Scraping Together Money for a Fight
The sudden change in the situation stunned the crowd below who had just been cheering Yue Qianchou clasped his hands together in mid-air and placed two fingers in front of his chest, driving thousands of flying swords to chase after them in three directions. Qing Yaoyao's sword shadows surged forward, quickly catching up with the three.
In a split second, the three of them almost simultaneously released their protective Gang Qi, temporarily withstanding the attack of the flying swords. The flying swords in the air coalesced into three spiky spheres.
Yue Qianchou glanced at it lightly, then opened his joined palms, and three dark shadows shot out, directly disappearing into the sphere formed by the flying sword.
"Ah!" Three screams rang out in the air. Those below thought to themselves, "It's over!" Yue Qianchou waved his arms, and a thousand flying swords surged back, disappearing into his sleeves. Three of the flying swords carried three Storage Bag to him. For a cultivator who could casually produce a million, the contents of their Storage Bag were probably not bad, so they naturally accepted them with a smile.
Three corpses fell limply from the sky. The ground here was newly cleared, and the soil was very soft. The three bodies crashed down, creating half a deep crater, and were embedded in the ground. This time, he didn't destroy the evidence; he wanted to intimidate everyone, to show them, "I've killed three early Tribulation stage cultivators. Those Nascent Soul Realm cultivators shouldn't bark at me anymore."
Furong gasped in astonishment. The man who Spirit Nurturing Grass with her in Myriad Fragrance Garden back then... had he become so powerful now, killing three early Tribulation stage cultivators in the blink of an eye? The magnificent scene of thousands of flying swords appearing shocked her even more, as majestic as a god.
He soared down on his sword, and upon landing, the flying swords sprang up and disappeared into his sleeve. All eyes were fixed on his sleeve; how could it hold so many flying swords? Perhaps he had two Storage Bag strapped inside?
Yue Qianchou picked up the Storage Bag at Furong's feet, put them away, and strode back to the center of the arena. He said loudly, "Is there anyone else who is not Qi Ingestion? I'll say it again: anyone who can afford it can come and compete with me, no limit on the number of people."
He pointed to half of the map and said, "If you can afford it, it's fine if we all come at once."
He then pointed to Mi Rushan and said, "Those who are capable but have no money can ask Great Venerable Mi for help. He has already lent money to me once before, so he probably won't favor one over another or look down on others."
Mi Rushan stared at him with a cold gaze, saying nothing, but a faint killing intent emanated from him. Those standing close enough could already feel it.
Yue Qianchou glanced at him and sneered.
I've shown my two precious swords, and I don't believe no one's eyeing them. I want to see how much money Guangzhao Peak has to lend out, and whether you'll lend it or not. It's not easy to offend people, especially a lot of them. It's a headache if one family doesn't repay, but it's infuriating if everyone defaults!
People around were whispering among themselves. After waiting for a while, Yue Qianchou shouted, "Is nobody here? If nobody's coming, then I'll leave." As he spoke, he started walking back.
"Wait!" Almost a dozen shouts rang out simultaneously. Yue Qianchou turned his head and saw a group of people discussing something. Then they all nodded. Good heavens! More than fifty people came out together. The leader pointed at him and said, "Yue Qianchou, you said it yourself, it's fine if we all come at you. I have fifty-eight men here. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"
Damn it! Could there be Spirit Transformation stage hiding here? Yue Qianchou glanced at the group of people, then felt relieved. With Nong Zhu here, it was impossible for him to see a Spirit Transformation stage and remain silent. Although Nong Zhu often argued with him, he wouldn't act recklessly on matters of principle. Even if he didn't give him face, he would still give face to his master.
"In the Huaxia Cultivation World, I, Yue Qianchou, am renowned for my absolute word. What I say is like water spilled—it cannot be taken back. You may doubt anything, but you absolutely cannot doubt my reputation." Yue Qianchou thumped his chest loudly. He continued, "Of course, no matter how many of you come, not a single Spirit Stone will be missing. Fifty-eight people. Fifty-eight million high-grade Spirit Stones. If even one is missing, I will not accompany you."
The group exchanged glances and nodded in unison. They walked up to Mi Rushan together. Before they could even speak, Mi Rushan's usually calm face twitched. He didn't need to ask to guess their intention: to borrow Spirit Stone!
Sure enough, the group bowed in unison. The leader cupped his hands and said, "Great Venerable, we only have about eight million spirit stones on us. We hope that the Great Venerable can lend us fifty million high-grade Spirit Stones, which we will definitely repay in full afterward." His tone was very firm, as if repaying the money was not a difficult task, probably because he thought that with so many people, victory was assured.
Yue Qianchou chuckled upon hearing this. It was lively when everyone pooled their money to borrow; once the money was lent out, if even one or two families reneged, there was no way to get it back. Everyone would inevitably pass the buck. Unless everyone was conscientious, but that hope was slim. When it came to repayment, everyone would hold back, waiting to see if others would repay. If others did, that was fine, but the chain reaction of this wait-and-see approach seemed to be waiting and waiting some more. Why should I repay if others won't?
Back in his early days on the internet, Yue Qianchou had worked as a debt collector. Many business owners, having encountered these kinds of scoundrels and struggling to collect their money, would turn to him for help with forcibly collecting debts. He'd seen many similar cases, so...
Mi Rushan frowned slightly, seemingly sensing something was amiss. Just as he was about to speak, Yue Qianchou shouted, "If you want to borrow money, at least be sincere! Bow! Bow deeply, don't make it seem like we're obligated to lend you money. If it were me, I'd say one thing: I don't have that much money on me, and I won't lend it to you."
More than fifty people turned around at once, and the leader sneered, "This is our business, it's none of your concern." "Heh! I'm just being nosy, you guys continue," Yue Qianchou said with a cheerful wave of his hand.
Knowing his character well, Nong Zhu couldn't help but laugh. This guy was too wicked; he was stubbornly clinging to Huo Zongming's people! In the end, he might not be able to get the money back, which would be like throwing it away for nothing. Even if he did get it back, it would cause resentment from everyone, who would blame him for lending money to these people to their deaths.
Nong Zhu didn't believe that just because these people had a numerical advantage, they would necessarily gain the upper hand over Yue Qianchou. Judging from the faint but palpable murderous Sha Qi emanating from the young man's brow, he seemed determined to wreak havoc and escalate things today. Sigh! It seems those old fogies have driven this guy to desperation! This kid's going to have to resort to force!
Mi Rushan glanced at Yue Qianchou, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, but it vanished almost instantly. He had indeed intended to politely refuse, but Yue Qianchou had exposed his true intentions beforehand, leaving him in a dilemma. He was caught in a trap from both sides. Lending it was also a trap, but not lending it would only lead him into the trap he had just been caught in, and who knew what these people would think.
"It's not that I don't want to lend it, but unfortunately I don't have many Spirit Stone left. I only have about three million, how can I possibly come up with fifty million? Besides, I've never carried that many Spirit Stone before. I can't exactly go back to Guangzhao Peak to get them now, can I?" Xiao then took out a Storage Bag and handed it to Mi Rushan, saying, "If it can help you, take it!"
The group of over fifty people looked at each other, unsure whether to accept the offer or not, and immediately began to discuss it among themselves.
Damn it! Getting old really doesn't make you a pushover. She actually used a lizard-like tactic of sacrificing her tail to save herself, sacrificing a pawn to save the king! Yue Qianchou cursed inwardly. With Mi Ruxiao doing this, no one would ask him for loans anymore.
The group still borrowed the three million, and then everyone started shaking out their Storage Bag, rummaging for Spirit Stone. A group of cultivators with considerable strength! They actually needed more than fifty people to pool their money for a single fight. Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, fifty-eight people, old and strong, were rummaging through their Storage Bag, a scene that made many of them feel a pang of sadness.
Yue Qianchou stared blankly for a long time, feeling that he couldn't bear to watch any longer. If he continued watching, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it later.
Of the original fifty-eight people, forty-seven left the stage to Yue Qianchou's astonishment. The remaining eleven seemed to be the most powerful among them, apparently feeling more confident about their chances of success. Yue Qianchou immediately heard Nong Zhu's voice transmission. "Of these eleven, six are in the early Tribulation stage, and the rest are in the late stages of Nascent Soul. You better watch out, kid."
The man, carrying a Storage Bag, respectfully approached Wen Rui, bowed, and placed the Storage Bag at his feet before turning back. Wen Rui suddenly felt uneasy; the scene of them scraping together money had been rather pathetic, and he suddenly felt like he was partly to blame. He glanced back at Nong Zhu, who was obliviously winking and suppressing a smile.
After returning to his original position, the man waved at the stunned Yue Qianchou and shouted, "Where are your one million high-grade Spirit Stones?"
"Huh? Oh! Hmm!" Yue Qianchou realized what was happening. He jogged over to Wen Rui, squatted down, pulled out a Storage Bag, and put down his own. Then he grabbed the one Liu Cai had put down. The man was about to question him when he noticed that Yue Qianchou was squatting on the ground, seemingly counting the Spirit Stone in the Storage Bag.
The words that were about to be spoken were swallowed back down. It wasn't wrong for him to want to check if any Spirit Stone were missing! What could he say? If he went to check on the other person, Yue Qianchou would also be speechless.
"They also have a sect or sect background. They won't let you off easily in front of everyone." Wen Rui couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but speak up.
"That's not necessarily true. The more prestigious the family, the more likely they are to do despicable and shameful things. Eighty thousand is not a small amount." Yue Qianchou said this after finishing counting the Spirit Stone, nodding and saying, "The amount is good."
Nong Zhu couldn't help but mock, "You're being a bit too blatant, aren't you? Aren't you ashamed?"
Yue Qianchou gave him a "none of your business" look, then waved to the eleven people and said, "Begin." He then flicked a flying sword from his sleeve, mounted it, and soared straight into the sky, this time flying very, very high.
I finished the third update today! This is exhausting! I'm dead tired!
I recommend a friend's book, an urban fantasy novel (book number: [ISBN number missing]). The title is "Super Farm Owner," where farm crops come to life, allowing you to become a real-life super farm owner.
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