the future!"
Kongming smiled and said, "It is my honor to serve your sect. I hope Elder Jin will take good care of me in the future."
Jin Biao nodded slightly in satisfaction, patted Kong Ming on the shoulder and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist. It would be best if these two thousand jars of wine could be delivered to my sect within three days. Do not delay."
After saying that, he swaggered away from the East Palace, summoning his flying spirit beast.
"Hehe... Another two thousand jars sold! Little buddy, hurry up and pay, or I, Old Pig, will go on strike!" Pigsy happily carried jars of 'Flying Heaven' onto the transport spirit beast, as if afraid the other party would change their mind.
Upon hearing Zhu Ganglie's words, Tie Mu Jincheng's face darkened instantly, and he respectfully handed over a large stack of gold notes to Kongming.
He was incredibly frustrated by this injustice; he hadn't even done anything yet, and he had already lost tens of millions of gold notes.
Before he could even catch his breath, a guard came over and reported, "Your Highness, the envoy from the Xuanhuo Sect has arrived and is waiting inside the hall!"
"Hehe, business is here again!" Pigsy flapped his big ears, his face beaming with joy.
"A bunch of vampires!" Temujin Cheng finally couldn't help but curse, his face turning ashen. He then added...
"Mr. Zhuge, what... what should we do? If this continues, Xiao Wang won't be able to hold out for long!"
Kongming glanced at Temujincheng and secretly despised him, thinking that this guy was indeed just as good as his father.
"Your Highness, please do not be hasty. I have my reasons. The three major sects are all eyeing this 'Flying Heaven' wine. Let them taste its sweetness first. The sweeter it is now, the fiercer the battle will be later!"
"Hmph! Let them be arrogant for now. Once I have the upper hand, I will make them spit it out!" Temujin gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, but his face still showed a pained expression.
Kongming nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's good that Your Highness has this awareness."
After saying this, Kongming straightened his clothes and went to the inner hall with Temujincheng.
As expected, two thousand jars of 'Flying Heaven' were sent to each of the other two sects, but this was just the beginning...
As the "Flying Sky" wine continued to flow into the three major sects, undercurrents were already surging within the Great Yuan cultivation world.
Each time Temujin Cheng reluctantly offered fine wine, it was like gently placing a weight on the scales between the three major factions. Seemingly small, it subtly changed the situation.
On this day, Jin Biao, the foreign affairs elder of the Xuantian Sect, stormed into the East Palace, followed by several disciples with equally unfriendly expressions.
With a wave of his hand, the doors to the East Palace council hall shattered into pieces.
"Tiemu Jincheng, how dare you look down on my Xuantian Sect!"
Jin Biao roared, his voice booming like a bell, making the cups and saucers in the room vibrate.
His roar was so loud that no ordinary person could withstand it.
Temujincheng's head buzzed, blood immediately seeped from his mouth and nose, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall. His face was already completely bloodless.
"Elder Jin... Elder Jin, what... what do you mean by this?!"
With his hands firmly planted on the ground, Tie Mujincheng continued, his voice trembling, "I have the utmost respect for the Xuantian Sect, how could I dare to show the slightest contempt!"
Kongming glanced at Jin Biao from the side, seemingly understanding that Temujincheng was truly frustrated and powerless in his role as crown prince.
There's always a reason why someone is pitiful!
However, Kongming still took a step forward, helped Temujin Cheng up, quickly took out a healing pill from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth.
“Fellow Daoist Jin, you attacked and injured someone without distinguishing right from wrong. Is this how your sect conducts itself? Moreover, he is the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty, a member of the royal family jointly established by the three sects. It seems that you do not intend to abide by the agreement between the three sects and do not take the other two sects seriously.”
Kongming's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at Jin Biao, his words carrying an indomitable spirit.
Temujincheng, standing to the side, stared intently at Kongming with tears in his eyes, as if he had grasped the last straw in this desperate situation.
It seems this guy hasn't been living a carefree life these past few years.
Jin Biao's face turned pale and red after being choked by Kong Ming's words. He laughed angrily, "Hahaha, you're just a first-level rogue cultivator. You've got the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, yet you dare to spout nonsense in front of me! When did it become the business of my Xuantian Sect for some Tom, Dick, or Harry to interfere?"
Having said that, Jin Biao's Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and his spiritual energy surged, revealing his cultivation level as a late-stage Golden Core cultivator...