Lin Baichuan's words pierced Hu Xiaodie like knives, making her regret things all the more.
Had she known this would happen, she should never have played those little tricks in the first place, only to have to repay the price twofold today.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. Now that the matter had become a foregone conclusion, no amount of remorse could do her any good.
She looked at Lin Baichuan and said in a deep voice, "Then how much does Young Master Lin require?"
"Five million cubic measures of Immortal Crystals, and this turtle shell will be yours."
Lin Baichuan chuckled lightly.
"Five million cubic measures? This..."
Hu Xiaodie's expression changed drastically, and her entire body trembled. The two million cubic measures of Immortal Crystals she had offered before had already been her limit.
Yet Lin Baichuan had raised the price by three million cubic measures with a single word, more than doubling it.
She simply could not produce such an enormous sum of Immortal Crystals. Even selling herself would be useless.
Hu Xiaodie's face grew increasingly grim, and a trace of anger—even resentment—rose within her.
She felt that Lin Baichuan was going too far, bullying her beyond measure.
He was clearly determined to make things difficult for her.
But the problem was that she had no way around it. In strength, she was inferior to him; in status and backing, she was inferior as well. She knew there was nothing she could do against Lin Baichuan.
"Young Master Lin, five million cubic measures of Immortal Crystals is truly too much. I simply cannot afford it."
Hu Xiaodie bit her lip and said in a low voice, "I know that last time, it was this little woman's fault that made Young Master Lin uncomfortable. This