Zhunti: What the Heck? More Money?

Inside the Grand Hall on Mount Sumeru, Zhunti sighed. "Senior Brother, Amitabha Demon God, the two of you tell me what we should do about this. Qingping is being way too ruthless. I mean, I thought our offer was already good enough, yet he actually wants more money..."

Amitabha pondered for a moment before saying, "So, his true form is the Qingping Sword, right?"

Zhunti nodded. "Yeah. Doesn't everyone in the entire Primordial Wilderness know that? Why are you asking?"

Amitabha chuckled. "Tell Guanyin that you agree to give Qingping twelve Innate Geng Metal Bodhi Leaves. Once that kid obtains Bodhi Leaves infused with Geng Metal energy, he can break through to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. By then... that little issue of his insufficient Immortal Root won't be an issue anymore."

Zhunti was stunned. "Holy crap, Demon God, ever since I became bald, I haven't had much of the most authentic Geng Metal Bodhi Leaves left in stock. Every leaf I use is one less! You want to send out twelve at once?"

Amitabha chuckled. "Guess how long Qingping, at the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, would need to defeat Sun Wukong?"

Zhunti immediately sent a voice transmission to Guanyin, informing her of the new terms. Guanyin faithfully relayed them to Qingping.

Qingping fell silent for a moment, seemingly "weighing the pros and cons." In the end, the sharp sword aura soaring around him slowly subsided. He gave an almost imperceptible nod toward the void and transmitted, "Fine. This time, I'll give the Buddhist Sect some face. I'll pretend to fight the monkey for fifty rounds, then stop. When the time comes, I'll just act like I can't beat him."

The deal was struck!

Above Flower-Fruit Mountain, the atmosphere instantly became "subtle."

Qingping attacked again. Sword light