Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 447 Distribution of Profits
After exchanging glances with Zhu Xianye, the elders did not refuse and sat down opposite the two.

"You must be tired from the march. Uncle and all the elders, please have some food to fill your stomachs first."

After glancing at Tang San's gloomy expression, Zhu Xuanye secretly guessed his identity before looking at Dai Mubai and smiling:
"Mu Bai, aren't you going to introduce me to him?"

"Haha, look at my memory."

After expressing his apologies with a broad smile, Dai Mubai gestured to Tang San and introduced him as follows:
"This is Tang San, the leader of the Tang Clan."

"Tang San."

The Zhu family members had heard of Tang San's infamous reputation. Although they didn't quite believe that he could overthrow the Star Luo Empire on his own, it didn't stop them from having a bad first impression of him. In particular, the faint evil aura he exuded from time to time deepened their negative feelings.

Seeing that Zhu Xianye and several elders of the Zhu family did not look well, Dai Mubai immediately spoke up to explain for Tang San.

"Uncle and elders, you guessed correctly, my brother is the legendary Evil King Tang San."

Upon hearing the title "Evil King," Tang San's brows furrowed instinctively, and he felt a strong sense of rejection. However, he understood that Dai Mubai was trying to clear his name, so he didn't intend to retaliate.

Zhu Xianye picked up the glass of wine in front of him, took a sip, and asked with an ambiguous look in his eyes:
"Oh? You know who he is, and you're even involved with him?"

"Haha, Uncle, you don't know this, but Tang San was my classmate at the Heaven Dou Empire Advanced Soul Master Academy. We even teamed up together to participate in the Soul Master Competition and achieved a third-place finish."

"Moreover, after the Soul Master Competition ended, my brother was shamelessly hunted down by the Spirit Hall. He managed to hide in the deep mountains and forests for several years before returning to the mainland when the situation eased up. He had neither the motive nor the time to cause trouble in the Star Luo region. I can testify to that."

"And the name 'Evil King' was most likely framed for my brother by the Spirit Hall."

As Dai Mubai spoke in defense of Tang San, the sneers and disdain on the faces of the Zhu family elders intensified.

"We believe you that the Spirit Hall was behind the destruction of Star Luo, but we can't agree that the Spirit Hall would go to such lengths to frame this kid. To put it bluntly, does your brother—let's call him brother for now—even have a key? How many keys does he have?"

Tang San, standing beside Dai Mubai, seemed oblivious to the slanderous remarks and continued drinking calmly. However, his purple knuckles revealed that he was not at peace with himself. Unfortunately, Dai Mubai still needed these people, so he had to give them some face.

Otherwise, among those few Soul Saints, he had killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, in the City of Slaughter.

“What the elders said makes sense, but that’s under normal circumstances. My brother’s identity is what they are really afraid of.”

"Oh? Tell me? What's your brother's identity that requires the Spirit Hall to go to such lengths?"

Seeing that Dai Mubai was not angry and continued to patiently explain, and did not stop the elders from making things difficult for Tang San, Zhu Xuanye became interested and wanted to hear what extraordinary identity Tang San had.

Dai Mubai turned his head to look at Tang San for a moment, and after seeing Tang San nod almost imperceptibly, he smiled and looked at Zhu Xianye.

“Uncle, my brother is the son of Tang Hao, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and also the only remaining bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect.”

"Hmm?" "Hiss"

When Tang San's identity was revealed, Zhu Xianye and several elders of the Zhu family gasped in shock. If this was true, then the Spirit Hall might indeed be targeting this boy who was the same age as Dai Mubai.

After all, the previous Pope of the Spirit Hall died at the hands of Tang Hao, and the Clear Sky Sect was not wiped out before the destruction of the Star Luo Sect, so it is understandable that they would be cautious.

Zhu Xianye's heart stirred slightly. If this boy were still around, he didn't know if Davis and his daughter would still be able to succeed. In any case, he still had to proceed according to the plan today.

Zhu Xuanye didn't voice his thoughts, but instead cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to Tang San and regained his smile, saying:

"Should I address you as the Sect Master of the Tang Clan or the newly appointed Sect Master of the Haotian Sect?"

Zhu Xianye's meaning was also very clear: don't try to scare us by bringing up the names of a newly established sect or a sect that has already been destroyed; that won't work.

These blunt words did not anger Dai Mubai and Tang San; on the contrary, they felt a slight sense of relief. After all, as the head of the Zhu family, it was necessary to exert some deterrence if he wanted to gain the upper hand in the upcoming negotiations.

“Lord Youming, I will rebuild the Haotian Sect in the future, but not now. For now, I am naturally the Sect Master of the Tang Sect.”

The two foxes stared at each other for a moment while talking, but neither could detect anything in the other's eyes. Then they smiled at each other, each taking it as a toast to the other.

The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Dai Mubai stepped in to smooth things over.

"Haha, we owe a lot to my uncle's support this time. Otherwise, we would have had to put in a lot more effort to take over the Kingdom of Nili."

Hearing Dai Mubai's compliment, Zhu Xuanye waved his hand to indicate that it was unnecessary, and subtly glanced at the elder beside him. The elder immediately understood and stood up, looking at Dai Mubai with a kind expression, and said:
“Mu Bai, you have indeed achieved something, but you still lack experience in managing territory and you are short-handed. The Zhu family of the Nili Kingdom can help you manage it for the time being.”

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai and Tang San both raised their eyebrows. They hadn't expected their opponent to reveal his true colors so quickly. At the same time, they felt completely relieved, knowing that they understood the principle of asking for the moon and then settling for a bargain.

"Haha, this elder is joking. Although Mu Bai has never ruled an empire, he was born into the royal family and has learned some ways of governing a country. I think it would be better if the four cities on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Nili bordered Lingmao City, and the Zhu family could take charge of those cities."

“Hey, Mu Bai, you’re mistaken. You only have a few thousand soldiers under your command right now, and you also have the Kingdom of Kerviel to take care of. How can you have the energy to manage more than 90% of the territory of the Kingdom of Nili? I think it would be better to do this: Aren’t there several cities on the western border that border Kerviel? You can take charge of those areas, and the rest can be distributed to the Zhu family.”

Tang San and Zhu Xianye watched the two haggling in silence until Dai Mubai, who was less shrewd, was about to overturn the table, at which point they finally spoke up to smooth things over.

"Mu Bai, today is a day to celebrate our victory, so let's not say anything that might upset us."

"How about this: all the cities to the west, including the Nili Palace, will belong to you, while the cities to the east will belong to my Netherworld Palace."

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai's angry gaze softened slightly. After glaring at the old man who was asking for an exorbitant amount, he nodded in agreement to the distribution plan. This was something he had discussed with Tang San before, and it was their bottom line. Otherwise, how could they possibly work so hard to conquer cities and strongholds only to end up working for the Zhu family?
"Then let's do as Uncle says, let's drink, let's drink."

The wrangling was over, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became much more harmonious. After all, without any profit, all that remained was kinship, right?
(End of this chapter)