Cheng Wuyou's beard twitched. He suddenly drew the spirit sword in his hand and barked, "You think you can rob people on the Kunlun Mountains? Let's see how you like my sword!"
But Wang Xian suddenly shouted, "Hold it!"
He looked past Cheng Wuyou at the dozens of cultivators behind him, then at the furious woman with her striking, bewitching face, and started laughing.
He muttered, "Come on, come on. Anyone among you who wants to pay to pass, step forward first. Once I've collected the money, you can go ahead. The rest of you can attack together. I'm in a hurry."
Everyone was stunned.
What kind of confidence was this? What kind of arrogance? He actually planned to challenge the elders and experts of two great sects all by himself?
He was crazy!
Even so, seven people stepped out from behind Cheng Wuyou.
Someone called out, "It's only a hundred gold coins. Consider it toll money for the Kunlun Sword Sect!"
Another shouted, "I'll pay you first. Once I'm up the mountain, I'll get the Sword Sect's elders to reimburse me!"
"Exactly! You there, I'll give you the money!"
"That's right. Seeing as you're standing here halfway up the mountain, freezing in the wind, how about I reward you with a hundred gold coins?"
One after another, the seven people pulled out money and stuffed it into Wang Xian's hand, then floated up the mountain path and disappeared from Cheng Wuyou and the others' sight.
The remaining forty-nine stared in disbelief at this turn of events.
That worked? Since when had these people become so generous with a hundred gold coins?
The rest paid up almost without hesitation, then hurried after the others, flying up the Kunlun Mountains.
Wang Xian put away the coins and turned toward Cheng Wuyou,