God-Tier Providence System-Chapter 90

"Imperial Plume Dynasty Branch Family Head, Martin Hale, pays respects to the Saint Lord!"

"Purple Star Dynasty Branch Family Head, Alice Hale, pays respects to the Saint Lord!"

The four raised their heads. Cautiously sizing up Alex’s expression.

The moment they saw his face soften, that pleasant and amiable smile returning once more, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Alex stepped forward unhurriedly and took his seat on the central throne. Only after the Four Great Elders assumed their positions behind him did he speak.

"Sit."

"Thank you, Saint Lord!"

The four secretly wiped cold sweat from their palms before settling back into their seats.

Alex’s gaze swept over the crowd. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"My four virtuous younger brothers and sister, gathering at my Main Family today... what noble business do you have?"

...

Oscar Hale, seated on the left, was the first to open his mouth. His expression heavy with displeasure.

"Saint Lord, you are truly going too far."

"Previously, in order to build the Clan Protection Formation, you requisitioned a massive amount of resources from our branch families. I never fell short by a single brick or tile."

"But you have gained so many benefits lately. Why aren’t you thinking of me, your brother, at all?"

"Let’s not mention anything else. Just the Divine Blade Saintess Iris’s Jade Sword and Blood Purification Bottle. Your brother has yearned for those for a long time."

"Saint Lord, you absolutely must lend them to me so I can properly play with them for a few days!"

On the right, Peter Hale spoke just as carelessly and loudly.

"Exactly! We are all Hale family disciples. How can the Saint Lord favor one and slight the others so blatantly?"

"Take a few days ago. The Saint Lord opened the Scripture Pavilion and allowed all family disciples to freely choose any cultivation method."

"For such a major event, how could the Saint Lord not consult with us and just make the decision privately?"

"Even if you really wanted to open the pavilion, you should have summoned the younger generation of our four major branch families to pick together!"

"Right now, the young disciples of your Main Family have all shed their mortal bodies and exchanged their bones. Yet the young people of our branch families haven’t received a single benefit."

"Isn’t that far too unfair?"

"No way. You absolutely must open the Scripture Pavilion one more time and let every young person from our branch families choose an art. That is what you call fair!"

Martin Hale stroked his beard and chuckled.

"The Hale family’s Scripture Pavilion only has that many cultivation methods. Picking through them won’t yield any new flowers."

"I heard, however, that the Saint Lord recently obtained a Hibiscus Tree and is cooperating with the Blackwood family to cultivate it together?"

"This move by the Saint Lord is truly too foolish."

"With the Main Family’s resources, plus the full support of the four major branch families, how could we not afford to support a single Hibiscus Fruit tree?"

"Why bother dragging the Blackwood family into it and giving them half the Hibiscus Fruits for nothing?"

"But it doesn’t matter. I heard that if cultivated properly, a Hibiscus Fruit tree can bear over three hundred fruits."

"Minus the Blackwood family’s half, each of our branch families can still get thirty or forty fruits..."

Alice gave a sweet, charming smile and winked directly at Alex. Acting coquettishly without a shred of shame.

"Saint Lord, the major branch families are currently in their prime. Shining like the midday sun."

"Only your little sister here, in the Purple Star Dynasty, lacks food and drink. Living a truly miserable, bitter life."

"I hope the Saint Lord can take out various resources and secret manuals to share with me. To properly support your little sister."

...

Four branch family heads. Four lion-like maws thrown wide open. Four sets of fangs bared without the slightest embarrassment.

The Four Great Elders showed deep indignation on their faces. But they were entirely helpless.

They knew better than anyone how insatiably greedy these four fools were.

They were originally just cousins of the Saint Lord’s generation.

Back then, they left home to make a name for themselves.

Within a few short years, finding themselves at a complete dead end, they came running back covered in dirt, dust, and failure.

The Saint Lord, considering their bonds of brotherhood, couldn’t bear to watch them starve. So he brought out a massive amount of spirit stones and resources. Even allocated a portion of the family’s disciples to them.

He encouraged them to go to various dynasties. Establish their own factions. Develop branch family forces.

For two to three hundred years, these four were nothing but leeches.

They ran to the Main Family again and again to suck blood without restraint. Yet never gave the Main Family half a bit of return.

The Saint Lord, solely considering the bonds of clan, met their demands whenever possible.

If it weren’t for this pack of vampires and parasites, perhaps the Hale family would have already climbed to an entirely new level.

...

The Four Great Elders had long been accustomed to situations exactly like today’s.

With the Saint Lord’s usual temper, he would certainly feign difficulty. Decline a little. Then ultimately agree to all their demands.

This was unavoidable.

After over two hundred years of development, the four major branch families had established their climate and fully matured. They possessed pivotal, heavyweight status in the dynasties they occupied.

If the Saint Lord didn’t satisfy their demands, they might fly into a rage. Announce their total break from the Main Family. Or even rise up together, turn their weapons around, and directly besiege the Main Family.

If that happened, the massive amount of resources invested over these years would truly become bullets fired back into their own bodies.

They would have fattened up a pack of white-eyed wolves for absolutely nothing.

The Four Great Elders knew very well in their hearts. The Saint Lord had his own unavoidable, bitter difficulties.

Back then, a single moment of benevolence had opened the floodgates for poverty alleviation for these people.

It resulted in their appetites growing larger and larger, their greed expanding without the slightest sense of restraint.