Faced with Wang Hao's probing, Chen Changsheng merely glanced at him before quietly continuing to eat his Spiritual Fruit.
Seeing this, Wang Hao, who had been waiting for an answer, became displeased.
"Come on, we're already this close. Just tell me the answer to such a small question!"
"You, Chen Changsheng, aren't that stingy, are you?"
Looking at Wang Hao clinging to him relentlessly, Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want the answer, you'll have to pay."
"How much do you want?"
"Not much. Just ninety billion Divine Source."
"Ninety billion!"
Upon hearing that number, Wang Hao sprang to his feet in agitation.
"I worked my tail off for half the day, and you're trying to clean me out in one sweep!"
"Your hand is way too black!"
Facing Wang Hao's accusations, Chen Changsheng said unhurriedly, "Out of one hundred and sixty billion Divine Source, you persuaded the Bai Ze Clan to embezzle twenty billion."
"Of the remaining one hundred and forty billion Divine Source, you took a full ninety billion for yourself."
"Though that may be perfectly normal to you, why should you be allowed to have a black hand while I'm not allowed to make mine a little blacker?"
"Besides, you've always publicly claimed that I'm the Number One Demon Cultivator Under Heaven. Since I'm already the Number One Demon Cultivator Under Heaven, what's wrong with my hand being a little blacker than yours, the Number Two Demon Cultivator?"
Looking at Chen Changsheng's calm expression, Wang Hao's mouth twitched. Then, he directly tossed Chen Changsheng a Beast Hide Pouch.
"Ninety billion Divine Source. I can afford that little bit of money."
"Now talk. Why didn't the Moon God choose Zhou Jingting as her successor? Did you secretly