Chapter 1208: The Six Holy Emperors (1)
"Haha, then I thank the Sageling for his kindness, allowing me to keep two tenths." The Vermilion Devil Master, resembling a skeleton, bowed with feigned humility.
Yet in his heart, the Vermilion Devil Master seethed with resentment. He had schemed for countless years, laying elaborate plans, and finally seized an opportunity to destroy the Yue Kingdom in one move. With the blood and animus of countless immortals and devils, he managed to forge several dozen devil blood pearls.
But this man had arrived like a shark scenting blood, rushing over without delay.
Unfortunately, the Vermilion Devil Master dared not offend him. In terms of strength, the Sageling was a fourth-stage Overlord, while the Vermilion Devil Master was merely at the third stage. In terms of status, the difference was like heaven and earth—one was an ordinary disciple of the holy sect, while the other was a Sageling of the holy sect.
"Vermilion Devil, rest assured." The silver-robed man, seemingly sensing the Vermilion Devil Master's thoughts, smiled and said, "Your offering of the blood pearls will not be forgotten. When I eventually become a Saint and take command of the holy sect, I shall certainly support you."
"Then I offer my thanks to the Sageling in advance." The Vermilion Devil Master’s face lit up with excitement and joy.
But in his heart, he secretly sneered. A Saint? Though Sagelings held a high status, each generation of the holy sect produced nearly a hundred Sagelings. If even one became a Saint after endless years, that would be remarkable. Saints were those who truly stood at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms.
The silver-robed man smiled as he drank from his cup, inwardly thinking to himself. This little Vermilion Devil—I show him some courtesy, and he doesn't even have the decency to refuse? He still plans to keep two tenths of the blood pearls?
The two continued conversing with each other, each harboring their own thoughts.
"Divine Master, wonderful news, wonderful news!" Suddenly, an urgent voice echoed from outside the hall, and an elderly man in blood-red garments rushed in.
It was none other than Sovereign Xue Lou.
His words immediately caught the attention of the two Overlords in the hall, as well as the hundred-plus Sovereigns dining with them.