Everyone could understand Si Kongyan's actions. They knew he definitely would not take Su Mo as his master; he was merely playing dumb.
However, they could not understand why Su Mo insisted on taking Si Kongyan as his disciple.
A True Profound Realm First Layer martial artist taking a True Profound Realm Seventh Layer martial artist as a disciple—wasn't that sheer fantasy?
In the arena, a glint flashed through Su Mo's eyes. Since the other party did not want to become his disciple, he had to offer some other prize, didn't he?
Otherwise, wouldn't this so-called contest have been a hollow victory? He would gain no benefit at all!
"Si Kongyan, since you want to prepare a disciple-greeting gift, then offer me one hundred thousand high-grade Spirit Stones!"
Su Mo wore a warm smile as he said, "As for becoming my disciple, we can discuss that another day!"
"What?"
Si Kongyan was stunned at first. Then, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and he roared furiously, "Su Mo, have you gone mad from craving Spirit Stones? One hundred thousand high-grade Spirit Stones—why don't you just go rob someone?"
Si Kongyan was so angry he nearly spat blood. He had opened his mouth and demanded one hundred thousand high-grade Spirit Stones. Did Su Mo think they grew like cabbages?
"What? You don't want to pay the Spirit Stones?"
Su Mo sneered. "Then hurry up and become my disciple!"
"You...!"
Si Kongyan froze again. Then his chest heaved, and the fury in his heart surged higher and higher.
"Su Mo, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Si Kongyan bellowed, "With that little cultivation of yours, I could crush you with a single finger!"
Si Kongyan was thoroughly enraged. When had he ever suffered such coercion? Su Mo pressed him