"No, we can offer some pills, spirit medicines, or Divine Ability Manuals—whatever you need."
The Buddhist Sect's eminent monk tried to reclaim the Saha Prayer Beads by other means.
"Then forget it. I've got plenty of that stuff. I'm not lacking."
Xia Ping said nonchalantly.
The many Buddhist Sect monks were speechless. They recalled what had happened at the auction just now. From this auction alone, the boy had obtained nine Saint medicines. He truly did not lack such things.
By now, the boy was wealthier than them by who knew how many times over.
Of course, to the entire Buddhist Sect, this was nothing. The problem was that they were still reluctant to pay such a huge price just to retrieve a low-grade Saint artifact.
"Benefactor, these Saha Prayer Beads are a sacred artifact of our Buddhist Sect. A Saint's divine thought remains within them, and you cannot refine them. Why not return them to us? That would benefit both sides."
An eminent monk of the Buddhist Sect spoke.
"No need. I have my own methods."
Xia Ping waved his hand.
Hearing this, the many eminent monks looked deeply at Xia Ping, each lost in thought.
"Very well. Since that is the case, we shall take our leave."
That mighty figure of the Buddhist Sect did not continue pestering him and departed at once.
The other monks followed him away.
"Wu Wudi, hand over the Glory Scepter, the sacred artifact of our Angel Race, immediately! Do you know how grave a crime it is to steal our race's sacred artifact? Are you seeking death? Do you want your entire clan exterminated?"
At that moment, a group of angels came charging over aggressively, seemingly here to demand an accounting.
Whoosh!
Xia Ping ignored them. With a flash of his body,