Divine Replication System

Any other Half-level Emperor likely wouldn't receive such treatment.    

Those Half-level Emperors, with their own forces, wouldn't consider joining the Million Treasure Pavilion.    

Only Lin Xuan was a potential candidate.    

The light in Lin Xuan's eyes flickered as he quickly grasped the situation.    

Yet, Lin Xuan had no plans to decline the offer.    

He wasn't one for needless sentimentality.    

To maximize his cultivation and strength, he was willing to employ any means necessary.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the ability to dominate the Dongyuan Continent with his power.    

He decided to use the pretext of a congratulatory gift to command the five halls to collect half of the savings from various Emperor Level forces across the continent.    

Having been offered such a bounty, why wouldn't he accept it?    

As for whether he would consider joining the Million Treasure Pavilion's Hall of Worship in the future, that remained to be seen.    

At the very least, lending the Pavilion a hand once should more than repay the favor.    

Even on the Central Essence Continent, the status of Half-level Emperor experts was unparalleled.    

No force could entice a Half-level Emperor to act on their behalf with mere wealth.    

It wasn't just a matter of price; it was also a question of the Half-level Emperor's pride.    

For the Million Treasure Pavilion, securing Lin Xuan's services was indeed a lucrative deal.    

"Twenty thousand Top Grade spirit stones will suffice," Lin Xuan said with a slight nod and a serene smile.    

Despite his seemingly nonchalant demeanor while sipping spirit tea, he was acutely aware of everything around him.    

Anyone who dared to pull a fast one under his watch, or engage in deceitful tactics, wouldn't get off easily.    

Crushing a mere peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator was as simple as turning over his hand.    

And after the event, the Million Treasure Pavilion wouldn't dare confront him.    

Ultimately, it was the Pavilion that had erred.    

Fortunately, Wan Xinglong was well aware of his own limitations.    

Or perhaps, being from the Million Treasure Pavilion, he had a broader perspective than native Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Dongyuan Continent.    

He understood the true worth of a Half-level Emperor.    

There was no need for Lin Xuan to flex his might; Wan Xinglong was already compliant.    

He wouldn't resort to any underhanded schemes.    

He recognized that the benefits weren't worth risking his life or offending a Half-level Emperor.    

After taking inventory, there were no errors or omissions.    

Lin Xuan was aware that the materials in the collection of storage rings didn't amount to 20,000 Top Grade spirit stones.    

They were short by several thousand at least.    

The figure he had reached was probably based on the market price mentioned by Wan Xinglong.    

After rounding up the total.    

Lin Xuan was quite pleased with the outcome.    

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's acceptance,    

Wan Xinglong gathered the storage rings before him and presented Lin Xuan with a pristine, silver Emperor Level storage ring.    

"Senior, these 20,000 Top Grade spirit stones represent all that I possess. I kindly ask you to verify them."    

This storage ring was similar to other Emperor Level storage rings, except for an additional layer of attractive silver crystals.    

This distinguished it from the rest,    

Preventing any mix-ups or losses.    

As spatial treasures, storage rings cannot be placed within other spatial items due to the principle that spaces cannot overlap; they must be carried personally.    

Carrying several could lead to oversight.    

Hence, a distinctive mark was made.    

This silver storage ring contained nothing but Top Grade spirit stones.    

Even with as many as 20,000, there was ample space.    

Wan Xinglong's heart swelled with happiness.    

Now that Lin Xuan had accepted the favor, he felt more confident about the upcoming negotiations at the Million Treasure Pavilion headquarters on the Central Essence Continent.    

The saying goes, "One's voice softens when speaking with others, and one's grip weakens when accepting gifts from them." This was no mere saying.    

Lin Xuan received the ring and extended his divine sense into it.    

Such a significant sum required thorough verification.    

It was well known that even the Elemental Spirit Sect, one of the six major forces on the Dongyuan Continent, couldn't produce more than twenty thousand Top Grade spirit stones.    

Not to mention other factions or an Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.    

Even before Lin Xuan returned to the Dongyuan Continent and raided the six major forces, he didn't have such savings.    

It was evident that this was a considerable amount.    

He saw a vast space filled with piles of sparkling spirit stones, resembling small mountains.    

Each of them was crystal clear, with a faint spiritual liquid flowing within. A mist-like spiritual energy continuously emanated, enveloping him. These were all top-grade spirit stones.    

Lin Xuan glanced around; twenty thousand spirit stones were accounted for. A slight smile played at the corner of his mouth. With this batch of top-grade spirit stones, his future cultivation was set to be seamless.    

His talent was of the Supreme Level, surpassing the Emperor Level by a significant margin. Cultivating without any bottlenecks before reaching the Emperor Level meant he only needed to keep absorbing energy to build upon his foundation. Unlike other martial cultivators, he didn't require precious herbs or pills as aids. With top-grade spirit stones for cultivation, his power would soar rapidly, though the quantity required was substantial.    

Yet, even with the large amount needed, it was still within the Martial Monarch Stage. The tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones he had harvested in the Dongyuan Continent would suffice.    

Lin Xuan's expression became resolute. With a mere thought, he stowed the silver-white storage ring into his Walkspace. He was determined that upon his return to the Central Essence Continent, if time permitted, he would enter seclusion. With an ample supply of top-grade spirit stones, he might even break through several more realms before heading to the ancient battlefield, significantly enhancing his strength.    

Subsequently, Lin Xuan collected the remaining storage rings from the stone table. Since the Million Treasure Pavilion of the Dongyuan Continent couldn't accommodate them, he would have to find a solution in the Central Essence Continent. As the heart of the vast Tianyuan Continent, it boasted a wealth of resources and was far more prosperous. Housing numerous Half-level Emperor experts, it had an abundance of top-grade spirit stones, making it unlikely to be an issue to offload his surplus.    

Lin Xuan then inquired about the internal affairs of the Million Treasure Pavilion from Wan Xinglong. With the Dongyuan Continent under his control, further inquiries were unnecessary. In this regard, Wan Xinglong might not match the insights of Master Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and others.    

Conversely, he wasn't very familiar with the true state of affairs at the Million Treasure Pavilion.    

Wan Xinglong, although on the Dongyuan Continent, had reached the pinnacle of Emperor Level, likely having come from the headquarters on the Central Essence Continent.    

He had a good understanding of the Million Treasure Pavilion's own situation.    

These insights would serve as factors for Lin Xuan to consider when deciding whether to join the Honorary Hall of the Million Treasure Pavilion.    

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's request, Wan Xinglong's eyes sparkled with even greater delight.    

It appeared that his chances had just improved.    

The Million Treasure Pavilion had made attempts in the past but had never truly succeeded.    

Despite its immense wealth, it failed to impress those at the Half-level Emperor status.    

Riches abounded, but without a means of defense.    

The Million Treasure Pavilion was like a plump piece of meat on the chopping block, teetering on the brink of peril.    

Chapter 12 – The Crisis at the Million Treasure Pavilion