Wang Chuanbei did not care what happened in the future; saving his little life was the most important thing right now.
"Granny, I really know I was wrong. Just give me the antidote! Where am I supposed to find spirit stones? Stop toying with me, I can't take this."
"One for 9,998, non-negotiable. Take it if you want it, leave it if you don't."
Beibei said firmly.
There was an old man in green robes among the crowd, and this person was the very one who had swindled the little one out of her spirit stones at the Under-Moon Auction in the God Realm!
Back in the God Realm, the little one had used a peach disguised as a Ginseng Fruit to sell to Emperor Liangwu, who in turn had presented it to his grandfather.
Later at the Under-Moon Auction City, this Old Man Liang had scammed four thousand top-grade spirit stones back from the little one before fleeing, never expecting to run into them again here.
Liu Shuangyan said, "Wang Chuanbei, do you want your life or your money? Figure it out for yourself."
"I... want my life! Save me quickly, I'll give—I'll give however many spirit stones you want."
Now gripped by bone-deep agony, Wang Chuanbei finally compromised.
Steward Chen had already sent men to summon the patriarch of the Wang family. Once the latter arrived and saw his son rolling around on the ground, his face was filled with fury.
Old Zhao said, "Patriarch Wang has arrived just in time. This son of yours is poisoned, and our Pill Machine Pavilion is powerless to help!"
Steward Chen smiled and said, "However, they have the ability. A single detoxification pill costs 9,988 top-grade spirit stones."
After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Patriarch Wang let out