446: Chapter 160: At this point, let’s have hotpot first_3 446: Chapter 160: At this point, let’s have hotpot first_3 The Second Senior Brother, wearing a light blue mask, with jet-black hair and a slender frame, was now turning his head and giving Mo Yunshen a sidelong glance, scrutinizing the expression on Mo Yunshen’s face.
“Look,” said the eldest senior brother, “the junior brother has been scared.”
“It’s the Eastern Alliance!
The headquarters of the Eastern Alliance!”
Mo Yunshen’s voice had a hint of shock:
“You set fire to the Eastern Alliance!
The Alliance Hierarch of the Eastern Alliance is a Taiyi Golden Immortal!
“Junior brother, stay calm.”
These two brothers said indifferently:
“Who said it was us who started the fire?”
“I merely gave the venerable one a jar of Primeval Fire; it was he who arranged this matter.”
Mo Yunshen paced back and forth, several times opening his mouth to speak and then stopping, still couldn’t help but sigh:
The Primeval Fire used last time at Wei Yuan Sect was for artifact refining.
Isn’t this just provoking the Eastern Alliance?”
The eldest senior brother said, “Junior brother, you’re overthinking it.
You know very well the tactics of the venerable ones.”
“And, junior brother, they have already begun to move against us,” the second senior brother said indifferently, “confirmed news has come back that the Eastern Alliance will be giving Castcloud Hall orders for several hundred thousand talismanic treasures, while they are only giving us two to three thousand Immortal Treasures.”
The eldest senior brother also said, “Immortal Treasures are certainly expensive, but the materials for Immortal Treasures are generally supplied by the Eastern Alliance; we only earn the artifact refining fee.”
“My Forge-Heaven Gate is universally recognized as the number one sect in artifact refining.”
“This matter is nothing but a response to them; we mustn’t really think that Forge-Heaven Gate has lost its spine.”
“Holding so much leverage in our hands, even without the protection of the venerable ones, they wouldn’t dare to mess with us.
Besides, this matter is the work of the venerable ones.”
“When the venerable one came to us for the Primeval Fire, I kept a record.
If this ever comes to light and traces back to us, and the venerable one treats us as disposable pawns, then the recording will show up at the Eastern Alliance.”
“What are you afraid of, Yunshen?”
The eldest senior brother and the second senior brother both looked at Mo Yunshen.
Mo Yunshen’s face was somewhat pallid as he bowed his head in thought, feeling that something was not quite right, but the words wouldn’t come out when he tried to speak.
That’s right, it was the venerable one who set the fire at the Eastern Alliance.
The two senior brothers were meticulous in their thinking, having dealt with the Eastern Alliance and the venerable ones for many years; they couldn’t possibly lack countermeasures.
“Come over and have a drink.”
“How are you preparing on your side?
When will you move against Castcloud Hall?”
“Ah,” Mo Yunshen sighed, “let’s not burn anything again.”
“Rest assured, the master also instructed, we will not lay hands directly on the people of Wanyun Sect.
Artificer world matters are settled by artificers.”
The eldest senior brother patted Mo Yunshen’s arm and said warmly, “Just focus on fighting them from here, losing a few thousand Spirit Stones won’t matter, no one within the sect will blame you.”
“Thanks to the eldest senior brother.”
“Why all the politeness among us three?
Let’s drink, it’s a real pity not to witness the big fire at the Eastern Alliance.”
Who would have thought Liuying Pearls could be used this way before?”
Eastern Alliance headquarters, barracks of Tianxu.
Li Ping’an’s tent, which he had just received, was full of warm vapor.
Around the low table, which accommodated six or seven people, they hotpotted and drank Immortal Brew, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Wen Ling’er’s little White Tiger ran back and forth on top of her head, busily fetching tea and water, supplying ingredients.
Chen Ting’er hadn’t expected that, without the chance to do anything else first, she would gorge on food and drink.
Zisang Daoist wiped the grease from his mouth, leaned his body back supported by his arms, and could not stop praising:
“Brother Li, this four-section hotpot is truly delightful.
Could it perhaps be promoted in the army later on?”
“Feel free to promote it,” Li Ping’an laughed, “after all, it’s no big deal.
But you can’t get this meal for nothing; later, you’ll take Qingcheng and the other two to register.
“Easy, easy, they are all old acquaintances!”
Zisang Daoist readily promised and then furrowed his brows in thought, asking in a low voice, “Brother Li, about this arson case, where do we start investigating?”
Li Ping’an held chopsticks in his left hand and a bowl in his right, eyeing the bubbling four-color soup in the four-section magical hotpot, and slightly curled his lips.
“Not investigating?” Zisang Daoist was taken aback, “You’re not going to handle this?”
“The Eastern Alliance on fire, what does it have to do with me?
Brother Ye, shall we make a bet?”
“If I win, you get me some more Fountain of Youth water, how about that?”
Ye Zisang laughed, “Brother Li hasn’t said what he’s betting on yet.”
Li Ping’an picked up a slice of crystal-clear spirit beast meat, blanched it in the hotpot for two breaths, placed it in his mouth, and chewed it thoughtfully, his mouth bursting with flavors.
His thoughts briefly touched upon a couple of phrases his father had mentioned in passing, his eyes brimming with tranquility.
“Within three months, upheaval within the Eastern Alliance, the arsonist punished, immense losses for Forge-Heaven Gate.”
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