Chapter 2367 - 2368: Two Peaches Kill Three Warriors

Qianye Xue respectfully stepped forward to offer her blade, alongside handing over a register.

"This is the last wish of my master, Gui Hai Yi Dao. I hope Master Yang can show mercy to the Sangdao cultivators, considering we belong to the same line of cultivators."

As she spoke, she opened the register page by page and placed it in front of Yang Fei.

"This is the tribute list from various factions of Sangdao, hoping to become an external branch of Yinxue Tower, to offer annual tributes and forever be Master Yang's outer door disciples."

Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and others sat on one side, unable to keep their eyes wide open.

The Sangdao cultivators are offering to revere Yang Fei as an ancestor to avoid further extermination by him.

After the great battle in the Arctic, Yang Fei's reputation surprisingly reached such heights, entirely matching the Martial God Wang Xiaoshi of the past.

Yang Fei's long fingers gently caressed the pale golden tribute register, pondering silently.

In Yang Fei's mind, aside from Gui Hai Yi Dao, the Sangdao cultivators were merely ants, easily wiped out with a wave of his hand.

The people of Sangdao adhere to the law of nature, survival of the fittest, narrow-minded and ambitious.

For thousands of years, Huaxia has provided unknown benefits to Sangdao.

Yet, the Sangdao nation has never been grateful, instead repeatedly violating protocols and attempting multiple invasions of the Central Plains.

Therefore, Yang Fei's next plan is to make a trip to Sangdao, completely annihilate most of the Sangdao cultivators, and sever the roots of their cultivation.

However, at this moment, Gui Hai Yi Dao acted before Yang Fei, leaving a will that caused the Sangdao cultivators to voluntarily submit.

It must be said, Gui Hai Yi Dao is indeed a hero, knowing when to advance and retreat and being perceptive of current affairs.

Qianye Xue looked at Yang Fei, whose expression remained indifferent, without any sign of joy, anger, or sorrow, which made her anxious.

Gui Hai Yi Dao had already clearly analyzed the current situation to Qianye Xue before his death.

With Yang Fei's divine skills, the life and death of Sangdao cultivators depend entirely on his whim.

If Yang Fei harbors murderous intent, there would be no one left in Sangdao to oppose him.

Even if the army acted, it would be powerless against this Great Spiritual Master.

Yang Fei, still pondering, kept his face calm, causing Qianye Xue's heart to tighten, and she immediately knelt down gracefully.

"Master Yang, my master entrusted the safety of Sangdao's cultivators to me before he died."

"I am willing to become your slave and maid, serving Master Yang, as long as you don't make things difficult for the Sangdao cultivation lineage."

Being the leader of the Four Great Swordsmen of Sangdao and the sole disciple of Gui Hai Yi Dao, Qianye Xue had a venerable identity, and now she is the head of the Sangdao cultivators.

Such a proud daughter of heaven, yet in front of Yang Fei, she seemed like a humble maid, bashful and pitiful.

An Zichen glared at Yang Fei with resentment.

Qianye Xue's beauty is in no way inferior to people like An Zichen or Feng Cai'er.

This Heaven's Proud Daughter, a national beauty, is willing to be Yang Fei's slave.

This lad appears calm and collected on the surface, but who knows how delighted he is inwardly.

Feeling An Zichen's murderous gaze, Yang Fei smiled faintly and waved to let Qianye Xue stand up and speak.

"Alright, for the sake of the deceased Gui Hai Yi Dao, I can accept your surrender, but the tribute must be doubled."

"Each year, during assessments, if any faction excels in providing heavenly and earthly treasures, they can come to Yinxue Tower for advanced training. There will be one spot each year."

When Qianye Xue heard, she was immediately delighted.

Right now, it's a crucial moment for the survival of the Sangdao cultivators. As long as Yang Fei spares the Sangdao cultivators, increasing the tribute is not an issue.

Moreover, Yang Fei also promised that the outstanding cultivation sects could come to Yinxue Tower to learn cultivation techniques.

For the Tianjiao disciples of Sangdao, this is indeed a blessing bestowed from heaven.

After Yang Fei finished speaking, he casually drew a Spirit Talisman in the air.

The Spirit Talisman condensed into a golden token, landing in Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei pushed the token into Qianye Xue's hand and said indifferently.

"Sang Country cultivators coming to Yinxue Tower for training need to hold this Ascension Order. You decide the candidates yourselves."

"Thank you, Master Yang, for your mercy!"

Qianye Xue was overjoyed, knelt down, and kowtowed to Yang Fei three times.

When she looked up again, her eyes sparkled like water, with an added charming air.

"Master Yang, I am willing to be your maid and take care of you. I hope Master Yang will take me in."

When Qianye Xue said this, Yang Fei felt a prickly sensation at his back.

An Zichen's gaze was about to pierce a bloody hole into his back.

Yang Fei chuckled bitterly and said indifferently.

"There's no need for that. My Yinxue Tower cannot accommodate outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Qianye Xue felt a deep sense of disappointment.

Inside Yinxue Tower, the Jianmu Divine Tree drew spiritual energy from the void and was locked by formations.

Therefore, the spiritual energy inside Yinxue Tower is ten times denser than the outside.

If Qianye Xue could serve Yang Fei here, it would greatly benefit her cultivation.

Helplessly, Qianye Xue bid farewell to Yang Fei, but secretly planned other thoughts without mentioning.

An Zichen watched Yang Fei's eyes continuously spinning, constantly staring at Qianye Xue's figure, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Can't let her go? You can call her back if you can't bear it. We haven't said anything."

Though An Zichen usually remained indifferent and unconcerned, her words carried a clear hint of reproach.

Xue Mingtai, the Sword Emperor, Wen Taikang, and others exchanged smiles, each face showing expressions full of profound meaning.

An Zichen also realized her words had been somewhat explicit, a blush emerging on her white jade-like cheeks, as she lowered her head.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, sighed.

"This woman is truly a calamity. I want her to bring disaster to the Sangdao cultivators. Why would I keep her by my side?"

An Zichen, being sharp and intelligent, understood immediately when Yang Fei reminded her, her eyes brightened.

"I understand now, you gave that Ascension Order to Qianye Xue deliberately, causing the Sangdao cultivators to compete for it and kill each other, right?"

Yang Fei nodded with a satisfied expression that seemed a little mischievous.

"In ancient times, Yan Zi killed three warriors with two peaches. I just learned from the wisdom of the ancients."

"The people of Sangdao are all selfish and ruthless to achieve their goals."

"This Ascension Order means they can come to Yinxue Tower for training, acquire more exquisite techniques, gain more powerful strength. What do you think they would do?"

Xue Mingtai first applauded.

"This idea is truly exquisite, appearing as a benevolent act towards the Sangdao cultivators, but in reality, it plunges them into infighting, consuming their internal vitality, never to pose threats to the Huaxia cultivators."

Wen Taikang and the Sword Emperor nodded in agreement, this move by Yang Fei is exceptionally malicious.

Discerning Sangdao cultivators, even if aware of Yang Fei's intentions, could not reverse the entire situation.

Unless a Great Spiritual Master emerges to suppress all Sangdao cultivators, it's impossible to change the self-slaughter scenario.

But, as things currently stand, it's impossible for another Great Spiritual Master like Gui Hai Yi Dao to appear within a century.

A century later, the power of Huaxia cultivators would have far exceeded Sangdao's, rendering Sangdao eternally incapable of contending with Huaxia.