He was still a long way from Qi Refining Great Perfection. He would only be able to make his first attempt at Foundation Establishment around seventy years old; among those with Three Spiritual Roots, this speed counted as lower-middle.
He had spent a great deal of time on alchemy in the early stages, so he had been somewhat slower, but now he was gradually catching up.
And Wang Yu was not even thirty, yet he already had this level of cultivation. He truly was extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Zhou Tao's confidence in Wang Yu grew even stronger.
He did not want to die either.
And so.
His voice softened considerably, and he spoke in a gentle, quiet tone:
"Brother Wang, I know you have ability. If you can save Zhou's life, I'll give you fifty percent of the Society's profits from this period. How about it?
"This is already the greatest promise I can make. The Society members take away more than half the earnings; it doesn't all go into Zhou's pocket."
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to kill this man on the spot, Wang Yu asked, "How many Spirit Stones is fifty percent?"
Seeing that there was a chance, Zhou Tao's eyes lit up.
"One hundred and twenty thousand Spirit Stones."
"Hiss—"
Wang Yu could not help sucking in a breath of cold air. This son of a bitch really had earned a lot, and this was only his one-sided claim. Someone like this could not possibly hand over all his earnings to him just to preserve his life.
Otherwise, back then, he would not have been greedy enough to openly violate the sect rules.
However, he could not truly fight to mutual destruction either.
The timing was wrong.
Since there was a step to descend,