Reopening the Mountain Gate

After waiting five or six days, the three finally saw Xu Chunniang.

After hearing their proposal, she rejected it without a second thought.

"Since Ancestor Sheng said you must trade five spirit mines for them, then not one of those five spirit mines can be missing."

"Five spirit mines for only one Spiritual Vein? Fellow Cultivator, you are going too far in bullying us!"

The old man surnamed Zhao blew his beard and glared. If the sect's Spiritual Veins had not been running short, he would not even have wanted to surrender three spirit mines.

Xu Chunniang had originally been preparing to leave, but upon hearing this, she turned around and let her gaze settle on the three of them.

"If you wanted Spiritual Veins, why did you not attack the Primordial Chaos Sect sooner? Since you chose to stand by and watch from across the river, these Spiritual Veins have nothing to do with you.

"My Carefree Sect is rebuilding its mountain gate and taking in disciples far and wide. These Spiritual Veins are precisely what we need. If you cannot offer the price, why humiliate yourselves?"

Their faces turned green, then white. The old man surnamed Zhao was so furious that his lips trembled.

"That little girl certainly puts on grand airs. Heh! If we do not trade, then we do not trade. At worst, we will think of another way!"

Tang Chan furrowed his brows. "But all Spiritual Veins already have owners. Unless we venture deep into the mountains of the Western Regions, we simply cannot find more."

"At worst, this old man will make a trip to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains himself. Spirit mines are the foundation of my Myriad Sword Sect. Giving up three is already the limit. We absolutely cannot yield any more."