The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 799: Burning Money

The moment the Blood Soul appeared, the Despicable Donkey's mouth began watering uncontrollably. Rubbing his hooves together excitedly, his eyes gleamed with greed as he muttered, "What a treasure! Truly priceless!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, holding up the Blood Soul. "So what's the story behind this pearl?"

He recalled how the Blood Soul, when embedded in the demonic statue, had unleashed blood-red beams capable of leveling entire mountains—a terrifying display of power.

"You ignorant brat!"

Despicable Donkey lifted his head haughtily. "A thousand years ago, a monstrous genius emerged among the demonic sects, declaring himself the Evil Emperor. His rise nearly overturned the entire world of sects!"

"The Evil Emperor?" Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. "A great emperor-level expert? How did he compare to you? Or to Senior Tianbai Emperor?"

"Well..." Despicable Donkey's expression shifted awkwardly. "Compared to this divine beast, he was only... slightly stronger. Just a tiny bit!"

"Right." Ling Feng smirked. The donkey's evasive tone told him everything.

In truth, the Evil Emperor's demonic arts had been peerless in his era, overshadowing even other Emperor-level experts.

Tianbai Emperor and eleven other great emperors—along with Despicable Donkey—had besieged him for seven days and nights before finally wounding him. The battle left the allied forces devastated but saved the world of sects from demonic rule.

Though mortally wounded, the Evil Emperor escaped. With his dying breath, he condensed his life's cultivation into two Blood Souls.

Legend claimed whoever possessed them could inherit his power—even become the next Evil Emperor.

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"Tch! If Tianbai Emperor hadn't been so arrogant and brought this divine beast along earlier, they wouldn't have needed seven days to finish the job!" Despicable Donkey blustered shamelessly.

Ling Feng nearly laughed aloud. If the donkey were truly that powerful, he wouldn't be drooling over the Evil Emperor's remnant energy now.

"You're saying this thing contains pure demonic energy," Ling Feng frowned. "Wouldn't absorbing it corrupt me?"

"Only weak-willed fools or actual demons get corrupted." The donkey grinned. "I'm a divine beast—no issues there. And your Sacred Mystical-Heaven Art counters demonic energy perfectly. As long as you don't overdo it, you'll be fine."

His expression then darkened. "Damn that Lin Canglang! Why won't he stay dead? Now he's stolen the other Blood Soul! When this divine beast catches him, this divine beast will skin him alive and throw him to a herd of sows for a hundred days!"

"..." Ling Feng's brow twitched as he let out a wry smile. No punishment would ever be too much for someone like Lin Canglang.

That said, there was no need to let Lin Xian'er know Lin Canglang was still alive.

"With only one Blood Soul left," the donkey proposed, ears twitching, "how about we take turns? One day for you, one for me?"

Despicable Donkey flicked his long ears and let out a sly chuckle.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Ling Feng scoffed. Given Despicable Donkey's cultivation, his daily absorption would equal months of Ling Feng's progress.

"Fine! Two days for you, one for me!"

Ling Feng held up a finger. "Once a month. For you."

"What? You stingy brat! Arf! Arf! Arf!" Despicable Donkey actually barked in outrage, snapping his jaws near Ling Feng's head—an empty threat they both knew well.

Truthfully, even monthly usage would benefit him enormously.

"Ugh, fine!" Despicable Donkey slumped in defeat. "Once a month it is. But this divine beast is using it first today!"

He snatched the Blood Soul from Ling Feng's hand, shooting him a baleful glare.

Ling Feng shrugged. Though Despicable Donkey had a foul mouth, at least he kept his word.

...

At dawn the next day.

Vice-General Huang brought back good news: the Tianmeng branch in Xiling City lent out a full fifty thousand catties of Moonshadow Silken Herb the moment they saw the token in his hand—without the slightest hesitation.

Keep in mind, the Xiling branch was the smallest among all the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce branches in the Tianbai Empire. But Feng Wuhen was a supreme elder from the imperial capital’s main headquarters. With his token in play, the old geezers in the northwest branch couldn’t wait to curry favor with him.

Lend it? They’d gladly give it away for free if it meant earning his goodwill!

Fifty thousand catties.

The sheer value staggered comprehension.

A single Moonshadow Silken Herb sold for over a hundred elemental crystals. Twenty herbs made one catty—meaning this shipment totaled a million herbs!

The final price?

Hundreds of millions in top-grade crystal coins!

Only an entity like Tianmeng could part with such wealth without blinking. Had Ling Feng withdrawn this from the Alchemist Guild, they'd have blacklisted him for decades.

"Young Hero Ling, your token."

Vice-General Huang returned the token reverently. Though light in weight, its significance weighed heavily. He'd guarded it like his life during the journey.

The obsequiousness of Xiling City's elders had been unforgettable. Never had a mere vice-general commanded such respect!

Ling Feng gave a slight nod and casually tucked the token away, tossing it into his storage spirit ring.

He had plenty of tokens like this one—so it barely registered as anything special.

After inventorying the herbs, he nodded. "Divide these into sixteen batches for each affected city."

"Yes!"

Huang saluted sharply—his deference now surpassing even that shown to Sun Gongming.

"General Sun, have the wind and fire attribute soldiers gather. We'll transport Yanbao City's share outside the gates and burn it on-site."

"B-burn it?!"

Sun Gongming gaped, wondering if he'd misheard. They were talking about billions in top-grade crystal coins—literally setting money ablaze!