At this moment, all members of the Spirit Butterfly Group had received the message: their ancient enemy, the White-scaled Tribe had launched an attack, led by two Daluo from the White-scaled Tribe.
Little Flower’s face turned pale instantly upon seeing this message.
The message sent by their clan leader advised them to escape before the White-scaled Tribe fully besieged the Holy City, as a way to preserve a lineage of the White-scaled Tribe.
“Feiyu, you can ignore the debts you owe now, and you can return to the Human Clan’s territory,” Little Flower said to Han Feiyu, her gaze filled with reluctance.
After many years of companionship, she had taken a liking to this man from the Human Clan. She had even thought of merging their origins into one, giving birth to a child belonging to both of them within their Secret Realm.
“What’s wrong? Did your rival tribe come attacking?” Han Feiyu asked, puzzled.
“The White-scaled Tribe, our sworn enemies,” Little Flower said, her face pale. “We’ve been in an ongoing battle over these years. But we never anticipated that their genius tribesman would advance to the Daluo Realm and now lead an army to enact their revenge.”
Little Flower knew how hard it was for a solitary True Immortal without a tribe to rely on, to live in this territory the Human Clan set aside for alien races.
Just then, a massive psychic projection suddenly covered the entire Holy City, including the boundary area where Han Feiyu was located.
“Feiyu, you should leave,” Little Flower suggested.“What about you?”
“Facing extinction, my clan has no choice but to fight to the death,” said Little Flower, determination etched on her face.
At this time, Han Feiyu’s Artifact Spirit had already explained the predicament the Spirit Butterfly Clan was facing.
In a nutshell, the White-scaled Tribe had one more Daluo Saint than the Spirit Butterfly Clan, but in other aspects, they were evenly matched.
“Don’t fret. Let me think of other ways. It’s not a problem to help your clan overcome this crisis,” Han Feiyu told Little Flower.
At this moment, over the Holy City of the Spirit Butterfly Clan, the two clans had already started fighting.
Above the Nine Heavens, two Daluoes from the White-scaled Tribe were fighting a Daluo Saint from the Spirit Butterfly Clan.
The remaining Golden Immortals from both clans were fighting above the Holy City.
At this time, a Golden Immortal from the White-scaled Tribe spotted Little Flower and Han Feiyu in the distance, snorted coldly, and charged towards them.
The sky was filled with white scale dust that could paralyze and numb the senses.
A large net, created by lethal toxins, was rapidly closing in on Little Flower and Han Feiyu.
“I can’t deal with a Daluo, but a Golden Immortal can’t bully me either.”
No sooner had Han Feiyu finished speaking than a sword array shielded the two of them. Then a Golden Immortal Period Sword Immortal Puppet charged out from the sword array.
A Sword Qi shot straight into the sky, and the Golden Immortal of the White-scaled Tribe fell headless from the sky.
“Follow me. The tide has turned, you, a True Immortal can’t reverse this situation,” Han Feiyu advised.
“My clan may be small, but it’s still the place that raised and nurtured me. What’s the use of me surviving alone if my clan is destroyed?” Little Flower turned to charge into the Holy City. РἈꞐộᛒΕṨ
Han Feiyu quickly stopped Little Flower.
“If I bring a Daluo Saint now to help your Spirit Butterfly Clan, would that solve the crisis your clan is facing?” Han Feiyu asked.
Over these years, he had felt very comfortable staying in the Spirit Butterfly Clan, enjoying the sight of the diverse and pleasing Spirit Butterfly Clan beauties who flitted before his eyes every day, with Little Flower by his side.
He had the feeling of carefree days in the sect.
“The White-scaled Tribe only has one more Daluo than our clan. If you can get someone to block one of them, our clan can fend off the White-scaled Tribe’s attack,” Little Flower pondered.
“Wait for me,” Han Feiyu replied. He brought out the Communication Magic Mirror and contacted the Tianding Commerce Guild in this land.
“This is the Tianding Commerce Guild Headquarters. How can I assist you, fellow Daoist?” A deep voice came over.
“I am one of your Tianding Commerce Guild’s ‘Gold’ clients, code-named Green Gourd. I want to hire a Daluo Saint to help the Spirit Butterfly Clan. What’s the price?” Han Feiyu got straight to the point.
“To help the Spirit Butterfly Clan resist the White-scaled Tribe, with no intervention from external forces, it will cost 400 billion Fairy Jades, with a guarantee that the White-scaled Tribe will not attack the Spirit Butterfly Clan for the next 10 years. To help the Spirit Butterfly Clan kill the two Daluo Saints from the White-scaled Tribe, it will cost 40 Crystals of Xuanhuang Qi,” the person from the Tianding Commerce Guild Headquarters gave two precise package prices.
“I’ll begin with the first offer,” Han Feiyu quickly replied.
The person in charge of the Tianding Commerce Guild on the other side of the Communication Magic Mirror remained cordial after hearing Han Feiyu’s code name.
“Please wait a moment. The Daluo Saint will arrive at the scene in half a moment.”
Han Feiyu nodded and ended the call.
At this moment, Little Flower was looking at Han Feiyu with a strange expression.
“400 billion Fairy Jades can actually get a Daluo Saint to make a move?”
Hearing this, the lofty image of the Daluo Saint in Little Flower’s mind shattered.
“As long as you have enough Fairy Jade or Xuanhuang Qi, even a Quasi-Saint can be summoned,” Han Feiyu said, teasingly tapping Little Flower’s head.
Before long, Han Feiyu sensed a strong aura above the Holy City sky, and then it disappeared and rushed towards the Nine Heavens.
Not much later, the Golden Immortals of the White-scaled Tribe and the armadas battling above the Holy City all retreated.
“In ten years, it will be the time of your Spirit Butterfly Clan’s destruction,” said the Daluo Saint of the White-scaled Tribe coldly, before leaving.
All the members of the Spirit Butterfly Clan looked up at the sky, their faces showing a bleakness that was hard to describe.
A man in a green robe appeared in front of Han Feiyu.
“Green Gourd, as a Gold client, you can get a 5% discount. This time it’s a total of 380 billion Fairy Jades,” said the man in the green robe.
“Senior, here are 400 billion Fairy Jades. Please keep the rest as your hard work fee,” said Han Feiyu.
The green-robed man laughed upon hearing Han Feiyu’s words. 20 billion Fairy Jades was quite tempting to him.
“Which prince of a fallen Immortal Dynasty are you? This is no place for degradation,” the man murmured under his breath to Han Feiyu.
“Senior misunderstood. I just entered this place by mistake and am just resting for a while,” replied Han Feiyu.
“Very well, you were so generous to add ten years to the Spirit Butterfly Clan’s time, I’ll personally add ten more years.”
“Young ones with money, I’ll see you again~” With those words, the man disappeared.
“So, by this calculation, don’t we owe you 3000 billion Fairy Jades?” Little Flower said with a startled look, wondering how much work she needed to do to repay the debt.
“3000 billion Fairy Jades, how about you stay by my side for 300,000 years,” Han Feiyu glanced at Little Flower, a smug smile at the corners of his mouth. The price was higher than when he first entered the Spirit Butterfly Clan.
At that moment, most of the Saints from the Spirit Butterfly Clan appeared in front of Han Feiyu.
“Thank you for your help. I will find a way to repay the Fairy Jades you spent,” said the Daluo Saint of the Spirit Butterfly Clan.
She had felt from the start that the person from the Human Clan who stayed in their clan to repay a debt was not simple. Not only did he have a deep background, but he was also extraordinarily wealthy.
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