One million is equivalent to all the spiritual stones in a Nascent Soul cultivator's body.
Ordinary Nascent Soul casual cultivators, or guest ministers who don't have much money, may not be able to come up with this amount.
"Five hundred thousand." Zhao Xianji gritted his teeth and bargained. "I can only afford so much now."
"Zhao Zhenjun, do you think I'm discussing buying groceries with you?"
I even bargained with him.
The man and woman who had just spoken out against Zhao Xianji suddenly started to sing together about this matter.
Male cultivator: "You are a dignified elder, don't you want to default on your debt?"
"It's possible. After all, no one can find her once she retreats to the kennel, right?"
"Hahaha! Zhenjun Su Ci is right. He pops up his head to bite someone, then retracts and hides. This has always been the behavior of these beasts."
"You two stinky bitches from the Hehuan Sect, Li Chengfeng, don't go too far!" Zhao Xianji finally couldn't bear it any longer.
Su Ci sneered: "Just say a few words and our Zhao Zhenjun will lose his temper. Two hundred years ago, my disciple was used as a cauldron by you to pluck to death and his body was thrown into the wilderness.
When I came to see you, you had been a coward for more than ten years and didn't dare to show your face. Now, with just a few jokes, you are thinking about saving face again. "
If she hadn't been able to kill Zhao Xianji by herself, how would she have let this feud drag on until now?
"While all the fellow Taoists and seniors are here today, why not settle the grudges between us."
"Nonsense, I don't know what you are talking about." The most taboo thing in the world of cultivation is to use other people's disciples as a furnace, let alone kill him. Once he admits it, he will become a public enemy of everyone. How can he still do it?
He is destined to return to the sect alive.
Perhaps because he was worried that Su Ci would continue to bite him, Zhao Xianji's attitude towards Shang Xun was much more relaxed this time.
"This matter is due to my poor discipline of my disciples. Three days later, one million high-grade spiritual stones will be presented to me. What does Shang Shaozong decide?"
Seeing that Zhao Xianji's face was so ugly that he was about to get angry, he suddenly changed his subject, "But I believe that with the testimony of City Master Meng and other True Lords present, Zhao True Lord will not break his promise, right?"
Zhao Xianji threw down his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and said arrogantly: "Of course."
After all, he is a respectable Yuanying monk and an elder of the God-killing Hall. How could he easily break his promise and get rich?
Shang Xun smiled reassuringly, "In that case, there is no need for me to write you an IOU. See you in three days."
Then he ignored Zhao Xianji's almost flaming gaze, called Huo Qizhi and the others, and left.
When Huo Qizhi turned around, Qian Chuanzi suddenly called him.
"Senior Brother Huo!"
Huo Qizhi paused and looked up, but his gaze was extremely cold and mixed with murderous intent.
Touched by this sight, Qian Chuanzi's whole body froze, as if his throat was stuck and he couldn't utter a single word.
Yes, ever since he decided to kill his master, their relationship was destined not to have a good outcome.
Huo Qizhi turned around and walked away without any regrets, never giving Qian Chuan Zi another look.
When the song ended and everyone dispersed, a Nascent Soul monk who had not yet left above said to the people on the ground, "I hope you're still not leaving?"
"Yes, Master." Looking away from Wang Shangxun and the others, Gu Yuqi turned around and saluted Master, and then followed Wei Ran and left.
…
"Young Sect Leader, Qian Chuanzi is also involved, we won't just let her go." Xiao Lou said on the way back.
Shang Xun looked straight and said calmly, "Zhao Xianji is bleeding heavily. Do you think he will let go of the culprit who caused his heavy losses?"
Obviously not.
When everyone dispersed at the door of the God-killing Hall, Zhao Xianji entered the room with a string of money and threw the person on the ground.
"One million, one million! One million!!" He paced back and forth in the room, one voice drowning out the other.
Suddenly, Zhao Xianji came over quickly and grabbed Qian Chuanzi's neck fiercely.
"Look at the good things you two sisters have done!"
Breathing became difficult due to the tightened hands, and her face gradually turned purple. At the last moment, Zhao Xianji threw her away again.
“It’s something that fails to succeed but fails to accomplish.”
Qian Chuanzi lay on the ground, covering his neck, coughing nonstop, and his body was trembling slightly because he was so close to death.
"No matter what compensation I can give you in three days, a hundred of you won't be enough, do you understand!" When he thought of being tricked by Shang Xun into taking away one million high-grade spiritual stones, Zhao Xianji wanted to slap Qian Chuanzi to death.
His body was still trembling with fear, but Qian Chuanzi knew in his heart that if he couldn't extinguish his anger as soon as possible, there would be endless torture waiting for him.
Qian Chuanzi hurriedly crawled over and hugged Zhao Xianji's calf, crying and admitting his mistake, "Master, I was wrong. I am useless. I will definitely repay the kindness of my life-saving master in the future."
After hearing what Qian Chuanzi said, Zhao Xianji squatted down and grabbed her collar, staring at her sinisterly with his inverted triangular eyes.
"Being like a cow or a horse? Who do you think you are? Even if you treat me like a loser for the rest of your life, you are not worth a million dollars, and you can't offset the shame I suffered today!"
Zhao Xianji raised his foot and kicked the person out mercilessly.
His petite body hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and splashed all over the floor.
Bloodshot lines flowed down the corners of her mouth, lining the delicate skin with a somewhat sadistic beauty.
Qian Chuanzi covered his painful chest and gasped slightly.
But soon, a pair of legs walked in front of her again, and Qian Chuanzi shrank back out of fear.
"Think about it carefully, you are actually valuable." Zhao Xianji lowered his body and whispered softly, one hand lingering on Qian Chuanzi's face.
As if he knew what he was referring to, Qian Chuanzi panicked, pulled Zhao Xianji's sleeves, and begged in a tearful voice, "Master, please don't, please let me go, I will form an elixir soon, I am still useful, Master
Please don’t do this to me!”
Zhao Xianji grabbed Qian Chuanzi's hand with his other hand and glanced from head to toe. After looking away, he smiled strangely at her.
“It’s going to be used by others anyway, why not let me enjoy it first haha.”
With that said, he ignored the woman's struggle and carried her to the bed.
"Master, no! No..."
Even if the disciples outside were curious about what happened in the room, they did not dare to pay too much attention or guess.
Besides, this kind of thing is very common in the entire God-killing Hall.
…
Dozens of powerful Nascent Souls suddenly appeared above the city, and many people in Gulang City naturally saw them.
Then they all came out to watch, wanting to see what was going on. The city lord was alarmed and even allowed so many powerful people to gather together.
Among the onlookers were Ji Xing and Meng Gu'an.
The place they made an appointment was only three blocks away from the residence of Killing God Hall. Standing on the second floor, you could clearly understand what happened here and what was said.
After the people in the air dispersed, the two returned to the room. Ji Xing lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. Even the interest in talking to Meng Gu'an just now became dull.
Seeing this, Meng Gu'an said, "I'm worried about your little Taoist friend. Let's go and see him and find out what's going on."
Ji Xing glanced at him, picked up the teacup, and said coldly to him, "I know."
It means that he has decided to visit someone later.
Meng Gu'an clicked his tongue twice, tapped his shoulder with his closed fan, shook his head and said, "I know, you got the wrong teacup, did you know that?"
With half a mouthful of tea in his mouth, Ji Xing could not help but stare at him as he swallowed and neither spit nor spat it out.
Meng Gu'an shrugged and said it was none of my business. You picked it up by mistake yourself.
After spitting out the tea and putting the cup aside, Ji Xing took a new cup and poured it into it.
At this time, Meng Gu'an knocked his head as if he was sorry, and said to Ji Xing, "Actually, I also remembered it wrong. The one just now was your tea cup."
Afraid that Ji Xing wouldn't believe it, he picked up another tea cup and took a sip.