Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 982 Moonlight Tathagata in Meishan

Yang Jian didn't wait for them to retort, nor did he point to any particular Great Sage. Instead, he spoke to himself, "Since you're a hunter by birth, you should be able to harvest a million catties of meat in half a month. Take your brothers into the mountains and go hunting! Meishan is so huge, can't we harvest 30 million catties of meat?"

The six brothers looked at each other, and all felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the eldest brother's brain after returning from his travels. Are there so many wild beasts to fight in our Meishan?

If I had to say, there might be, but it would definitely involve their respective tribes. You can't have the Tiger Demon leading his men to hunt down the descendants of the Snake Demon, and then the Leopard Demon raiding the lair of the Buffalo Demon? That would be a mess. These aren't meat, they're our closest brothers and sisters!

Seeing his brothers all shaking their heads, Guo Dasheng felt that Yang Jian was playing a circuitous tactic with them, so he could only directly state his purpose: "Brother, you are good friends with the Li brother from the Nuwa Palace. Can you ask him to borrow some meat from the North Sea monster tribe? The monster tribes in the world are all one family. They are a wealthy family with great wealth. If they give us some food, it will be enough for us to eat for two years."

"Yes, yes, big brother, this matter belongs to you. We don't know anyone else, and we are not as good as you, a saint."

"Yes, big brother, the brothers are also very hungry. Can you bear the burden for a while and let the brothers have some meat?"

The other five great demon saints all said the same thing.

Yang Jian slammed the table so hard that the sound was so loud that even the dust on the beams fell down.

"How dare you! You're using the name of the Empress Nuwa Palace to threaten the North Sea Monsters into handing over their food to you? What will the North Sea Monsters eat then? If they have no food, will they leave the North Sea and eat humans? And then what? Let the Saint Mother bear the consequences for you fools who just 'eat a few bites of meat'?"

You're just playing the piano at random. Are you still talking about the spirit of the ancient world as one chessboard? Do you understand the principles of self-reliance and hard work? We must rely on the existing foundation, open up the upstream and downstream chains, and become bigger and stronger, instead of relying on my connections to rob or cheat! Have I ever told you about the principles of 'six musts and six don'ts'? Huh? "

After Yuan Hong and his group of old monsters left, the six brothers became the best of the new generation of monsters in Meishan. They had never been subjected to such a ruthless scolding. Normally, Yang Jian used a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, talking about brotherhood while showing force to suppress them. Will this cheap big brother eat some oil cakes today?

They wanted to resist, but something was wrong today. Guo Dasheng raised his eyebrows and was about to stand up to refute when he saw his eldest brother glance in his direction seemingly casually.

He felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. The unrivaled pressure fell on him like a huge mountain. The beast instinct of the demon clan was frantically warning him not to resist, never to resist. If he said no, he would die, and his entire clan would die.

In just two breaths, Guo Dasheng, the tiger spirit who had practiced for more than three thousand years, had overdrawn a lot of physical strength. His forehead was covered with sweat, his heart was squeezed by an invisible hand, and his breathing was extremely difficult.

Normally, they just thought Yang Jian was stronger than them, much stronger. This was also a prerequisite for all the monsters to recognize him as their big brother. But now Guo Dasheng's head was confused. He had never been so strong before, right? He couldn't even withstand a glance from himself. Is this the Golden Immortal Fruit that Yang Jian was obsessed with?
Although the eldest brother's eyesight had some problems today and the focus was not right, the six brothers were still shocked by the unparalleled pressure. The more the beast is, the stronger the premonition of danger is.

Even though they had vaguely sensed that something was not right with the eldest brother, no one dared to speak up. They all wanted others to test the waters while they secretly observed the situation. As a result, no one stepped forward. Everyone sat in their seats like children, lowering their heads and listening attentively to the eldest brother's words.

Yang Jian paid them no attention as he continued to assign tasks: "Besides focusing on the hunter business, you must also open a tavern at the foot of Meishan Mountain and assign a few brothers to serve as waiters, handling welcoming and seeing off guests. This will allow you to gather information and shed your wild nature! I'll write you a six-character mantra and hang it on the door."

He did what he said. He took out a piece of golden silk from somewhere, and then wrote six big golden words "No beating of customers" with a brush.

Just as he was admiring his calligraphy, footsteps were heard, and the pressure that seemed to be tangible before disappeared. The six great monsters were shaking with sweat, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

They lowered their heads, their bodies stiff, and no one dared to look around. Yang Jian didn't care, he looked out the door.

Then a young and beautiful maid slowly walked over, carrying a large basin of soup.

The maid's smile was sweet, and her voice was unexpectedly clear: "Great Saints, this is the chicken soup freshly made by the kitchen. It tastes extremely delicious. Great Saints, please drink it while it's hot."

The six saints of the demon clan were so frightened at this time that their initial panic had passed and their IQs were back online. They all knew that there was definitely something wrong with Yang Jian, but no one dared to say it!
It is true that the opponent's strength is much stronger than theirs. The gap is like heaven and earth. The strong are respected in the prehistoric world, and silence is the best way now.

They didn't speak, and Yang Jian at the top didn't speak either. The maid was holding the chicken soup and didn't know what to do for a moment.

She placed a large pot of chicken soup on the table and chuckled dryly, "My dear saints, this soup will lose its flavor if it gets cold. It's better to drink it while it's hot, okay?"

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and looked at her. It took him a long time to see who it was. "No one dares to eat it because they're afraid it's poisonous."

"Haha. Brother Yang is really good at joking." The maid was from the snake clan, and her body language was quite rich at this moment. She twisted her waist and hips, looking shy.

"Guo Dasheng? I'll give you a bowl to try."

Just as Guo Dasheng was about to sound a warning, the previous pressure came down again, and he almost knelt down. He pursed his lips and dared not move.

The maid looked to the other side.

"Zhang Dasheng, Kang Dasheng, don't you like this chicken soup the most? It's made with the red devil fire from the back mountain. Sister Zhang has put so much effort into it. I'll serve you a bowl."

Still no one said anything.

Yang Jian pointed at the chicken soup and said, "You've worked really hard, so I think you should drink this soup."

The maid lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression. After a full ten breaths, she raised her head, and all her previous flattery and fawning disappeared.

She asked, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Thousands of golden lights emanated from "Yang Jian", and the six great saints of the demon clan felt very uncomfortable and kept retreating.

They endured the burning of the golden light, squinting their eyes, and saw their eldest brother clasping his hands together, "Amitabha, well done, well done. Today, I will definitely not let you harm Yu Qilin."

(End of this chapter)