Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

This was a display of coquetry that the Eldest Princess couldn't show; she simply felt miserable and burst into heavy sobbing.

Such a heartless villain!

"Alright, sigh, I'm still too soft-hearted. How about this; you all leave, and I'll send you another batch of Spirit Rice, two million stones, how about that? As usual, you take your people away, and I send someone to take over. If there's no problem, I will give you the additional batch afterward."

"Ah."

Xiao Mei was stunned.

Two million stones of Spirit Rice, that was enough for a group of people to hole up somewhere for decades without needing to go outside.

She remembered the previous conditions discussed between Meng Yu and the Eldest Princess. Meng Yu had said that he had set a deadline, and when leaving, there was no possibility of increasing the amount of items carried, but personally, he could give her a gift of some Array Plates, Spirit Rice, etc. "But you must not tell anyone nor spread the word; this is a private gratuity."

Then, another female Golden Core heard about this and also actively approached Meng Yu, expressing her willingness to help persuade the Dusk Revered One to retreat. She was also willing to retreat, but she worried about one thing: what about after they left.

Leaving home made everything difficult; later, the expenditure on resources would be like running water. What about her disciples and subordinates, all of whom had followed her for so many years and were closely connected? She genuinely needed resources; such things couldn't just be bought anytime on the road...

Then, though he felt sympathetic, Meng Yu indicated that he couldn't provide help. After all, everyone actually wanted to kill you and eat your flesh, and I have no personal ties with you. Being so merciful already is more than enough, etc. Then, determinedly, she seductively enticed Meng Yu, followed by Meng Yu loudly protesting, which ultimately led her to do whatever she did, and after it was all over... she cried, asking if he could possibly help her considering what she had done.

Thus, Meng Yu agreed, although it was all initiated by her seduction and because she was too beautiful, but setting aside the facts and as a man, he felt he still had some responsibility.

However, he couldn't break his bottom line; when you leave, I assure you I won't cheat anyone.

The female Golden Core was so angry that tears streamed down her face; she had been freely taken advantage of, and all she got was an empty promise, yet had to sweetly say, "Ah Yu, you are really kind."

After all, Meng Yu had given a lot.

After all, that empty promise indeed had a chance of being fulfilled, just requiring certain methods.

Of course, what they didn't know was Meng Yu's real ace up his sleeve—a three-hundred-fold price difference!

After intimate interactions with the Golden Cores of the Eternal Night Palace, Meng Yu finally understood—the Eternal Night Palace was indeed a tough nut to crack, prepared to mutually perish together, resolved to die rather than submit.

Whether to attack the Eternal Night Palace spurred a lot of discussions, but Meng Yu questioned the Golden Cores of the Immortal Sect, "Is it worth dying over a few coins?"

This question plunged everyone into silence.

The colonizers of old could exchange a few glass beads for a vast tract of land in America, and now, the price difference between the two worlds in Meng Yu's trade exceeded three hundred times, reaching even five hundred times in some cases.

The Spirit Rice and Array Plates of the Immortal Sect and Blood God Sect, once transported here and exchanged for Spirit Stones, could be covered by less than one third of one percent of the price.

Such a price difference could even be utilized in war.

War was about to break out; the enemies wanted to resist desperately because you were seizing their properties.

Yet, you are surprised to find that the total personal assets of the enemy (what Meng Yu allowed to be carried away) are roughly equivalent to a few days or a month's salary for your squad.

Once the battle started, out of your squad of a hundred, about ten might die, the compensation would cost a fortune, and there were all sorts of subsequent troubles. As mercenaries, your weapons and ammunition also cost money.

At that point, isn't there another possibility?

Call out to the other side, respecting their personal property and even willing to pay them off: just leave peacefully, trust us, war isn't worth it; we add money, you leave, alright?

Meng Yu couldn't easily raise the negotiation price because it was already very generous. Raising it further would not only seem odd to his servant troops, but the Eternal Night Palace might not believe it either, thinking Meng Yu never intended to fulfill the agreement but just wanted to deceive.

Yet, Meng Yu really didn't want to fight.

Those major sects, who could guarantee that they would always have a Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation? The ancestors must have left some powerful weapons to prevent misbehavior by their descendants, right?

Maybe they didn't have them, but why take the risk?

So, it had to be Meng Yu sacrificing himself.

He couldn't raise the price in the contract, but Meng Yu could only resort to bribing them with wealth and beauty.

"Don't cry, trust me, I really won't deceive you. Just retreat, and I'll covertly make up the payment to you all. You have to believe me; Myriad Gold Pavilion might have been driven away by me, but there are other merchants. How about I draft a check, or you can come and collect it personally later? I absolutely won't go back on my word..."

Meng Yu embraced the delicate beauty, his tenderness boundless.

They wanted to extract more information from him, but Meng Yu was sacrificing himself to corrupt them.

The enemy came to invade us. We would rather die in battle than surrender, even if they guaranteed a five-day workweek, only six hours per workday, doubled salaries, and universal healthcare and social security free of charge for all, and definitely implemented—we still won't surrender!

Meng Yu had never met the Dusk Reverer, but he had already made seven promises—three men and four women, each promised sufficient resources.

As the Flying Boat approached the Eternal Night Palace with each passing day, they too must be getting anxious, right?