After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In
Chapter 347 - 262: Am I Returning Spirit Stones Again? (Part 2)

Chapter 347: Chapter 262: Am I Returning Spirit Stones Again? (Part 2)

What was certain was that the First Institute had changed, although it was impossible to discover exactly how.

There were eleven people left in the First Institute now.

Five had suddenly departed.

Both parties in the exchange were quite satisfied.

Watching Dongfang Changli leave with his heavy sword and followers, Gu An returned to his quarters at the Outer Peak.

Although the Blood Demon Divine Monarch’s Eight Sounds Sealing wasn’t used, it wasn’t a loss.

The array accomplishments of Dongfang Changli were also not simple.

Additionally, he had obtained a somewhat complete Eight Sound Array.

Most importantly, everything had become reasonable.

*There was no need to worry about anything being discovered.*

Back at his dwelling, Gu An decided not to continue taking the weakest prisoners.

They could be randomly assigned.

Furthermore, many of the ones left would also be leaving before long.

Seeing others leave, quite a few of them were working hard on their writings, afraid of making mistakes.

Of course, there were still some who refused to cooperate.

It was troublesome as they claimed that this place was uninhabitable unless the conditions were improved, otherwise they wouldn’t write.

"If they refuse," he thought, "*they should just be killed, better to die than be humiliated.*"

They appeared entirely unafraid of death.

Pang Wen and his companions could only wait for things to improve before contacting these sects to see how many Spirit Stones they could obtain.

There were three such troublesome people, indeed a headache, but since there weren’t many, they remained.

The prison was spacious enough.

However, before the next allocation, Gu An received news.

They said a conflict had broken out in another courtyard.

Some special talismans had self-destructed.

If not for the suppression by a certain senior, there would have been a major issue.

Moreover, some prisoners with special abilities posed hidden dangers.

This incident had erupted in the Middle Court.

It was initially his mistake, but by the next day, Gu An was being held primarily responsible.

Gu An had just arrived at the courtyard when he heard hurried footsteps outside.

The owner of the footsteps seemed somewhat flustered.

Indeed, Ruan Huan came rushing in with a panicked expression, saluting Gu An, "Leader, things aren’t good. Right now, all the courtyards are openly and secretly saying that if it weren’t for them carrying the weight for the senior, the First Institute would be the one in trouble.

They also claimed that the senior was using his high merit to oppress them, selecting prisoners without hidden dangers and distributing all problematic ones to them.

Initially, they had no major complaints, considering that people with high merit indeed deserved some care. But now something has happened, and not a word was said, not even a single consolation, leaving them disheartened."

*Gu An was slightly surprised; he hadn’t expected these people to shift the blame onto him.*

*Were they expecting him to console them?*

*And now he was the one involved.*

"Is there anything else?" Gu An asked.

"They’re in the Middle Court now, looking for the senior to demand an explanation," Ruan Huan said.

Gu An hadn’t anticipated that they would not only complain but also confront him directly.

In just over a month, a conflict had already arisen.

*And it was directed at him.*

"Let’s go have a look," Gu An said.

The other courtyards all had fellow sect members helping; it was likely due to this that they had shifted their focus onto him.

After all, there were no other senior brothers or sisters at his side.

Middle Court.

As he arrived, a significant crowd had gathered there.

At that moment, a man with striking features and a tall build stood in the center. Upon seeing Gu An, he remarked, "Junior brother, have you come to apologize?

No need, really. For someone as busy as you, your apology is something we’re not fit to accept.

If we took it to the Merit Hall, we’d be neither here nor there."

Gu An looked at the other man, whom he didn’t recognize, but given the questioning, he faced him directly:

"Does senior brother think my group is too weak?"

"Isn’t that the case? Others have reached Primordial Spirit Perfection or even higher levels, whereas you, junior brother? At most, you’ve reached the Early Stage. Weren’t there many Golden Core individuals taken?

He looked at Gu An seriously, "It seems you’ve been receiving some care, haven’t you?

Junior brother has the capability to get the attention of the Law Enforcement Hall’s people, we can’t argue with that.

But in the end, with the immense pressure we’ve endured, isn’t it related to you, junior brother?

If it weren’t for you, why would we live on the edge of a knife?

One wrong step, and we’d die due to the prisoners’ strengths.

You, junior brother, have none of these worries.

Isn’t the fault on you, junior brother?

Shouldn’t you express some condolences?

Or are you afraid we might devour you, junior brother?"

Gu An looked at the other man and, for a moment, couldn’t understand what he meant, but he had no intention of entangling further, simply saying:

"Since senior brother thinks the weakness of my people is my issue, then why don’t you hand me the troublesome prisoners?

I’ll get you Golden Core individuals from my side.

That way, I would be helping senior brother undertake the risk, and senior brother wouldn’t possibly be ungrateful, right?

If you’re ungrateful, senior brother, you wouldn’t keep saying it’s because of me that you’re living on the edge, would you?"

Gu An’s words somewhat stunned the other party, seemingly unprepared for such an outcome.

*He wasn’t here to exchange people; no Golden Core individual could compare to a stronger individual.*

*He had been entrusted to suppress the other.*

*Making it impossible for assistance to be provided.*

*To alleviate the pressure.*

But things had already changed, and he couldn’t act as if nothing had happened.

Especially since people on his side, who initially supported him, were now beginning to agree with Gu An’s proposal.

"Are you serious, junior brother?" Suddenly, another man stepped forward, exuding a refined and extraordinary demeanor.

"Naturally." Gu An nodded.

"I do have some pressure over here, so it’s entirely up to you, junior brother." The man courteously bowed.

"At this point, the man who spoke first had a realization and said, "Then many thanks, junior brother, I have some people here I want to exchange as well.

The pressure is indeed too great, I must inconveniently bother you, junior brother."

Gu An knew these people harbored ulterior motives.

But as long as they were sent to the First Institute, none of it mattered.

After all, the Eight Sounds Sealing awaited them.

What couldn’t be sealed before could now be sealed.

If they didn’t pass through the pre-arranged gate, it would take them significant time to recover if they left.

Upon inquiring, Gu An discovered that the tall and handsome senior brother was Cheng Yu, the Spirit Controlling Peak Master of the Five Institutes.

The man also worked in the Main Court.

*Truly possessing a fine appearance.*

The scholar-like refined gentleman was Shangguan Xiu, the Spirit Bamboo Peak Master of the Fourth Courtyard.

*Wouldn’t know how he had attracted these people.*

On the other side.

Below the First Institute.

Pang Wen sat in front of Qiao He, beginning to cultivate.

Qiao He felt some regret, seeing the others leave; naturally, he also wanted to leave.

But due to punishment, he couldn’t leave just like that.

Nangong Qian was fortunate enough to have a sect come and ransom him.

Otherwise, he’d have had an even harder time leaving.

"What’s the use in teaching someone of such aptitude? As cultivators, even as prisoners, we must maintain our pride.

Clearly, this is someone of ordinary potential, so why teach him?

I admire you all for being truly threatened by them," a middle-aged man in a nearby cell sneered:

"Do you know why they’re not pressuring me to write cultivation techniques or teach anyone?

Because they simply resort to bullying.

Soft fears hard, hard fears bullying, bullying fears those who are desperate.

And I’m one of those who is desperate. Come on, have the guts and kill me.

Otherwise, don’t expect me to do what I dislike.

You really think we’re pushovers, don’t you?"

The two people beside him chimed in: "Exactly! We’re just here, doing nothing. If you don’t feed us, we’ll just die of starvation.

Living like this is worse than death.

We are worth their profit alive, but dead, they gain nothing.

As Demon Sect merchants, how could they bear to let us die meaninglessly?

So you should wake up; this worthless one isn’t worth teaching."

"Daoist Hu, leaving a way out for yourself isn’t a bad thing; why stand against them?

Leaving early is pretty good too," Zhao Qingshan kindly advised.

"I can afford to bear losses, but not such extreme ones. At least their leader must come to me, humbly asking me to write, or it’s not even up for negotiation," Daoist Hu said coldly.

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