Chapter 85 Last Laughs

Right outside Ragingwave Clan's compound.

The PoisonFire Clan was standing, waiting for the guards to open the gate.

The guards were scared after seeing them, so they informed the elders, and immediately they received a response to escort them to the patriarchal hall with courtesy.

Coming into the patriarchal hall, they were met with Galibar and the elders.

Galibar greeted them while maintaining his superiority. `Welcome to the Ragingwave Clan. May I know your name, sir?"

The man in front looked at Galibar and said. "I am Mike's uncle, Mac PoisonFire, one of the elders at the PoisonFire Clan."

"And this is my younger brother, Mil PoisonFire. He is also an elder like me." Mac then pointed at the man beside him who had more than sixty percent familiarity with Mac.

Then he introduced others who were just men under him.

Galibar looked at all of them and contemplated silently. 'Six Golden Core Realm and forty Foundation Establishment Realms. As expected of Grain Town, which hosts a bit more powerful clans than us.'

Just as Galibar said, not every town's overall strength was the same. Highload Town and Grain Town were both under the White Jade Sect, but these two had different kinds of strength.

Grain Town could produce Golden Core Realm cultivators much easier than Highload Town could.

The first reason was because of bloodline levels. They had a little bit better bloodline than Galibar's town. Lastly, for this reason, it attracted competition, and the clans that could contend with those bloodlines would flock to the same town.

To get past the limit of your bloodline, you have to do something beyond the norm, or you could get treasure that would upgrade your bloodline.

These better towns hold those treasures, and the sect had the best of the best treasures under them.

Mac glared at Galibar and said."I don't want to discuss anything. I just want you to let us have my nephew's corpse and tell me why he was killed?"

'A Eight Stage Golden Core Realm talking like that to me? Where does his courage come? His clan or is there…someone with him?' Galibar was heavily confused, but he didn't show it to his face.

"Someone bring the dead body." After telling that to the servants, Galibar looked at Mac and said calmly."We are sorry for your nephew's death and to let you know the whole instigator for this was the Burnheart Family. They wanted to put the blame on our heads, but they were unfortunate as our guards saw the assassin."

Mil asked this time."Are you telling the truth? We won't let you go if we find you lied to us."

Galibar's eyebrows twitched a little, but he held back his anger and said. "No, how can we do that? We are constantly fighting with the Burnhearts every day for that."

Mil was about to ask further more but Mac held him back and said to Galibar."We will see the Burnhearts later, but won't you guys compensate us? The fact you let one of your participants get killed under your eyes is already enough for that."

'I knew it,' Galibar expected that kind of request. "What do you want? I can give you anything if it is under possibility."

A grin appeared on Mac's face. "I heard your future son-in-law died under the hands of the Burnheart family. So, I was thinking you could marry your daughter to this other nephew of mine."

Mac pulled a skinny boy forward who was looking at the female servants with lustful eyes.

"This is Mal, son of Mil's. Why don't you let your daughter marry with him? We can take over Burnheart and all the potential threats you have under you together."Mac smirked at Galibar as he had seen through everything.

Mingzi, who was gloating the entire time, lost his colors instantly. 'These bastards!'

A conflicted look appeared on Galibar's face. He was very tempted by that offer. He won't lose anything except just his daughter. 'Is it worth it?'

He looked at the grand hall, the futon, the feeling of looking down at everyone, and one last look at Mingzi's distorted face.

Galibar knew his answer. He spoke sternly to Mac. "Sure, we can have them married. It can solve all our misunderstandings and might deepen our two families' bonds."

On Mac and Mil's faces, an ear-to-ear grin appeared. "Of course, I hope we can have more greater cooperation."

Mingzi looked at Galibar and couldn't help but wonder in shock. 'This guy has gone mad.'

…

"What do you think we should do, Brustiar?" Gravitar asked while sitting beside a table and sipping a cup of tea.

Brustiar took a sip, then answered. "I am thinking of something ridiculous. I don't know if you would agree."

Gravitar raised his eyebrows and asked. "What is it?"

Brustiar went silent and then spoke a few seconds later. "Let's kill the PoisonFire Clan first."

Gravitar became stumped upon hearing that opinion. He didn't expect Brustiar to go all out from the start.

"You should be thinking I am stupid but…" Brustiar's eyes started to flare up with madness. "I am tired of this cowering away from everyone. I want to show them I am the patriarch of the Burnheart family, not just some kind of a pushover."

Gravitar looked at his friend with new light. He had seen him be brave all around his life, but after getting into this position, he has gotten very careful. Now, it seemed like the old him was forced out.

Gravitar calmly sipped the tea and spoke softly. "Let's do it. I'm also tired of these bullshits."

"Hehe," A chuckle came out of Brustiar's mouth. He pushed his cup forward. "Cheers."

Gravitar smirked as he touched the cup with his."Cheers."

"To the chaos that we will start."

"Haha, let everyone remember our past glories."

"Haha, for the past glories."

Constant laughter rang out in that room, which would be the last thing this town would see from today onwards.