"How much were you planning to wager?" Zhen Shuo asked with a teasing smile. If he hadn't worried that asking for too much would scare the other man off, he would have wanted to raise the stakes even higher. As one of the top True Immortal experts in the Tortoise-Spirit Immortal Domain, with a distinguished background, Zhen Shuo had enormous cultivation expenses and plenty of personal expenditures. Even so, the immortal crystals he had accumulated far exceeded what an ordinary True Immortal could possess.
"Three hundred thousand. That's the only amount worthy of your status, Fellow Daoist Zhen," Lu Xiaotian replied.
The moment Lu Xiaotian named that figure, Xiao Yu, Cheng Santong, and the others all sucked in a sharp breath. Forget True Immortals—even some Profound Immortals probably couldn't produce that many immortal crystals. Every Profound Immortal held a high position in the immortal domain, but cultivation, personal expenses, damage to their immortal artifacts from fighting enemies, and social obligations all consumed immortal crystals. They could never have much left over.
And even if they had a certain number of immortal crystals on hand, they would do their best to turn them into tangible strength or use them to cultivate connections in the immortal domain, hoping to rise to a higher position. Profound Immortals and True Immortals alike had their own cultivation caves in the immortal domain, where immortal qi was exceptionally dense. Their consumption of immortal crystals was nowhere near as terrifying as Lu Xiaotian's.
So, keeping immortal crystals piled up in their hands served little purpose.
"Three hundred thousand low-grade immortal crystals? You've got some nerve. You're not just naming a figure on purpose so you can find an excuse not to fight me, are you? That's a rather clever little scheme you've come up with," Zhen Shuo