Ten million High-grade Spirit Stones—honestly, even Ye Zhen was somewhat startled by that figure.
Even with a Small World behind him, along with the Lone Dragon Island Marketplace and his fief in North Sea Commandery, it would take Ye Zhen at least fifty or sixty years, perhaps even longer, to amass such a fortune.
It truly was a lavish offer.
But asking Ye Zhen to deliberately throw a match and admit defeat... he simply could not do that.
If it were under ordinary circumstances, Ye Zhen might have agreed to exchange the outcome of an arena-defense match for ten million High-grade Spirit Stones. Why turn down a benefit that was being handed to him for free?
But this was martial arts!
It concerned Ye Zhen's martial heart!
Spirit Stones were resources essential to martial cultivation, but given enough time, they could always be earned.
But once one's martial heart was lost, it would be truly difficult to find again.
"Throwing the match is impossible! If your martial artists can defeat me openly and honorably, I would welcome it!" Ye Zhen refused without much consideration.
The brown-robed elder's expression suddenly darkened. "Ten million High-grade Spirit Stones—you had better think this through! If you refuse, what you lose will not merely be ten million High-grade Spirit Stones. You should know what sort of people stand behind this old man!"
Of course Ye Zhen knew what kind of people stood behind the brown-robed elder. They were surely major merchants and powerful forces, the sort of major merchants and powerful forces who would stop at nothing.
Since this man had come to bribe Ye Zhen and ask him to throw the match, the way he profited was, nine times out of ten, through gambling on it.
And once gamblers saw red, there was nothing