Su Fan chatted with Venerable Mu Bai for a few more moments before putting away the Communication Formation Disk.
The top experts of Lesser Yuan Heaven, who normally held themselves high above the rest, had actually made an unprecedented gesture and given him ten percent of the battle arena's image profits. This "generosity" had indeed taken him by surprise.
He had to admit, those old fogies were still quite decent.
Little did he know that the mighty figures of Lesser Yuan Heaven had actually been forced into this reluctant act of cutting into their own profits by his fearsome reputation.
After all, wealth stirred the heart. If Su Fan learned of the enormous profits behind the images and flew into a rage, turning against them, all of Lesser Yuan Heaven might be unable to withstand the fury of this "Little Demon."
There was nothing they could do. Su Fan's reputation for ruthlessness was simply too great now.
It was not just the remote Lesser Yuan Heaven—even the top sects of those super planes did not want to provoke this Little Demon.
In particular, his feat of single-handedly slaying more than a dozen Integration Stage cultivators from the Great World had sent this Little Demon's status soaring along with his reputation.
This mere intermediate world seemed to be gradually becoming unable to contain this baleful god.
In truth, Su Fan really was not that sort of person. Although this fellow was greedy for money, he was still quite reasonable.
It was just that whenever he had wanted to reason with people in the past, no one had listened to him.
"Master... did we make another small fortune...?"
Li Chongxiu's sweet, syrupy voice was brimming with undisguised excitement as she fluttered her large eyes and moved close to Su Fan.
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