Zishi

Thousand Spirits Immortal City, the same Merchant Guild.

At that moment, teams of Puppets were carrying things out of the Merchant Guild, while Xiong Li and the other two stood quietly at its entrance, watching.

"Who would have thought? The Merchant Guild was where the real haul was~"

Ying Ci was delighted. As long as he received even a small share of this income, he could upgrade his mid-tier Dao Artifact short sword to a high-tier one. It seemed he could even exchange for another Dao Artifact that increased his speed.

"You're setting us up with entrapment! The Immortal Artifacts and Dao Artifacts you brought out were all yours—you arranged this whole scheme to swindle us out of our things."

"You're nothing but a pack of bandits!!"

As he watched item after item being carried from the Merchant Guild, the shopkeeper cried out in heartache. When he looked at Xiong Li and the others, there was fear in his eyes.

The shopkeeper guessed that the Mahayana Venerable stationed in the Merchant Guild had been killed by the three of them. He likely would not meet a good end either.

"A bet was a bet. That was what we agreed upon from the start."

"How nice it would have been if you had obediently acknowledged those items. But you and that Mahayana Venerable both let greed rise in your hearts, so don't blame us for the outcome you face now," Ying Ci said with a smile, feeling immensely satisfied.

He still remembered the shopkeeper's smug, mocking expression when they opened the final few Spatial Rings during the second round.

Now, he had finally vented that grudge completely.

"Big Brother Han, thank you." Ying Ci looked seriously at Han Feiyu. If not for the scheme he had set up, his forty million