Yu Xiaogang sat listlessly in his chair for the entire night, his eyes bloodshot as methods of obtaining Lin Xuan's blood churned over and over in his mind.
Taking it by force was out of the question. Even if he and Tang San joined forces, they probably would not be Lin Xuan's match.
Stealing it in secret offered few opportunities, while schemes and traps might alarm the Old Dean. Every approach came with a considerable price, leaving him so conflicted he was nearly driven mad.
It was not until the sky began to pale with dawn that he suddenly slapped his thigh and settled on the most straightforward idea—buy it with money!
In his eyes, Lin Xuan was obsessively attached to Gold Soul Coins and treasures in every aspect of his conduct. His years of "robbing" Tang San undoubtedly stemmed from inheriting the dragon nature's greed for wealth.
If that was the case, then with a sufficient price, he might not be unable to buy a drop of Lin Xuan's blood.
As soon as dawn broke, Yu Xiaogang stationed himself outside the Seventh Dormitory.
Being stopped by Yu Xiaogang again, Lin Xuan's temper flared at once. A chilling gleam shot from his eyes as he prepared to treat Yu Xiaogang to a twelve-hundred-pound fist.
But before Lin Xuan could show his impatience and throw a punch, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly spoke, rapidly explaining why he had come.
"Lin Xuan, I don't mean any harm this time, nor am I here to cause you trouble. I only want to make a deal with you."
He took a deep breath and put forth his utmost sincerity.
"As long as you are willing to provide some of your blood, I will agree to any condition you name. Even if you want Soul Tools, rare