You All Must Die!
The refined man was the Fugan Sect's sect master, named Pei Sili.
This guy had a hobby: he loved watching excitement unfold and never minded making things bigger.
After learning Jun Changxiao's identity and recalling his grudges with the Imperial Sword Mysterious Sect and Ling Dao Mysterious Sect, he began playing tricks.
Indeed.
Pei Sili had stirred things up and enjoyed quite a show, but the price was being remembered by Jun Changxiao.
Gousheng, who had always loved scheming against others, naturally could not tolerate being schemed against himself. He first blocked the man off and gave him a vicious beating, then stated a small goal.
"You heard me right."
Jun Changxiao rubbed the sole of his shoe across Pei Sili's face a few times and said, "If you want him to live, pay one hundred million Mysterious Stones!"
This was truly a lion opening its jaws wide!
"Jun... Sect Master Jun..." An elder looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears. "Even if our Fugan Sect smashed our pots and sold our iron, we still couldn't produce that many Mysterious Stones!"
Not to mention an unranked sect—even a Mystic Rank sect would suffer grievous losses and have its very bones and sinews injured by producing one hundred million.
"That is your problem, not mine. If you cannot hand over one hundred million, he must die today!" Jun Changxiao said coldly.
"..."
If they had not seen their sect master lying on the ground and looking at them with agonized eyes, the higher-ups might have said that they should simply let him die.
"Jun... Sect Master Jun..." Pei Sili laboriously took out a map and said weakly, "I have... treasure..."
"Oh?"
Jun Changxiao waved a hand and took it. He found it was