Xu Yan simply could not understand it. How could the Demon Cult's people all be so poor?
They had even ruined his chance to make a fortune.
"You helped me kill another Grandmaster. Don't you think the price should go up a little? A thousand Spirit Crystals to buy a Grandmaster's life is a bit insulting to Grandmasters."
Xu Yan looked at Du Yuying with utmost seriousness.
Inside the carriage, Yan Kuan was questioning his entire life.
When had Grandmasters become so easy to kill?
One palm for each—slapping them to death like mosquitoes. What kind of monster was this?
He was a Grandmaster too. He had cultivated painstakingly for over a century and endured countless dangers to attain the honored status of Grandmaster. Yet now he had discovered that Grandmasters were actually so cheap—a thousand Spirit Crystals could buy one's death?
He was numb all over!
Even the wounds on his body seemed to hurt less.
Du Yuying looked at Xu Yan's serious expression and nodded. "Three thousand Spirit Crystals. How about that?"
As Xu Yan took the spirit notes from Cui'er, he said, "I feel that Grandmasters aren't cabbages after all. They do have some strength. Killing them isn't easy for me either. It's very tiring."
Du Yuying and the others wore strange expressions. Killing a Grandmaster with one palm was what he called difficult?
"Using Spirit Crystals to measure a Grandmaster is simply too insulting to Grandmasters. I can't bear to do that!"
Xu Yan sighed.
Yan Kuan secretly nodded. Using Spirit Crystals to measure a Grandmaster was indeed too insulting to Grandmasters!
Before meeting this fellow, no Grandmaster had ever been slapped to death over a thousand Spirit Crystals!
"Then what does Young Master mean?"
Du Yuying asked after some thought.
"Do you have a Storage