Chapter 656 Dragon Soul Distribution

Fang Yuan said he would be back in three days, so the big shots on Wangqing Island waited for another three days.

People who are worthy of their status can stay in this South China Sea, and their purpose is naturally the dragon soul.

For them, the importance of the Dragon Soul is that they can control the power structure of all parties in the world. It is precisely because of the Dragon Soul that they have given Fang Yuan enough respect and patience. They would rather continue to wait for him in the South China Sea for three days because of his words. However, during these three days, they have not been idle. After countless secret discussions and exchange of interests, the distribution standard of the Dragon Soul has basically been set.

Who is eligible to get the dragon soul, and who is not qualified to get the dragon soul, already has a vague standard of measurement. The parties and aristocratic families who are eligible to get the dragon soul have made up their minds not to let the dragon soul flow out.

And the forces that have not reached this standard are desperately trying to form a group, drill bit management, gritted their teeth and vowed in their hearts, no matter what, they will get one...

Some even have a bad temper, and they have already released their wind, and they are determined to win the Dragon Soul.

For example, Mr. Lei from Leizhou bluntly said that he wanted to create a powerful fairy treasure, and he would bring seven or eight dragon souls back no matter what. The holy land Bahuang City near the devil wanted to train the younger generation of gods, and also helped a few old gods who were nearing lifespan to strengthen their roots and Peiyuan, break through the realm, and bring back at least ten. Naturally, the dragon soul obtained from the mission cannot be less.

All kinds of disputes, discussions, and so on.

Some people have even secretly calculated it!

In terms of the appetite of the Seven Great Sacred Lands, no matter what, it would take a family of ten dragon souls to satisfy them, right?

The nineteen ancient clans in Zhongzhou, the thirty-two families, is one family enough?

Mr. Lei is the God of Tianyuan Forging, he wants seven dragon souls to create immortal treasures, can you not give them?

The soldiers of the Devil's Edge fought bravely, shouldn't they be rewarded with ten more past papers?

There is also the fairy alliance that needs to control the world, rewards and punishments, how can it attract the world's talents without thirty dragon souls?

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In this way, the number of dragon souls, no matter what, must be nearly two hundred dragon souls to be enough!

Of course, if the number of dragon souls is not enough, maybe it can be reduced a little bit, but overall, this ratio is not bad to change casually, and it is also a division ratio that everyone defaults to. It is precisely because of the existence of this ratio that the big bosses of all parties wait patiently on the South China Sea, waiting for Fang Yuan to send back the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Orb...

"Uncle is back..."

And it was true that after three days, Fang Yuan returned to Wangqing Island as promised.

The big bosses from all parties are now sitting cross-legged on the central fairy platform on Wangqing Island. There are more than 20 people sitting around the platform, tasting the fairy tea offered by Wangqing Island, and discussing the fragrance of tea in a low voice.

It wasn't until the steward of Wangqing Island shouted loudly below that all the cultivators raised their heads and looked towards the sea.

Then, above the boundless blue waves, there was a thin man wearing a green robe walking towards him. Facing the sea breeze, the corners of his robe swayed, and he gradually began to look like a fairy. On his shoulder, there was a fat white cat squatting, its head dozing off bit by bit.

"Sure enough, it's still here!"

When someone saw him, he lightly picked up a cup of fragrant tea and smiled faintly.

Someone nearby saw Fang Yuan's demeanor, and laughed softly: "This boy is not bad, I have already asked in detail, this time in the Longji battle, he performed outstandingly, not weaker than the four little sages of Zhongzhou, whether it is cultivation base or resilience, they are all remarkable. Although he came from the Xiaoxian sect, he has gradually cultivated his demeanor now, and he really looks like a world-class arrogance..."

Someone heard the words, clapped their hands lightly, and said with a smile: "That's not bad. Now that they, the juniors, have caught up with the coming of the great world, they have grown extremely fast. With his current cultivation, I am afraid that he is no match for the ancestors of ordinary families. If he can go to the devil's edge for a few more years of experience and calm down, he will be another ancestor of the family who can sit on the sidelines. The future is promising!"

"Hehe, why should a young man like him be in such a hurry to take charge?"

Some people disagreed with what the predecessors said, laughed, and said: "As far as his potential is concerned, it is not impossible to become a god in the future, especially this time he has made a lot of contributions. When the four great secret realms of the Immortal League are opened, we must let him go in no matter what. If he really has the ability to soar into the sky in the secret realm, then he can be regarded as a monk of our generation!"

For a while, they praised a lot, even including several ancient families who had regarded Fang Yuan as a thorn in their side.

Under such circumstances, the old ancestor of Wangqing Island in the South China Sea remained silent. Looking at Fang Yuan's lonely figure walking from the sea, he didn't know what to think of.

"Greetings, seniors!"

Fang Yuan came from the sea and entered the island without any hindrance. Wangqing Island in the South China Sea regards him as a aunt, not just talking about it. The waist card on his body originally shows that he can enter any place on Wangqing Island without hindrance. It is the same as Luo Feiling, the little saint of Wangqing Island. The servants and elders on Wangqing Island also recognize his appearance and dare not neglect him.

After walking up to this fairy platform, Fang Yuan went straight into the arena, clasping fists and saluting to the surroundings, very politely.

"Hehe, don't be too polite!"

An old man from the Immortal Alliance smiled and pretended to be false, and said: "Not long ago, your meritorious deeds in the battle of entering the Dragon Trail have been recorded. Regardless of life or death, anyone who has made contributions in the Dragon Trail has merit. We have asked for a long time about what happened in the Dragon Trail, and everyone put you as the number one meritorious deed. It's just that you were still in the South China Sea at the Immortal Banquet not long ago and did not come here. If you have any questions, feel free to speak up!"

"Thank you senior!"

Fang Yuan knew the weight of what the elder of the Xianmeng said, and he could hear the approval, but he didn't show much excitement. He just thanked the old man of the Xianmeng with a calm expression, and waved lightly, and the Wanlong Soul Orb, which was flying beside him, flew towards him, obediently like a very friendly little beast, coming and going at the beck and call.

Instead, the white cat squatting on his shoulder became curious, stretched out its paw and pulled it, and all the cultivators beside him turned pale with shock.

"You seniors are waiting here because of the dragon soul in this bead, right?"

Fang Yuan said: "This Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Orb must be in your plans. Junior Sister Fei Ling dedicated her life to delay the catastrophe in the world. Before she left, she sealed the sleeping dragon soul in the Dragon Trace in this bead and handed it over to me. However, the dragon soul inside belongs to the people of the world after all, or should it be returned to the world. I wonder if the seniors have discussed the rules in the past few days?"

Hearing what Fang Yuan said was clear, all the old cultivators smiled, and the old man of the Immortal Alliance said: "Young friend Fang Yuan, don't worry, these dragon souls are handed over to us, and they will be used in the right way. We know where they will go, and we will live up to their usefulness..."

Fang Yuan nodded after hearing this, and said, "I don't know how to assign?"

All the old cultivators on the stage were slightly taken aback, but for a moment they didn't know how to answer.

Is it really necessary to tell him the result of the discussions between these people in the past few days?

An aristocratic patriarch next to him took the conversation and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Fang Xiaoyou, no matter how you distribute it, you will be indispensable!"

Everyone suddenly realized that what he said was beautiful.

After all, Fang Yuan made great contributions in the Dragon Trace this time, and the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Orb was left to him by the little saint of Wangqing Island. Only he can open the seal inside, so giving him a Dragon Soul is naturally justified.

After hearing this, Fang Yuan didn't have any special expression on his face.

He just said indifferently: "It doesn't matter whether the junior gets the dragon soul or not, I just have some suggestions, I want to discuss with the seniors!"

"Um?"

When the old cultivators around heard this, some of them frowned.

But when they reached their level, they were very good at nourishing qi, and they didn't show anything on their faces. Someone laughed and said, "You say so!"

Fang Yuan nodded, and said: "I have counted the dragon souls here, there are a total of 109. This dragon soul is mysterious and has a lot of skills. Anyone who gets it will be of great benefit to the practice. Of course, this kind of rare treasure cannot be distributed casually. Therefore, the younger generation thinks that the capable, the meritorious, and the useful should get it. Not to mention the distance. The dragon soul should also be handed over to the descendants of its clan!"

"this……"

All the cultivators in the venue had different expressions after hearing this.

They never expected that Fang Yuan would say such a sentence. Of course, the people who entered the Dragon Trail this time had great merit, but that great merit has already been recorded in the merit list of the Immortal League. In the future, when the secret realm is opened, some of them will be given a chance, so why give them the dragon soul again? What's more, the aristocratic families behind those aristocratic families can get dragon souls, which is fine, but there are also some casual cultivators from Kunlun Mountain. Could it be that these people really want to give such precious dragon souls to them?

There are only one hundred and nine dragon souls in total, and there are more than thirty at once, how can this be possible?

"Hehe, Fang Xiaoyou, the assignment of the dragon soul still requires us to plan from time to time..."

During a period of silence, an old repairer pondered for a while, then smiled and opened his mouth.

"This senior..."

Fang Yuan suddenly interrupted him, and said with a calm face: "I just said that I would discuss with you about the distribution of dragon souls. What this sentence means is that there is no discussion at all except for dividing according to my suggestion!"