Chapter 398: I want to enter the Saint Pool

Chapter 398: I want to enter the Saint Pool

Neal was the leader of a super tribe. After becoming King, his tribe advanced. Apart from some in the city, another portion of his tribe lived in their hunting ground.

The two added together had 12000 people.

As compared to those small tribes, there was a huge difference.

But it was a problem, too. Super tribes were like boats going against a current. Neal had to consider how to increase their strength. Only then could he be stronger than other super tribes. Only theme could he gain more benefits for his tribe in the King Alliance Meeting.

Be it outside or internal management, Neal had to take charge.

Moreover, he was a level-seven warrior. His strength was average amongst other Kings, but he was much weaker than the other three level-eight kings. Apart from those three tribes, his was second of the remaining four because of their numbers and overall strength.

But now, the tribes were catching up. Once they caught up, his ranking would fall behind, and he wouldn’t get many benefits.

To stimulate the race to survive, rankings and interests were connected. These were the rules that the old ancestor left.

But Neal didn’t have any solution previously. Apart from helping and teaching some of them how to cultivate, there was not much he could do or help.

In the recent thousand days, Neal’s tribe has had some problems. For example, the number of new soldiers was reducing. The external hunting environment had caused more deaths and injuries. Many people cultivated their skills to a bottleneck, and more were stuck there.

These problems slowed their progress and made him anxious.

To solve this problem, Neal sent people to various regions to search for solutions, like absorbing weak tribes. Help Posthumous people solve their conflicts, giving food and tents to those who faced crisis. He hoped that he could increase their numbers by doing that and get more support because of their reputation.

But these were slow, and that gave him a headache.

Neal sat back, and his aura started to turn stronger.

“Of course.” Ye Zhongming’s tone changed, and he said sincerely, “If you can find level-six and above ones, I still need them—the higher the level, the better. I can promise you each level-six crystal can trade for one grey weapon. Each level-eight crystal for one white weapon. If you want arrows, I can reduce the quantity.”

The people here were the high-ranking Neal Tribe members. They looked at each other and didn’t feel the price was high. After all, they had no use for the crystals. But they didn’t have many level eight crystals. If lucky, they could kill one level-eight demon monster in a few hundred days.”

“Kid, your price wasn’t like this in Vinrose Mountains.”

A Neil Race elder was unhappy with him raising the price. He charged two level-six crystals for one white weapon but now wanted one level-eight crystal. It was much higher.

His attitude was good, and he smiled, “This senior, let me repeat myself. It is useless; I am just trading it to complete a ritual. The price was low because I didn’t have many on hand and needed them. Now that I need a few more high-level crystals, my demand is low, so I am not anxious to get more. So naturally, it would be more expensive. This price is also worthy of your race’s identity, right?”

Although he knew Ye Zhongming was sucking up, this elder felt good. He didn’t say anything. The crystals weren’t useful for them either. If he had asked for large amounts of food, they would have bargained with him until the gram.

“My kid, I need a large amount of equipment, and these can’t satisfy me. I want you to remain in my tribe to help me. I can give you the status and resources. You will be safe, and you won’t be hungry. There will also be beautiful women. What do you think?”

He was impatient. He hated to bargain. He could do this in the alliance meetings, but that was when he faced other strong people. But he didn’t treat this Wanderer as an equal.

The future subordinate was what he saw him as.

Ye Zhongming knew that his respect and good attitude were at its edge. If he didn’t get what he wanted, anything could happen.

He said something that shocked the King.

“I can join your tribe and become your weapon crafter, but I want a chance to enter the Saint Pool!”