“Ten mid-level elders… How long would they be under my supervision?” Minos asked.

He would not take people from other sects to the Spatial Kingdom. But the Black Plain already had some areas better than the Flaming Empire. So even without having the chance to go to the cultivation shrine, these ten people could still benefit from the opportunities in that area.

“Until they reach level 77, sect master.” That man was straightforward.

He and his organization had lost some power due to the punishments imposed by the imperial family. So he wanted to do business with Minos to get something to counterbalance things for his organization.

Through this, he at least hoped to balance the power of his sect and perhaps even put it in a slightly better position than before in a few years.

Minos heard that and considered that the individuals to be sent would probably all be level 76 cultivators. ‘In this state, people of that level might take up to a decade to achieve a relevant breakthrough if they stayed in seclusion for the entire period.

But in the Black Plain, besides areas more affluent in energy density than this place, we have many challenges and internal competition. So even without access to the Spatial Kingdom, these people will be able to achieve breakthroughs in less than five years.’

If he signed an agreement with this man, those people could not take as long to advance as it would take them in this place. Otherwise, the agreement would be meaningless.

Minos thought about the feasibility of the idea working out and said. “I can accept that, but your men will not advance as fast as the elders of the Gray Clouds Sect.

The conditions between you are different. So the advances will not come as fast.”

“That’s natural.” That sect master said, knowing that Minos was probably using higher-level resources, treatments, or even techniques on his staff.

It was expected that Minos would not use such things on envoys from other organizations, so it was only to be expected that the results of training these ten individuals would be inferior to people from the Black Plain forces.

“Hmm, then we can talk about some details…” Minos went on with the negotiation. “These ten people have to agree to fight for the Black Plain and accept orders from my men or me for the period they are in that territory.

Added to that, they will have to follow the local rules. If one of them quits or commits a crime, they will be returned to your territory, and you don’t have the right to send others in their place.

They will also have to pay their expenses during this period.

I will just open my state’s doors and train them with my staff.

Is that okay with you?”

“Hmm, it is.” That man had expected to hear that since he had thought about what he wanted. “But tell me, how long do you think they will need to advance under your training?”

“Three to five years. It depends on the condition of those elders.”

‘Three to five?’ That man was surprised since such a speed of cultivation would be considered high in this place.

Normally these elders he would send wouldn’t even have time to cultivate daily. So even going a few decades without obtaining breakthroughs would be the most likely thing to happen.

Hell, one of the individuals he had already chosen was already at level 76 for 80 years!

Considering this, this man was happy to hear it from Minos.

They then talked more about how this agreement would work and the details necessary for a Soul Contract to function without too many loopholes.

That would not take long and soon Minos and that sect master would leave for the location of the large skeleton in this area.

Sarah and her mother would accompany them on this journey until they descended 500 flights of stairs in the headquarters of this sect, reaching the basement where the skeleton was stored.

The place there had many layers of protection, something that prevented anyone without access to the interior of this headquarters from being unable to feel the spiritual fluctuations there.

Minos realized this, remembering Henricus Longus’ memories of this area, which would greatly help him.

‘A different model…’ Sarah looked at the giant creature ‘frozen’ in what appeared to be a red gel, unlike that giant skeleton in the Spatial Kingdom.

The skeleton in that family’s cultivation shrine looked like the larger version of a beast. But this one in front of them right now looked more like a version of a giant human, similar to those in the Endless Snow Mountain Range.

While Minos’ wives were watching that next to Sarah, Minos asked that level 79 Spiritual Saint. “What do you want for that skeleton?”

“Uh? What do you mean?” That man didn’t understand the question.

“I want to take it. How much do you want for it?” Minos asked differently, startling that person.

Such a skeleton was extremely heavy to the point that even if everyone in the Ancestral Sect used all their powers simultaneously, they wouldn’t be able to get those bones out!

So upon hearing Minos’ first question, that old expert couldn’t help but think he had misheard or misunderstood the question.

‘How would he get these out?’ He wondered, thinking Minos didn’t understand what he was talking about. But on second thought, he remembered that this person had mastered the Immemorial Graves Sect. ‘Has he done this before?’

Gulp!

He swallowed his saliva as he thought of the warnings in the books of that sect, talking about the danger there would be if these bones fell into the wrong hands.

“What does the sect master Stuart wish to do with them? By the way, they are so heavy. Do you have a way to move them?” He asked, without answering Minos’ questions.

Minos then said. “I don’t know what I will do with them. I just want to gather them in a safe place where dangerous people won’t have access to them…

If a Spiritual Sage came here and wanted to do something dangerous, no one would be left to protect those bones.” He was sincere. “But I have a way to move them, and the place where they will stay is countless times safer than this one.”

“Really?” That man didn’t quite believe it. But he went on with the matter. “Well, I don’t know how much the sect would lose if I sold it. But since we are about to make a deal regarding sending Spiritual Saints to the Black Plain, why don’t we increase the amounts of people?

Instead of just ten mid-level Spiritual Saints, we can keep that number and put another 20 low-level Spiritual Saints and 40 level 69 Spiritual Emperors.

They will stay in your state until they have an advancement, following the rules we already agreed upon.”

Minos felt that this would not hurt him at all and accepted. “Very well, let’s do as you said.” He stepped forward and looked back at that sect master. “May I?”

“Make yourself comfortable, sect master.” He said, curious to see what Minos would do.

Minos smiled and flew over to where the part of the skeleton, least frozen by the strange red gel, was.

There, Minos melted that red stuff until he reached a small space to make one of his hands touch the skeleton more than dozens of meters long.

Then he activated the ring of the Spatial Kingdom!

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