Ming Xue's face turned livid as he loudly denied it.
"Purple Moon, don't spit blood at people!"
"I've been in seclusion at Baleful Intent Hall this whole time. I knew nothing about you going out. What right do you have to dump this filth on me?!"
Qing Yang said coldly from the side.
"Whether it's filth or not, everyone knows perfectly well. There's no point in denying it."
"Cang Yun is already dead. This debt can only be laid at your door."
Qing Yang looked at Ming Xue, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Asking for eighty percent of your Fortune is already Senior's mercy, sparing your life because he does not wish to create further slaughter."
"If you refuse to hand it over, then we'll settle this according to the rules of the Luofu Realm."
Ming Xue ground his teeth, yet could not utter a single word in rebuttal.
He did not dare make a move.
Even if he could defeat Qing Yang and Purple Moon, he absolutely did not dare run wild in Azure Moon Pavilion.
That One could turn him into nothingness with a single punch at any moment.
Seeing the situation deadlocked, Ling Xu braced himself and stepped out to smooth things over.
"Fellow Daoist Purple Moon, Ming Xue brought this upon himself. We will not interfere in his matter."
"But seventy percent of our Fortune is truly too much."
Ling Xu looked at Purple Moon, his tone earnest.
"Cultivation has not been easy for any of us. Handing over seventy percent would be no different from crippling our foundations."
"How about fifty percent? Each of us will hand over fifty percent of our Fortune. That can count as a generous gift."
Feng Gu nodded repeatedly.
"That's right, fifty percent. We are willing to hand