But at this moment, Fang Senyan already understood the true value of the "cargo" in his hands. Old M’rbor’s greedy eyes and excited expression had already given him away. Realizing he held the key to a rare commodity, Fang Senyan immediately put on a stern face and snapped at Mokansha, "Let's go! We'll go to the more hospitable Prince Sutai! The friendly Omatikaya clan is much more sincere with its friends."

Old M’rbor’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He hastily cried out, "My friend... my esteemed friend! Please wait! I offer my sincerest apologies for my previous doubts."

Fang Senyan snapped his fingers, and Jin Kuang immediately leaped out from behind him, demanding haughtily, "Oh! Apologies! How sincere. Esteemed Mr. M’rbor. I, too, offer you my sincerest apologies... because we are leaving right now. At least the Omatikaya clan has been far friendlier and more sincere toward us."

The wrinkles on Old M’rbor’s face deepened, making him look doubly distressed. He knew that if he remained reluctant to "bleed" a little more, this great opportunity might slip through the cracks of his fingers.

He gritted his teeth, pulled a pouch made of animal hide from his chest, and reluctantly poured its contents out—three gem-like objects that shimmered with a soft light. He then bent over, offering them with both hands to Jin Kuang.

"To compensate for my earlier words, these are just a small gift from me."

These objects were quite familiar; they were the naturally high-purity Pandora crystals, glowing brilliantly like jewels. Fang Senyan and his companions had also noticed that when the M’sak tribe members needed to activate some special and powerful abilities, they often relied on the aid of these beautiful spell-casting materials.

As Fang Senyan touched the crystals, a prompt immediately appeared: "You have obtained a specialty of Pandora: Soul Crystal."

"This is a naturally high-purity crystallization of Pandora crystal after absorbing the energy of the natural world, containing the immense power of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind."

"Its value is extremely high, and its uses are very broad. Usually, some learned mages can completely interpret these magical stones for you through their spellbooks and experience."

Seeing this series of prompts, Fang Senyan’s expression finally softened. Following his routine, he tossed one crystal to Jin Kuang as a commission, then stored the rest.

"Hmph... alright, respected old slickster M’rbor—oh, pardon me, Mr. M’rbor—you have finally shown some sincerity that should have been displayed long ago. I just finished a fierce battle and am extremely fatigued. Therefore, you can conduct in-depth discussions and negotiations regarding the remaining matters with my agent, Mr. David Beckham. I have authorized him with all my authority."

Old M’rbor’s face instantly turned pale. It was truly difficult to elicit such an expression from the blue-skinned Na’vi. The dark-skinned man cast a look of pity at the old fellow, then glanced towards Mr. Muru, the nominal chieftain of the T’saki tribe... the latter was already beaming, eagerly gathering with his peers, completely unconcerned with the proceedings here.

As for what they were gathering for, one could easily understand by considering what a group of strong, hungry men would do upon seeing a collection of beautiful female slaves about to be chosen by them.

"The hands-off boss who knows nothing is indeed luckier," the dark-skinned man couldn't help but sigh.

After Jin Kuang spat saliva across Old M’rbor’s face for the fourth time, this extremely unbalanced negotiation between supply and demand finally drew to a close. Old M’rbor seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, walking with a stagger as if he had been suffering from diarrhea for ten days without water or food. These captives secured the following benefits for Fang Senyan and his party:

"One Sixth-Tier Overlord Wyvern Rider. (Poor Old M’rbor sold himself! For the upcoming period, he will be Fang Senyan's temporary servant, subordinate to Jin Kuang’s command. Naturally, he will regain his freedom once Fang Senyan leaves this world.)"

"Two Soul Crystals."

"Twenty of the T’saki tribe's most powerful archers."

"Na’vi Secret Medicine. Upon use, immediately restores 50% of HP. If the injury was caused by a creature native to Pandora, the healing effect receives an additional 25% bonus (recovering 75% HP in one go). Cooldown: 8 hours."

The most noteworthy item among these was the Na’vi Secret Medicine, which could be called Fang Senyan’s most pleasant surprise. Although this potion had an 8-hour cooldown, it was self-contained and did not share cooldowns with other drugs.

To be more specific, when facing a formidable enemy, Fang Senyan could not only use the Potion of Valor to instantly restore his health to full but also use this Na’vi Secret Medicine in a critical moment to restore an additional 50% or even 75% of his health. If one factored in the team ability, Healing Radiance, Fang Senyan effectively gained an extra life! The significance of this was immense.

Next naturally came the T’saki tribe’s day of revelry, as the group began dividing the spoils and the women. All tribesmen were indifferent to the treasonous treaty signed by Old M’rbor; even Muru held the same view. He had long been dwelling on having fled the battlefield and abandoned his benefactor during the last fight, feeling he already owed Fang Senyan a great deal, so taking all the T’saki tribe's wealth was only right.

Faced with the notions of the younger tribesmen, the old veterans of the T’saki tribe could only wail and lament the lack of worthy successors. The younger generation’s vision was too shortsighted. However, their sighs were soon drowned out by a strange and grand sound... It was the mingled cries of the M’sak tribe captives and the hormonally charged cheers of the young T’saki men, creating a bizarre and peculiar atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, when faced with the choice between death or submission, the vast majority of the captives chose survival according to custom.

All M’sak tribe captives deeply resented outsiders like Fang Senyan and would never compromise with them. But the T’saki people were their own kin, making the situation somewhat less unbearable. They were questioned one by one, and most captives, worn down by hunger, fatigue, and pain, chose to submit and join the new tribe; only a minority maintained their loyalty.

Although seven or eight women and three severely wounded men were ultimately executed, this was unavoidable. What Fang Senyan and Reef could accept was that all the children survived. Having sworn an oath before Eywa, the Great Mother, they now belonged to the T’saki tribe, with no connection to the M’sak tribe. They would also be instilled with basic concepts to correct the evil practice of cannibalism.

………………

As time passed, Fang Senyan’s siege of the M’sak tribe had entered its fifth day.

During these five days, not a single member of the M’sak tribe had ventured outside the buildings. Thus, even with the presence of the powerful long-range sniper, the Reconnaissance Hunter MCDH, his skills were utterly wasted here.

Based on prior intelligence, the M’sak tribe should now be completely without water and on the verge of starvation. However, on this day, their combat capability would not be significantly restricted by hunger or thirst. Only after crossing that critical threshold would the combat capability of all tribesmen decline at an astonishing rate.

Therefore, Fang Senyan maintained a high state of alert this day, but the expected attack never came. At this point, Fang Senyan unceremoniously put Old M’rbor to use. Although the overall strength of the T’saki tribe was far inferior to the M’sak tribe, Old M’rbor still possessed genuine skill. He was in no way inferior to the thirteen Legendary Beast Riders who had served under Chief Qil’uok’e before. In fact, his strength placed him among the elite... after all, the advantage of aerial superiority was self-evident.

However, less than three minutes later, Old M’rbor returned, panting and wiping non-existent sweat, looking terrified. "Their defenses are too tight! I couldn't see anything at all."

Fang Senyan frowned upon hearing this, his expression growing gloomy. Old M’rbor was the most troublesome kind of person: shrewd, slippery, treacherous, and powerful to boot. Although he had been forced into obedience, passive resistance was inevitable... A few days ago, Fang Senyan might have treated him with courtesy, but as the return date approached, Fang Senyan's patience was wearing thin.

He looked at Old M’rbor and said flatly, "If merely glancing from a distance could verify such tight defenses, then your eyesight must be exceptional."

Old M’rbor harbored his own resentment—was he, the esteemed Reverend Priest, being used as a scout? He seized the opportunity to retort coolly, "Yes, that is what everyone in the tribe says."

This former tribal chief fundamentally looked down upon the outsider before him. In terms of strength, he could easily kill him; in terms of intellect, this fellow was foolish enough to trust others, allowing him to gain so much benefit from him. Most critically, for some unknown reason, Old M’rbor intensely disliked him and hated him, yet this person dared to try and suppress him! Naturally, he was unwilling to exert himself for this man.

Thinking this, Old M’rbor even coughed loudly, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm directly in front of Fang Senyan.