Suburban villa.
In the first-floor living room, Li Xianzong pulled over a high-backed chair and sat down.
On the soft sofa, a mature, intellectual woman reclined lazily on her side. She wore black-rimmed glasses, her features coldly beautiful. Her aloof, stern bearing made her look remarkably like a homeroom teacher.
Yet beneath her thin gauze robe, her voluptuous body stood in stark contrast to her temperament.
To an ordinary man, such a seductive beauty would be enough to leave him parched and feverish with desire. Even if there were countless rivals, he would still gladly throw himself at her.
But Li Xianzong was utterly unmoved by her beauty and stated the purpose of his visit. "I need an item that can restrain high-level spirits, at least one of the Saint Realm."
Reclining on her side, Yi Chuanmei propped up her head with a snow-white arm and replied coolly, "Twenty million in cash, or an item or materials of equal rank."
Li Xianzong bared his teeth. "No money."
If Moral Value was not taken into account, the fastest way for a Bewitching Demon to make money was to establish a "sect" and beguile large numbers of people into making offerings, allowing them to amass a great deal of cash in a short time.
The more reliable path was to beguile the public, gather believers, then establish a company and earn money through legitimate means.
But that carried the risk of the authorities catching on. Years of hard work could very likely go down the drain. Besides, most Bewitching Demons had neither the energy, interest, nor ability to run a company.
Yi Chuanmei had expected this and mocked him, "Among the three classes, only your Lord of Weapons Cult is this poor. All you ever think about is killing people and causing