"Next, we should talk about compensation and repayment!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Shi Huarong raised his head, looked at Mu Feng blankly, and asked: "Compensation?
repay?"
“You insulted me as a pariah, were ungrateful, and slandered me. Shouldn’t you compensate me?
I saved your life, shouldn’t I repay you in return?”
Mu Feng stared at Shi Huarong calmly.
Shi Huarong was angry and wanted to explode, but when he thought of the killing intent in Mu Feng's eyes just now, he immediately fell silent.
Mu Feng is too strong, and she can't do anything about the former at the moment.
Yi Yan hurriedly said: "What you said is absolutely true! I just don't know how you want to compensate and repay me?"
After Mu Feng proposed compensation, Yi Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
This showed that the boy in front of him didn't want to kill them yet.
After all, with the strength shown by the young man in front of him, it would be very easy to kill them and silence them.
"Compensation is one hundred low-level spiritual stones, and repayment is one hundred spiritual stones! A total of two hundred low-level spiritual stones!"
Mu Feng stretched out two fingers and said calmly.
Shi Huarong, the man in gray and the old man in black robe all took a breath.
Two hundred low-level spiritual stones, even for their historians, is an absolutely sky-high price! "Are you crazy?"
Shi Huarong screamed, stood up and stared at Mu Feng.
"Now let me ask you, do you want spiritual stones or your life?"
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Shi Huarong coldly, sending a chill down the latter's spine.
"I promise you!"
Shi Huarong lowered his noble head and sighed: "Now, we don't have any spiritual stones with us, so we need to go back to Shi's house to raise them!"
As the top power in Cangnan, the Shi family can still raise two hundred spiritual stones.
"Can!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Shi Huarong's beautiful eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "Huarong doesn't know your honorable name yet, sir, can you tell me?"
"Mu Feng!"
Hearing this, Shi Huarong said respectfully: "Mr. Mu, can you lend me the Deep Pond Mist Flame? My father is suffering from fire poison and is in danger. Only the Deep Pond Mist Flame can detoxify him!"
Mu Feng said indifferently: "What does your father's life and death have to do with me?"
Shi Huarong bit his lips tightly and said: "Master Mu, I am willing to give you another hundred spirit stones to use the deep pool mist flames!"
When she discovered that Mu Feng was in urgent need of spiritual stones, she understood that using spiritual stones as reward might be useful.
"A hundred spiritual stones are asking me to lend you the Deep Pond Mist Flame?"
Mu Feng sneered.
Shi Huarong's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then two hundred spirit stones!"
"Okay! Let's make a written statement!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Shi Huarong smiled bitterly, took out the rice paper, and wrote in black and white.
Yi Yan and the old man in black robe watched Shi Huarong hand over the receipt, but stopped talking.
In this way, they owed Mu Feng four hundred low-level spiritual stones.
Although the Shi family has a great family and a great career, if they want to take out four hundred low-level spiritual stones at once, it will be very difficult.
Mu Feng glanced at the paper and put it away.
He tapped the center of his eyebrows with his right hand, and saw that the gray dots between his eyebrows turned into a wisp of mist, floating in front of him and burning slowly.
Mu Feng tapped his finger lightly, and a wisp of mist sparks jumped out of the mist flames in the deep pool.
With a flick of his finger, mist sparks fell in front of Shi Huarong.
"This ray of sparks has been refined by me and can swallow any fire poison! Take it back and place it between your father's eyebrows. He will be cured in three days!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Shi Huarong was startled, and she quickly said: "Didn't you say you wanted to borrow the mist flames from the deep pool?
Why only give a little spark?"
Mu Feng said calmly: "Does your historian family have a Xuan-level spiritual medicine master?"
Shi Huarong shook his head and said, "No?"
"Since there is no such thing, if you take all the deep pool mist flames back, you will only harm your father!"
Mu Feng said.
"But..." Shi Huarong wanted to say something else, but Mu Feng interrupted: "I said, this spark can save your father, then it can! Do you dare to question me?"
Seeing Mu Feng's impatience, Shi Huarong did not dare to refute, but resentment arose in his heart.
Next, Shi Huarong, Yi Yan, and the old man in black robe cleaned up the corpses around them and then said goodbye and left.
"Mr. Mu, do you really believe in Shi Huarong and the historians?"
He Fei said worriedly.
Mu Feng said calmly: "No one dares not to give me what I want! If I don't give it, I will pay with my life!"
He Fei trembled all over, and in his heart he began to mourn for the historian.
At this moment, he has already regarded Mu Feng as a god.
Next, Mu Feng ordered He Fei to pick the elixir at the bottom of the cliff, while he dealt with the body of the Ice Silk Spider King.
The Ice Silk Spider King is a life wheel level spiritual beast, and it can be said that his whole body is full of treasures.
He peeled off the crystal clear watch case of the Ice Silk Spider King and prepared to use the watch case to refine defensive weapons.
He also took out the most essential spider silk from the Ice Silk Spider King's abdomen.
This strand of essence spider silk was shining with golden light, sharper and tougher than the silver thread spun out by the Ice Silk Spider King when he fought with him.
Golden spider silk can be refined into offensive weapons.
Mu Feng pried open the Ice Silk Spider King's forehead and took out the beast core hidden inside.
The Ice Silk Spider King's core is about the size of a palm, oval in shape, and its surface is covered with vein-like fine lines.
"It's worthy of being the core of a Life Wheel level spiritual beast, it's really a majestic energy!"
Mu Feng held the crystal core of the beast and suddenly felt refreshed, with a gleam in his eyes.
He estimated that the energy of this beast core was enough to be worth nearly a hundred low-level spiritual stones.
"Relying on this beast core, I can form a life wheel in a short time, condense spiritual energy, and step into the life wheel realm."
Mu Feng's eyes were shining brightly. He first ordered He Fei to protect the law around the bottom of the cliff, and then started to practice.
The moment he practiced, the wordless golden book deep in his soul opened again, and he secretly snatched the beast core energy from Mu Feng.
Mu Feng had long been accustomed to the "stealing" of wordless golden books. He just pretended not to see it and concentrated on running the "Eternal Bible".
While Mu Feng was practicing, Shi Huarong and the others left the bottom of the cliff and walked out of Juetian Cliff Forest.
"Miss, there are only five hundred spirit stones in our historian's inventory, which have been accumulated by our ancestors for generations! You suddenly agreed to give us four hundred spirit stones..." Yi Yan sighed softly with worry on his face.
Shi Huarong's eyes flashed with resentment, and he said: "Uncle Yi, who said I would give him four hundred spiritual stones?"
Yi Yan and the old man in black robe were stunned and looked at Shi Huarong at the same time.
"Our Shi family is the most powerful force in the southern region of Cangnan. If Mu Feng dares to come to the Shi family to ask for the spirit stone, then I will let him never come back!"
Shi Huarong sneered, tightened the reins, and walked away.
Yi Yan frowned slightly, he always felt that Mu Feng was not simple, and he saved them after all, and also helped to deal with the fire poison of the head of the Shi family.
If these historians go back on their word, it will be a bit ugly.
"Brother Yi, this is entirely the fault of Mu Feng! Whoever made him open his mouth, greed will always have to pay the price!"
The old man in black robe glanced at Yi Yan, then also rode the horse, following Shi Huarong.
"Is it really that simple?"
Yi Yan's eyes were still flashing with worry and he sighed softly.