Chen Changqing ran through the numbers in his mind as though working an abacus, then gave the figure. "Including the ten-odd million in the storage ring, the total comes to twenty-five million. We're still far from one hundred million."
Yue Xuan was nearly in tears, his eyes rimmed red and the tip of his nose aching. "Holy Son Chen, I truly don't have a single drop left!"
Chen Changqing rubbed his chin, his gaze settling meaningfully on Yue Xuan's face. "Do you have any properties in Nine Provinces Auction City?"
Yue Xuan froze for a moment, then nodded frantically.
"Yes! The Yinyue Holy Dynasty has three artifact pavilions and two spirit medicine shops in the southern part of the city!"
Chen Changqing snapped his fingers, producing a crisp crack at his fingertips.
A clone stepped forward at once, took out a blank Jade Slip, and unceremoniously tossed it before Yue Xuan. "Write a transfer contract. Mortgage all those properties to me."
Without the slightest hesitation, Yue Xuan bit his fingertip and swiftly wrote out the contract on the Jade Slip in his blood essence. Even as he pressed down his handprint, his fingertips trembled.
As long as he could stay alive, let alone a few shops, he would sell off the entire Yinyue Holy Dynasty in one package if he had to. Once a blood essence contract was signed, it was bound by the laws of the Heavenly Dao. The price of reneging was worse than death.
Chen Changqing put away the Jade Slip and swept it with his divine sense to confirm everything was in order. Then he nodded in satisfaction.
"I'll count the properties as twenty-five million. That makes fifty million altogether. You still owe fifty million."
He took out another sheet of beast hide parchment and swiftly