NOVEL NEXT Chapter 327: The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's Colossal Lie (Two in One)
"Moon Spirit Clan, what exactly have you concealed?"
Hearing the accusation come from the Dragon Clan, the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit fell silent.
Initially, the Half-demon Ancestor hadn't thought much of it, but after hearing the words of the Dwarf Demon Ancestor and Dragon Ancestor, he turned his head to look at the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit, his eyes also filled with menace, "Well, Pang Jialai, isn't this all your doing behind the scenes?"
The corner of the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's eye twitched slightly.
Although he knew the Half-demon Ancestor was spouting nonsense, he had unwittingly hit the nail on the head.
Of course, the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit would never admit it.
His mind whirred, and the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit suddenly smiled darkly, "Regarding that left hand, I do indeed know something."
"But…" his tone shifted, his gaze sweeping across the other three ancestors, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to take advantage of my Moon Spirit Clan without offering anything in return?"
"What do you mean?" the Half-demon Ancestor raised an eyebrow, "Be more direct!"
The Dwarf Demon Ancestor and Dragon Ancestor exchanged glances, their eyes flickered.
"It's quite simple." The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit smiled, "Being the first to ascend to the Heavenly Dome Rank and knowing the most secrets of it has always been an advantage of my Moon Spirit Clan."
"Would it be right for you all to gain knowledge of such crucial secrets without giving anything in return?" The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's gaze swept over the other three ancestors, "If I were to ask you for the secrets of your clans, would you inform me so readily?"
Ignoring the blustering Half-demon Ancestor, the Dragon Ancestor and Dwarf Demon Ancestor looked at each other.
The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit proposed that sincerity was needed to exchange secrets; not only did they not get angry, they instead trusted the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit a bit more.
After all, the clans were competitors; if the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit gave away secrets for nothing, they would actually become suspicious.
"You make a good point, I was presumptuous," the Dragon Ancestor said gravely, "So, what price do you need before you share the secret of that left hand with us?"
"Let's agree in advance, I can accept a fair exchange, but if the secret corresponding to that left hand is not worth the price…" a sharp glint passed through the Dragon Ancestor's eyes, "then don't blame me for not being polite."
"Good." The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit smiled, looking towards the other two ancestors, "What say you two?"
"The Dwarf Demon Clan is willing to pay an equivalent price to learn this secret," declared the Dwarf Demon Ancestor in a calm voice.
Seeing the reactions of the other two, the ready-to-erupt Half-demon Ancestor silently closed his mouth, morosely speaking, "Count me in."
Realizing that his mind wasn't quite functioning at this moment, the Half-demon Ancestor made the most rational decision by following the other two ancestors.
"If that is so, each of your clans can give my clan artifacts and resources equivalent to 500 Mythical Stones," the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit cheerfully proposed.
"500 Mythical Stones?" The Dragon Ancestor's eyes sharpened, "Are you sure the secret is worth that much?"
The other two ancestors similarly looked at the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit with suspicion.
They had been previously robbed by the Human Race and only recovered a fraction of their vitality by plundering the Dead Ghost Clan. To take out another 500 Mythical Stones would be a significant cost.
"Actually, even if I don't say it, you must have some guesses, right?" the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit spoke lightly, "Whose left hand could cause Camille, the Third Realm ancestor, to be so cautious, encasing it in layers of crystals?"
As the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit finished speaking, the other three ancestors' gazes flickered simultaneously.
The Third Realm was already the strongest force in the Heavenly Dome Rank.
If it were a hand left behind by a fallen being of the same level of strength, they needn't be so cautious; what threat could the hand of a dead opponent of equal power pose?
Therefore, for Camille to be so cautious, the owner of that hand must have possessed a strength far surpassing the Third Realm.
In the Heavenly Dome Rank, there are beings capable of possessing such strength.
The answer seemed to be within reach.
If it were a being knowledgeable about the secrets of the last millennium, they would surely speculate in the direction of the Manager.
But apart from the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit, the other three ancestors knew nothing of the Manager's existence.
So, they all arrived at the same conclusion in an instant.
The god who single-handedly established the Heavenly Dome Rank, awaiting the final victorious contender of the racial wars!
"God… is dead?!" The voice of the Dwarf Demon Ancestor was tremulous and uncertain, "That hand...could it belong to a god?"
A barely perceptible smile crossed the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's eyes as he spoke calmly, "You must make a choice now."
"Pay the price to hear this secret, or leave this place and forsake the secret."
"I'll give!" The Dragon Ancestor threw down a Dragon Scale Ring without hesitation, "Inside there are 500 Mythical Stones."
"Here is the Dwarf Demon Clan's offering." The Dwarf Demon Ancestor's action was only slightly slower than the Dragon Ancestor, as he handed over a bag capable of holding items to the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit.
Grasping the ring and bag with a smile, the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit turned to look at the Half-demon Ancestor, whose face bore a strong conflict, "I…" The Half-demon Ancestor's expression shifted, and after a long hesitation, he waved his hand, "I don't want to hear it!"
After saying this, he turned to leave.
At this moment, the Half-demon Ancestor suddenly realized something.
Even if he learned the secret of that left hand, he might not be able to deduce as much information as the other two ancestors, to make the secret worth its value.
The Half-demon Clan had already suffered considerable loss; 500 Mythical Stones was too much; he wasn't willing to give that up.
Watching the Half-demon Ancestor hurry away, a deeply hidden trace of regret flashed in the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's eyes, but he quickly smiled at the Dragon Ancestor and Dwarf Demon Ancestor, "I swear on the name of the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit, the secrets I'm about to tell are true, and if I break my word, may the Moon Spirit Clan perish."