"Uh..."
The cultivator whose Blood God had fallen stared blankly at Li Yu. "What... did you say?"
"Young man, want to buy a Blood God?"
Li Yu smiled at the cultivator. "Your Blood God has fallen, and you have lost your qualifications for the trial. You are about to miss out on the Blood Immortal Inheritance! Are you unwilling to accept that? Are you dissatisfied? Are you..."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
His longsword flew from its sheath, sword qi soaring into the sky. The cultivator from the One Sword Sect flew into a rage. "You dare humiliate me? I'll fight you to the death!"
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Li Yu had come to fleece people... ah, to do business, not to fight. He hurriedly waved his hand and released a beam of blood light. "See? I'm just selling Blood Gods. What's the big deal? Tell me, what kind do you want? It's opening day, so this humble daoist will give you a discount and tailor one specifically for you."
"You..."
Upon seeing the blood light in Li Yu's hand, the One Sword Sect cultivator shuddered.
That blood light was clearly identical to the one he had used to nurture his Blood God before.
With that, the One Sword Sect cultivator began to half-believe Li Yu's utterly absurd claim that he could sell Blood Gods.
"Oh, I remember now. You're the cultivator who nurtured a blood sword, right? Your Blood God is a sword?"
Li Yu nodded and said to the One Sword Sect cultivator, "Release a strand of sword qi. This humble daoist will tailor a Blood God Sword for you."
"You... you can really sell Blood Gods?"
The One Sword Sect cultivator blinked, still finding it utterly unbelievable.
But... he could not afford to miss the Blood Immortal Inheritance.