76: Chapter 75 Who's in favor, and who's opposed?

As the radiance of the Golden Leopard Float completely vanished into the distant Market of the Dead, the joyful sound of the stone drums on the viewing platform seemed to have been muted, stopping abruptly.

Pei Fei casually placed the half-finished bottle of cola on the obsidian table.

The base of the bottle struck the stone with a dull thud, but to the ears of the maya Death Gods, it sounded like a heavy hammer blow to their nerves, instantly shattering the carefully maintained atmosphere of amity.

A thick, unresolvable stench of death washed away the sweetness of the cola entirely.

The twelve maya Lords, who had been seated, now sat bolt upright, their backs straighter than javelins.

The floating fireballs in the great hall dimmed from bright to a ghostly, eerie green.

The once magnificent temple began to creak under the immense divine pressure of the Rulers, and the Feathered Serpent reliefs on the walls seemed to awaken, roaring in the shadows.

"Pei, since the Eldest Princess has gone shopping, shouldn't we brothers settle the 'takeover fee' now?"

The Speaker, 'One Death,' sat high on his throne, his withered hand stroking his scepter, his eyes full of unconcealed greed.

"Although you destroyed that Aztec territory, it's right next to us. To prevent the negative energy from leaking and affecting Xibalba, we dispatched elites to 'maintain order' at the border. How do you plan to compensate us for this hard work?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp sound.

Pei Fei didn't bother replying. He merely took out a black jade pendant swirling with mournful, bloody light from his pocket and tossed it casually.

"Thud!"

The Soul-Sealing Jade slammed onto the tabletop, but instead of rolling, it embedded itself directly into the hard obsidian as if rooted there.

Inside the jade pendant, a face filled with majesty yet intensely distorted was roaring and battering madly, attempting to break free from the confinement.

The moment they clearly saw that face, 'One Death' and 'Seven Deaths' sitting at the head position nearly slid off their chairs, both sucking in a sharp breath of cold air.

That was Mictlantecuhtli!

The most arrogant and insane King of Hell in Aztec mythology was currently trapped by Pei Fei within the palm-sized jade pendant like a toothless stray dog put on display.

The entire temple fell into a deathly silence. The Speaker 'One Death's' old face twitched violently; the 'bargaining essay' he had prepared was forcibly swallowed back down.

This wasn't about distributing profits! This was clearly killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, and they were the monkeys!

"Locked within this jade is the divine soul of the Aztec King of Hell."

Pei Fei leaned back in his chair again, speaking slowly but with an undeniable sense of pressure: "Your Xibalba's divine power has been drying up for a long time, hasn't it? This thing is equivalent to giving your divine kingdom a 'top-tier nuclear power bank.'"

"With this, Xibalba can survive for at least another three thousand years. Are you doing this business, or not?"

The breathing of the twelve Death God Lords instantly became heavy. This Lord-level divine soul was practically a universal panacea for these maya Gods who were close to exhausting their entire foundation.

"What... do you want?" One Death took a deep breath, his tone finally softening, even carrying a hint of appeasement.

"I want your maya people's ultimate skill in exchange."

Pei Fei tapped the tabletop with his fingertip, casually dropping another bomb: "The Yaxchilan Subjugation Imprint Law. That foundational code you used back then to trick your entire race into 'ascending the nation' and ensuring their will would never betray you."

"Absolutely impossible!"

One Death's face changed drastically, and he jumped up, the Bone Throne behind him instantly shattering: "That is our lifeblood! It is the last trump card we use to suppress internal turmoil! If you want it, are you planning to become our Supreme Emperor directly?"

The other Lords also emitted chilling death energy, and the surrounding temperature plummeted below freezing.

Pei Fei wasted no words.

He stood up and slowly put on the xuan qing daoist robe.

"Buzz—!"

In that second, the colors of the maya Divine Kingdom seemed to be forcibly stripped away. A supreme rule originating from the Eastern Fengduoverbearingly pushed across the entire underground city. The maya constellations on the dome instantly extinguished, replaced by terrifying illusions of ten thousand ghosts making a pilgrimage and the Ten Kings of Hell guarding the cycle of reincarnation.

A flash of golden light crossed Pei Fei's pupils, and when he spoke again, his tone was that of a detached deity:

"Your law, in my eyes, is just a slightly more exquisite little toy. I'm not seizing it because I'm giving you face; don't mistake that face for capital you can use to haggle."

He pointed at the jade pendant: "I can capture the King of Hell alive, so I can capture you alive too. Take the law and leave the 'power bank,' and your divine kingdom can continue its immortal party. Or, I take the power bank and send you to accompany the King of Hell?"

One Death slumped back into his broken chair, his once straight spine collapsing completely. He finally realized that Pei Fei wasn't here to sign a contract today; he was here to issue a death ultimatum.

Moreover, the bargaining chip offered by this supreme being was indeed too great for them to refuse.

"...Deal. Before the celebration ends, the High Priest will personally present the law imprint."

To dispel the embarrassing situation, One Death stared at the Soul-Sealing Jade and carefully changed the subject: "Since the King of Hell has fallen... what about that equally mad Queen of the Underworld? Didn't she fight you to the death?"

"That crazy woman?"

Pei Fei sat back down, the radiance of his imperial robe contained, a look of slight distaste on his face: "I threw her to the monks. Let them torment each other; as long as they don't bother me, that's fine."

"Monks?"

In their circle, the only monk who could make Pei Fei feel 'bothered' and 'meddlesome' was likely that one person.

In an instant, the last shred of petty calculation in the hearts of the maya Death Gods vanished completely.

To casually hand over a Lord-level being to that one as 'trash disposal'—the foundation of this Eastern Emperor reached a level where they couldn't even see his taillights.

"What are you looking at me for? Drink."

Pei Fei picked up another bottle of cola and casually drew a purple symbol on the table. Contractual purple energy condensed, and the document instantly materialized.

"The contract is signed. Next, I need to let my sister have her fun."

Pei Fei looked at the last line of the agreement, a playful arc appearing on his lips: "Also, before the celebration ends, arrange a trial slot for Pei Duo in the 'House of Horrors.'"

He paused, his gaze drifting toward Pei Duo, who was enthusiastically browsing stalls in the distance.

"The greenhouse flower needs to see some real storms."