At Least Pay for It

Even Chang Kong himself felt aggrieved!

Although his injuries were severe, his cultivation level was still considerable, and with surging Spiritual Power protecting his heart meridian, as long as he didn't fight anyone, he would be basically unaffected and no different from a normal person.

However, upon hearing Ma Feifei mention 'twenty million' Spirit Crystal, Chang Kong was instantly stunned. His Spiritual Power froze, and before he could react, his severe injuries caused him to Chang Kong. Moreover, his injuries continued to worsen, pushing him toward death.

Simply put, he fainted from shock at the thought of twenty million Spirit Crystal...

"Master, are you alright?" Liu Ying helped Chang Kong and asked with concern.

Chang Kong shook his head and said, "It's alright."

At this moment, Chang Kong's injuries were being repaired by a mysterious force, allowing him to maintain his shattered meridians without using Spiritual Power. Just as he was about to express his gratitude to the old man, he discovered that the old man had already left the Bookstore and could not be found.

"What I mean is, do you still want that sword? If not, I'll start an auction right now," Ma Feifei asked, looking at Zhang Liu Ying next to Chang Kong.

"Live auction! Shop owners, we strongly demand an on-site auction!"

Ma Feifei's words instantly ignited the entire audience, and all the cultivators went wild.

"Shopkeeper, our family specializes in mining Spirit Crystal Vein Mine, we're very wealthy. How about you sell it to me for forty million? Forty million, how about it?" a cultivator in the shop shouted.

"Whoa!" Ma Feifei was startled and immediately doubled the amount. Sure enough, no matter which world you're in, miners are rich, nouveau riche!

"Shopkeeper, I'll offer fifty million! My family is also wealthy; we have shares in all Great Shang of the Great Chu!" another cultivator shouted.

"Shopkeeper, although I can't contribute as much as they do, I can still come up with forty million, plus a hundred stunning beauties!"

The Bookstore instantly transformed into a mini auction, with bids pouring in, making Ma Feifei genuinely excited!

Chang Kong and Liu Ying exchanged a glance and silently lowered their heads.

"Master, Liu Ying, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and give us the money!" Zhang Yunji was getting impatient. Seeing that the two of them were still not moving, he couldn't help but urge them.

"Ahem, Yunji! Master wants to ask you for a favor," Chang Kong said in a low voice.

"What are you saying, Master? Just give me any instructions, and I'll do them. But let's buy this eighth-tier spirit sword first, okay?" Zhang Yunji was really anxious! He didn't even have an eighth-tier spirit sword himself. He had already planned that once Liu Ying bought the spirit sword, he would find a way to trick her into giving it to Liu Ying. After all, Liu Ying didn't kill anyone, so having an eighth-tier spirit sword would be a waste for her.

The thought of wielding an eighth-tier spirit sword and riding Sacred Beast filled Zhang Yunji with immense joy; the feeling was simply unbearable!

"No, Master didn't bring many Spirit Crystal this time, so it's not enough to cover the cost," Chang Kong said softly.

Speaking of this, Chang Kong blushed. If he had known that this trip to Dubian Town would yield such great Harvest, he would have applied for more funding from the Sword Sect. Now, he can't even afford an eighth-tier spirit sword.

"Huh?" Zhang Yunji couldn't help but exclaim in surprise after hearing Chang Kong's words.

"What are you yelling about? Huh?" Chang Kong scolded in a low voice, his eyes glancing around unintentionally. When he realized everyone was looking at him, he felt even more embarrassed and tried to remain calm.

Zhang Yunji quickly shut up, a constipated look appearing on his face. He lowered his head and said, "Master, I don't have any Spirit Crystal either."

Chang Kong's face darkened instantly. He looked at Zhang Yunji and sneered, "So, Zhang Yunji, you're so stingy now? No money? That Sacred Beast wasn't cheap, was it? Is it that you don't have the money, or that you don't want to lend it? Are you afraid that I, Chang Kong, won't pay you back?"

"Ahem, Master, I remember you borrowed 100,000 Spirit Crystal from me two years ago and you still haven't paid it back," Zhang Yunji said softly.

"You..." Chang Kong felt a tightness in his chest and a sweet taste in his mouth.

"Master, I was wrong, please don't get agitated." Zhang Yunji quickly confessed, and said in a low voice, "Master, I really didn't lie to you. I don't have any Spirit Crystal. I already told you about that Sacred Beast. It was given to me for free by the shop owner. In exchange, I have to become an employee of the Bookstore."

"Are you short of money?" Ma Feifei noticed that the two were talking furtively and roughly guessed what they meant.

"It's good that we don't have money! We can auction it off!" the cultivators inside and outside the Bookstore laughed.

If the person who acquired the book chooses to relinquish it or cannot afford the contents, others have the right to take over.

"Yes, yes, shopkeeper, hurry up and auction it off! I want to bid too!"

"Elder Chang Kong may not understand yet, but Dubian Town is now Dubian Town Spirit Crystal reign supreme. As long as you have Spirit Crystal, you can even hire Spirit Emperor as a bodyguard."

Everyone started to cheer and jeer.

"Master, why don't we give up?" Liu Ying said softly. Although she was interested in the sword, she wasn't particularly possessive. She wasn't the type to enjoy fighting and killing, and she was rather easygoing about such things.

"Shopkeeper, can I pay on credit?" Zhang Yunji asked Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei shook his head. Putting aside the benefits of buying on credit, the Bookstore's current profits were simply not enough to come up with 20 million Spirit Crystal to pay for this eighth-order spirit sword. He couldn't very well go and borrow from Yun Qingyang again, could he? That wouldn't be appropriate; he would always be indebted to others.

Seeing Ma Feifei shake his head, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts.

"Shopkeeper, may I come in?" Suddenly, Gongsun Qiong's voice came from outside the Bookstore.

The cultivators outside dispersed, and Gongsun Qiong was also dressed in a white robe today, with her hair tied back like a bun, and she was holding a folding fan in her hand. If it weren't for her elegant appearance, she could really be dressed as a man.

"Could it be that tomboy Zhao Xiaodao taught her to dress like this?" Ma Feifei thought to himself as he looked at Gongsun Qiong.

"Of course, Sister Gongsun can come in," Ma Feifei said, looking at Gongsun Qiong. And it must be said, Gongsun Qiong looked quite charming in that outfit.

With Ma Feifei's permission, Gongsun Qiong stepped in, approached Ma Feifei, took out a spatial bag, and handed it to Ma Feifei, saying, "I'll pay for that eighth-tier spirit sword for them."

"Sister Gongsun!"

"Sister Gongsun!"

Brother Yunji called out at the same time.

Gongsun Qiong turned to look at the two of them and smiled, "Don't worry, this isn't a gift for you. It will be deducted directly from your father's earnings."

The father of Brother Yunji owns shares in Wantong Chamber of Commerce, but not a large one. With the deduction of 20 million, it is estimated that their father's earnings from Wantong Chamber of Commerce this year will be wiped out.

"Alright, thank you in advance, President Gongsun. Liu Ying, go get the sword quickly." Chang Kong said with a smile.

Liu Ying looked up and glanced at Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei nodded.

Liu Ying then stood up and turned to face the book "The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu Mountain".

'Ding ding ding'

A burst of intense golden light flashed, causing everyone to squint slightly, but no one turned their heads, still staring through the gaps at the book "The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu Mountain" and the eighth-tier spirit sword that was about to appear!

'Sizzle'

A tearing sound rang out.

The purple handle gradually floated up from the book.

"We can see the head!" everyone exclaimed.

The Purple Ying Sword slowly rose, its hilt and scabbard gradually appearing before everyone.

'Boom'

A powerful aura emanated from the Purple Ying Sword; this was the sword spirit releasing its power.

The golden light gradually disappeared with a 'ding-ding-ding' sound.

The atmosphere inside the Bookstore returned to calm.

The Purple Ying Sword hovered in the air above the Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu Mountain, slowly rotating.

The Liu Ying took a step forward and stretched out its hand.

With a 'whoosh,' the Purple Ying Sword seemed to sense something, instantly transforming into a streak of purple light and falling into Liu Ying's hand.

I finally got my hands on the eighth-tier spirit sword!