He Had a Debt to Collect from the Clear Sky Sect Someday! Meeting Dugu Bo: "Do You Want to Save Your Son?" (Please Read On!)

Ning Fengzhi's expression froze instantly. He looked as if he'd swallowed a dead fly.

Twenty million Gold Soul Coins was something the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could scrape together if they gritted their teeth.

But six top-grade Soul Bones, each at least fifty thousand years old?

Even if they turned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasury upside down, they still wouldn't be able to gather such a fortune!

This was practically taking a knife to them and making them bleed!

"His Highness the Holy Son must be joking..."

Ning Fengzhi coughed awkwardly and took half a step back, his tone softening at once.

"These are grievances between your sects. I truly shouldn't interfere too much."

"If you can't afford the compensation, then keep your mouth shut and stand aside!"

Qian Yu gave a cold snort, not even bothering to look again at Ning Fengzhi's livid face.

He turned his head and glanced at Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen on the ground, raising the bloodied Death Scythe in his hand once more.

"My patience is limited.

I'll ask one last time. Are you paying this compensation or not?"

"We'll pay!

We'll pay!"

Seeing the murderous intent on Qian Yu surge once more,

the gravely wounded Tang Tian feared he would slash Tang Hao in two as well, and hurriedly shouted weakly.

"Father!"

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao stared with bloodshot eyes, humiliation written all over their faces.

"Both of you, shut up!

Haven't you disgraced us enough?!"

Tang Tian clenched his teeth so hard that blood seeped from the corners of his mouth again. He glared at Qian Yu and spoke each word through gritted teeth.

"Ten million Gold Soul Coins and three top-grade Soul Bones. The Clear Sky Sect... accepts defeat!"

Qian Yu nodded with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Yu Yuanzhen, who was still drawing in sharp breaths. His eyes were cold.

"What about you, Sect Master Yu?

Will you use your other arm to pay your debt, or the lives of the other members of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Yu Yuanzhen clutched the stump of his arm, his face pale as paper, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at the severed arm on the ground, then met Qian Yu's gaze, as if Qian Yu were looking at a dead man. The last scrap of pride in his heart finally crumbled.

"We'll pay... The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will pay too..."

Yu Yuanzhen lowered his head in humiliation. His voice rasped like a broken bellows, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Good. Those who know the times are wise."

Qian Yu sneered and finally put away the Death Scythe.

He looked down at the miserable group and tossed out a cold warning.

"You have one month to deliver everything in perfect condition to Spirit City.

If even one Soul Bone is missing, if even one coin is short, or if you dare try to fob me off with inferior goods..."

Qian Yu paused, his voice laced with a chilling murderous intent.

"Next time, I'll go to your sects' strongholds myself and take everything, one by one!"

With that, Qian Yu put away his Martial Soul and left with Bibi Dong, not looking back.

After they had walked some distance, Bibi Dong thought back to what had just happened and asked softly, still somewhat worried.

"Brother Qian Yu, the people of the Clear Sky Sect have always been arrogant, and Tang Chen is still alive.

Your demands were so harsh. What will we do if they refuse to pay when the time comes?"

At that, Qian Yu smiled carelessly, a glint in his eyes.

"Pay?

I knew from the start that, given the Clear Sky Sect's temperament, they'd be all but certain to refuse to hand over three top-grade Soul Bones willingly."

Bibi Dong was taken aback.

"Then why did you..."

"That's called having just cause."

Qian Yu gave a cold snort and said calmly.

"Whether they pay or not, I have to pin this debt firmly on them first.

Once I'm powerful enough, this will give me every justification to storm the Clear Sky Sect.

It'll be the perfect excuse to reclaim these resources, with interest!"

Bibi Dong understood at once, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

"So Brother Qian Yu had already planned everything."

The two returned to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall.

As soon as they entered the main hall, Gu Ying came over.

"Yu'er, Dong'er, you're back."

"Mother, judging by your expression, do you have some new information?"

Qian Yu asked casually.

Gu Ying nodded.

"I just received confirmed intelligence from our scouts.

Dugu Bo, whom you specifically told us to keep an eye on, and his son, Dugu Xin...

They've just arrived in Heaven Dou City!"

"In Heaven Dou City?"

A glimmer flashed in Qian Yu's eyes. He made his decision at once.

"There's no time to lose.

Mother, Dong'er and I will go over now."

Gu Ying furrowed her brows slightly and asked, concerned.

"Should I send a few more bishops with you?

That old monster Dugu Bo is an antisocial man, and his mastery of poison is impossible to guard against. I'm worried you'll be in danger."

"No need."

Qian Yu waved a hand and smiled confidently.

"More people will only make him suspicious and put him off.

Besides, I'm going there to save a life. He'll be thanking me before long.

Dong'er, let's go."

"Mm!"

Bibi Dong immediately nodded and followed him.

The two wasted no time. They left the Martial Soul Sacred Hall and headed straight for Dugu Manor in Heaven Dou City.

In front of Dugu Manor's gates, two guards saw the visitors and immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"Stop!

This is Dugu Manor. Who are you?"

Qian Yu's expression remained calm as he spoke.

"Qian Yu of Spirit Hall.

Go tell Dugu Bo I'm here to see him. Tell him I have a deal to discuss that concerns whether the Dugu Family lives or dies."

The guards' expressions changed. They were just about to retort when a cold, hoarse voice rang out from within the gates.

"What an arrogant claim!

I'd like to see who dares to run his mouth in front of my manor!"

With a faint, fishy gust of wind, Dugu Bo appeared at the gate like a ghost. He wore a dark green robe, his face cold and stern.

He stared at Qian Yu with a sinister gaze and gave a cold laugh.

"The Martial Soul Hall Holy Son?

I've always kept my distance from Spirit Hall.

You come to my doorstep today and curse my family with death. What are you after?"

Dugu Bo and Dugu Xin had only just returned.

It was hardly surprising that they didn't know what Qian Yu had done at the Great Soul Arena that day.

Facing Dugu Bo's oppressive aura, Qian Yu didn't back down. Instead, a confident smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Dugu Bo, let's dispense with the pleasantries.

Your son, Dugu Xin, is suffering from a backlash of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison. The poison has reached his bones, and he doesn't have long to live, does he?"

At those words, Dugu Bo's pupils contracted sharply. An extremely dangerous green miasma burst from his body.

"How do you know?!"

Facing the deadly miasma, Qian Yu didn't even furrow his brow.

He simply released a wisp of Soul Power, keeping all the encroaching poison at bay.

"Dugu Bo, put that away.

If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have come here with just one person."

Qian Yu's tone was calm, yet filled with unquestionable confidence.

"The flaw in your Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul might be a secret to others, but it's no secret to me."

Dugu Bo stared fixedly at Qian Yu, his murderous intent warring with suspicion.

After a moment, he slowly reined in the poisonous miasma and asked through clenched teeth.

"So what if you know?

Did you come here to make a fool of me?"