Published: February 10, 2025
Ye Zhongming's gaze sharpened as he looked at Zhu Shi without speaking.
Since the other party had already said so, he would just wait for them to speak.
"You and the people from the Royal City... don’t get along well," Zhu Shi said, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Having spent a long time with Ye Zhongming, Xia Bai, Liang Chuyin, and even Zhao Xingmei all knew what his expressions meant. Although Ye Zhongming hadn’t had the chance to share some matters regarding the secret realm with them, as soon as Zhu Shi said this, they immediately became alert, noticing the change in Ye Zhongming's mood.
"Don't misunderstand," Zhu Shi realized he had made a mistake when he saw Ye Zhongming squint his eyes. Or rather, he had used the wrong approach; he shouldn’t communicate in a way that directly exposed their background, as he didn’t have the strength to guarantee that others wouldn’t be offended.
"I know what you like and what you can create; we can make a deal."
The others couldn’t understand the secret realm language and could only watch from the side.
After Zhu Shi finished speaking, he turned to a guard beside him and said something. That person immediately went down, and a moment later, he brought over two large bags, directly walking in front of Ye Zhongming and dumping them on the ground.
Apart from Ye Zhongming, the others were somewhat dumbfounded.
The two large bags were filled with magic crystals of various colors!
Xia Bai and Liang Chuyin were a bit more composed since Ye Zhongming often dealt in large amounts before, and they had seen massive quantities of magic crystals. However, Zhao Xingmei and Guangyao were somewhat dazed. Their first impression was why these things, which were fought over on Earth, felt like discarded items here?
Moreover, the levels of these magic crystals... were so mixed! They ranged from level one to five, and there were even some level six ones, though they were rare. Wait? Was that a level seven one?
"These items are all given to Elder Ye, and I just need some good equipment," Zhu Shi pointed at the soft-glowing equipment on several people, not hiding the envy in his eyes.
"Elder, are you not afraid I might renege?"
Hearing Ye Zhongming say this, Zhu Shi laughed heartily, "Although Elder Ye is not liked by the people of the Royal City, from what I've heard, your reputation is very good."
Ye Zhongming said nothing. Since the other party had said this, what else could he say?
"I won't let the Elder suffer losses."
Seeing Ye Zhongming agree, Zhu Shi felt excited. Although the posthumous children were behind, like a bullied little wife caught between the massive magic monsters of the Night Demon Plain and the people of the Temple of Dawn, it didn’t mean they were really fighting alone or had completely closed themselves off. They still communicated with each other, especially among tribes of similar strength, and shared information with each other and the Royal City. Zhu Shi had heard about the wave raised by Ye Zhongming in acquiring useless magic crystals from the posthumous children, and the glowing weapons he later produced had become legendary, starting to circulate among some tribes.
Now the person who created these legends was sitting right in front of him, and had agreed to help create equipment. How could Zhu Shi not be happy?
With those glowing pieces of equipment, the tribe could significantly increase their hunting efficiency, ensuring the safety of their people, and by the next cold season, they could early store enough food to survive the winter. As long as no one died during the cold season, it meant the tribe was growing!
In his excitement, Zhu Shi lowered his head, clasped his hands, and suddenly said to his subordinates, "You all leave first."
The guards were taken aback, not understanding what the tribe leader meant.
"Leave!"
Zhu Shi growled, and the guards quickly complied, exiting the stone hall until only Ye Zhongming and a few others remained with Zhu Shi.
"I wonder if Elder Ye is interested in our tribe's combat technique?"