The Blood Price for Spare Lives
Outside the Guixu, the elders of the various factions who witnessed this scene wore expressions of shock and anger. Some of the cleverer ones had already begun negotiating with Yang Zhantian over how much they needed to pay to ensure their own geniuses stayed alive.
Seeing how readily everyone fell into line, Yang Zhantian grinned from ear to ear and leisurely began collecting the payments.
Naturally, Yang Zhantian hadn't forgotten their host, the Rock Emperor Sect. Following the agreed-upon split, he immediately handed over the share of the spoils to Elder Long, who was stationed here.
"Haha, congratulations, Sect Master Yang! Congratulations to the Great Sun Sect!"
At this point, even Elder Long—who had soared ahead on the strength of his innate bloodline talent and never needed to risk his life cultivating—couldn't help admiring Bi Fan's talent and cultivation. He praised him sincerely, from the bottom of his heart.
"Haha, it's mainly because Bi Fan has such good talent. The fact that my Great Sun Sect managed to take him in was pure luck. It's nothing worth mentioning. We can't compare to the Rock Emperor Sect's people, who can advance to the ranks of the strongest through their bloodline alone. We simply can't compare."
As the saying went, a sedan chair needed people to carry it. Since the Rock Emperor Sect was the host, Yang Zhantian naturally adopted a humble stance.
Seeing Yang Zhantian act this way, Elder Long truly felt like befriending him. He said, "Given how well you understand the ways of the world, Sect Master Yang, and given young friend Bi Fan's talent and cultivation, once this ten-year period is over, as long as the passage is still near my Rock Emperor Sect, no one will lay a finger on young