I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 167 --Big Deal, 3-Star Ancient God in Sight

"Are you telling the truth? Does the Key of Immortality truly work on all living beings? Without any additional restrictions?"

The five ancient beings all fixed their gazes intently on Owen, their expressions filled with disbelief.

After all, life was the most precious resource to any living creature. And the higher one’s cultivation, the more difficult it became to prolong their lifespan. For beings like them, whose powers had reached such towering heights, extending life even slightly often demanded a monumental price.

If what Owen claimed was true, then the Key of Immortality represented an unimaginably enticing treasure—perhaps even a necessity.

Despite their great strength, the one thing that loomed closest over their heads was the inevitable end of their lifespan. The mere thought of being able to prolong their life—even by just a century—was enough to set their hearts ablaze with desire.

Seeing that all five beings were now staring at him with utmost seriousness, Owen became even more convinced that his prior assumption was spot-on. He grinned and spoke with confident ease:

"Why would I ever deceive you all? Besides, isn’t it normal for a specialty item from a tier-eight region to be extraordinary?"

Indeed, the Key of Immortality was of immense value. To beings such as these, it was virtually an indispensable resource. If he sold just a few, Owen could rake in an enormous amount of divine points in a short span of time.

With that kind of windfall, he might just be able to push himself from the very limits of a 2-star Ancient God straight into the ranks of a 3-star Ancient God!

The affirmation in Owen’s voice sent yet another wave of shock through the hearts of the five. Their eyes grew even more fervent as they stared at the distant Realm of Immortality.

So this was the power of a tier-eight region?

Such an overpowered item—it was practically the stuff of legends.

But they all knew well just how difficult it was to conquer a tier-eight zone. Each of them had once attempted to break through its defenses, pouring in countless resources and effort, only to fail in the end.

In that light, it made perfect sense that such miraculous products could only originate from such a formidable region.

The one known as Titan was the first to recover from his daze. He glanced at Owen with a seemingly calm smile, and spoke in a casual tone:

"My friend, I won’t deny that your Key of Immortality sounds impressive. But to charge such a sky-high price for just a hundred years of life? Isn’t that a little... excessive?"

"You must understand, to beings like us, a hundred years passes in the blink of an eye."

The others nodded quickly, following Titan’s lead in trying to bargain.

"Indeed, we’re not deities. It’s incredibly difficult for us to acquire divine points. Your asking price of 3.5 million divine points is simply too steep."

The speaker this time was a woman. Though buyers occasionally came by every few years looking to purchase domain-specific products, there were always complications.

For one, just because someone had the need didn’t mean they would actually make a purchase. Sometimes they lacked the divine points. Other times, unforeseen circumstances caused deals to fall through.

Besides, creating the unique items of their domains came with costs. After deducting expenses and administrative fees, the actual divine points they earned were often negligible.

Take her healing potions, for example—her minimum selling price was 500,000 divine points. Even though she typically listed them at 800,000, after deducting raw materials and territory levies, she was only left with around 100,000 profit per sale.

She could raise prices, of course. But the higher the price, the more likely potential buyers would hesitate, leading to fewer completed deals.

All in all, bulk sales at reasonable profits were the true path to long-term gain.

Despite operating for over a thousand years, she had only accumulated around six million divine points in total.

She gave Owen a kind but weary smile.

"My friend, your asking price is too heavy. Forget everyone else—just those of us here, with our centuries of accumulated savings, would still struggle to afford such an enormous expense."

"If I’m not mistaken, your product’s base cost should be around 2.5 million divine points, correct? You may have conquered a region we failed to, but I once met another being who also held a tier-eight domain. His special item’s base price was exactly 2.5 million divine points."

The woman holding a transparent crystal orb in her hand spoke slowly and steadily.

As soon as she finished, the other beings’ tempers flared up.

"Are you trying to scam us, friend? Hiking the price by a million just like that—this is outrageous!"

"That’s right! I once sold you premium spirit wine for 880,000 divine points, and my profit was only a few thousand! You, on the other hand, want to rob us blind with this markup?"

"You’re a god, aren’t you? Shouldn’t someone of your status act with a bit more integrity?"

Each of them wore an expression that screamed betrayal.

Titan’s gaze grew sharp and calculating. He now had a much clearer picture of what the true base price of a tier-eight item was. There was no way Owen could pull the wool over their eyes now.

"We’ve met here today by fate," Titan said with mock goodwill. "In this vast world, who knows when our paths may cross again? Why not form a friendly bond now? How about this—sell me one for 2.7 million divine points. You’ll still profit around 100,000 after fees. That’s more than fair."

A soft voice chimed in—it was a woman clad in a white coat, a faint herbal fragrance drifting from her body that instantly refreshed the mind.

Before Owen could respond, the voice of the woman with the crystal orb echoed in his ears. She had transmitted the message privately.

"I know the true base price of the Key of Immortality. It’s actually two million divine points, right? I can help you stabilize the price at 2.5 million. Just give me 100,000 divine points per sale. Together, we’ll profit the most out of everyone here."

"You’ve set your price far too high. They may not know the exact bottom line, but they have a general sense of the range. If your asking price remains outrageous, they won’t buy—divine points are just too precious for us."

Hearing this, Owen was slightly stunned. He had underestimated this woman. Despite appearing serene and pure—like an innocent lotus—she was in fact the most cunning of them all.

She’d deliberately played along to pressure the others, only to turn around and demand a cut of the profits behind the scenes. Ten percent, no less!

Admittedly, her earlier performance had greatly benefited Owen. Thanks to her, the others were now convinced that 2.5 million divine points was the fair price, and were even prepared to pay more.

Still, a commission of 100,000 divine points per transaction? That was too much.

After a brief but sharp exchange of verbal negotiation, they reached a compromise.

Owen agreed to give her 10,000 divine points as a finder’s fee—provided she continued promoting the product and helping him secure more clients in the future.

"So someone had already conquered a tier-eight region before, huh? And this woman even knows the real base price..."

Owen felt a slight pang of regret.

If he had been the sole keeper of the price secret, he could’ve likely pushed the asking price to three million divine points. Sure, 3.5 million would have been rejected outright—but three million? For something as essential as life extension? They would’ve paid through gritted teeth.

Still, being able to earn hundreds of thousands of divine points per sale was nothing to scoff at. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Putting on a rueful expression, he spoke up:

"Well, since you all already know the base price... and since we’re neighbors—friends, even—let’s keep things amicable. I’m open to negotiation."

"2.7 million divine points is a bit low though. I’ve got to make a little something, right? How about 2.8 million per Key of Immortality? That’s my final offer."

"You all know I’m a god. My need for divine points is far greater than yours. I need them to accelerate my growth—and items like this are crucial to that process."

The woman with the crystal orb gave a slow nod and said, "Very well. Two-point-eight million per unit. I’ll take one."

Owen sighed again, as if heartbroken over the deal.

"Since you’re all showing such goodwill, let me return the favor with a bit of a discount. 2.75 million per key—just for you all."

"We’re friends, after all. Let’s go for volume—small profits but steady flow. I hope you’ll keep buying and support my humble trade."

Despite the pained expression he wore, Owen was beaming inside.

A single sale netting him over 500,000 divine points? This business was beyond lucrative!

With a solemn motion, Owen slowly raised his palm. A pure white ancient key materialized in his hand, floating gently above his skin, radiating a dense, almost suffocating aura of life energy.

The moment the Key of Immortality appeared, it shot across the air and landed before the woman with the crystal orb.

She instantly sensed the overwhelming vitality sealed within. Any lingering doubts in her heart vanished. Without hesitation, she reached into her orb and summoned a radiant torrent of divine points.

A total of 2.75 million divine points—each shimmering like golden suns—gathered before Owen.

When the others saw this most mysterious and senior of the group make a purchase, they exchanged hesitant glances—and then one by one, clenched their jaws and pulled out their own hard-earned reserves.

For beings like them, this was no optional luxury.

It was a necessity. A lifeline.

So even though the cost was great, they each chose to buy.