Amassing a Fortune

Lei Dong had long been planning to come to the Nether King Hall and get his hands on some Spirit Transmutation Puppets. Naturally, he'd already factored this scene into his plans. He'd prepared a female Primordial Spirit in advance, just waiting for the female artifact spirit to take the bait.

At his words, the female artifact spirit's voice rang out, full of surprise and delight. "Give her to me! Give her to me!"

Lei Dong could hardly stop himself from slapping her. He'd just said that these were spoils he'd fought tooth and nail to obtain—plainly signaling that he meant to drive a hard bargain. And she'd simply opened her mouth and asked for the prize? Did she take him for a fool?

Silver Eighteen, on the other hand, had once been a member of the Ghost Race and had plenty of worldly experience. Even he felt embarrassed on the artifact spirit's behalf. Fortunately, he was a puppet, so even if his Primordial Spirit blushed, it wouldn't show on his face.

He could only cough twice before using a secret technique to communicate with the female artifact spirit, explaining Lei Dong's real plan to squeeze her for everything he could.

"Lei Dong, aren't you being shameless?" The female artifact spirit finally grasped Lei Dong's intentions and cried out in despair and indignation. "I just gave you ten thousand damaged puppets and eight hundred spirit pills! What more do you want?"

What a naive woman. Lei Dong sighed inwardly, but put on a righteous expression. "When we made our deal, I explained the terms and honored my promise to the letter. So don't make unreasonable demands. Our agreement never included my providing you with a suitable Primordial Spirit. If you want one, that's not impossible—but you'll have to offer something that