If this had been in the Nine Provinces, with the old man's True Lake Realm cultivation, he could have crushed a Spirit Stream Realm cultivator like Lu Ye with a casual flick of his hand.
But this was the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Forget the True Lake Realm—even if he were in the Divine Sea Realm, he still had to consider Lu Ye's reaction before speaking. It was truly exhausting.
"In the Spirit Stream Battlefield, little friend, you are invincible beneath the heavens. No one would deny it. But sometimes, personal strength alone does not mean one can do whatever one pleases..."
"Get to the point!" Lu Ye cut off his endless chatter.
The old man did not mind. After weighing his words, he said, "If little friend does not intend to seize Violet Gold Sect's camp, then Violet Gold Sect is willing to spend money to buy peace!"
Parting with wealth to avert disaster—this was the true purpose behind the old man seeking out Lu Ye.
"Name your price!"
Lu Ye's bluntness left the old man slightly stunned. He had originally prepared a whole speech meant to move him with reason and sentiment.
"Resources worth fifty thousand Merit!"
Lu Ye turned to look at him, and his aura gradually became dangerous.
The old man's scalp went numb. He hurriedly said, "Little friend, please calm down. Certainly, if little friend were to breach Violet Gold Sect's camp, the Merit gained would be far more than fifty thousand—more than five hundred thousand, even! But as this old man just said, once Violet Gold Sect's camp is breached, there will be another group of unfortunate people with nowhere to call home. They will surely join forces with those whose camps have also been destroyed and make trouble for the Vast Sky Alliance's camps.