Sword Douluo's Test! Di Yao Spat Blood but Refused to Bow, Seven Treasures Offered Compensation!

The moment the sword intent descended, the entire Seven Treasures Chamber of Commerce fell silent.

Ordinary people in the chamber only felt the air turn cold.

Soul Masters were different.

They could sense that sharp edge hanging above their heads like a sword.

It did not fall.

Yet no one dared move.

Hu Liena's face turned pale.

Her Demon Fox Spirit was not defense-oriented.

Faced with such pure sword intent, it felt as though even her mind had been sliced apart.

Ning Rongrong let out a breath of relief.

Sword Grandpa had arrived.

Now she had confidence.

But she quickly realized that Di Yao had not lowered his head.

He stood where he was, his expression calm.

A thin streak of blood had even seeped from between his brows.

Yet his back remained straight.

Ning Rongrong froze.

This was the sword intent of Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

Even a distant test like this was not something an ordinary Soul Master could withstand.

How old was Di Yao?

How did he dare endure it head-on?

Behind Di Yao, a Dark Gold Sun slowly emerged.

The Dharma Image of Demon Emperor Di Jun opened its golden eyes.

The Great Sun Golden Wheel met the invisible sword intent.

The sword intent was razor-sharp.

The Demon Emperor was domineering.

The two auras collided for only an instant before blood spilled from the corner of Di Yao's mouth.

The difference in their levels was too great.

He was no match for Sword Douluo at all.

But he did not retreat.

Nor did he kneel.

He raised his head and looked toward the source of the sword intent.

"Is this how Seven Treasures settles accounts?"

An aged yet clear voice drifted through the air.

"Young man, you've got some nerve."

Di Yao said, "If I had no nerve, I wouldn't get the debt back."

Ning Rongrong said urgently, "Sword Grandpa, he bullied me!"

Di Yao glanced at her.

"I didn't."

Ning Rongrong said angrily, "And you still say you didn't?"

Di Yao said, "I only made you look at the accounts."

Hu Liena could not help saying, "That really doesn't count as bullying."

Ning Rongrong glared at her.

"Whose side are you on?"

Hu Liena said blandly, "The investigation's side."

Chen Xin seemed to chuckle softly from the shadows.

The sword intent did not grow stronger.

But neither did it disperse immediately.

"Di Yao."

"Do you know that this place bears the Seven Treasures name?"

Di Yao said, "I do."

"That is why I did not put Seven Treasures directly into the case file."

"I only sealed the outer branch."

Chen Xin fell silent for a moment.

Those words were crucial.

Di Yao was not making wild accusations.

He had left room for them.

But he had also placed the blade on the table.

If Seven Treasures did not handle this, the next case file would be far uglier.

Di Yao continued, "The outer trade routes moved stolen goods from Spirit Hall."

"The steward who handled them has already confessed."

"Item numbers, receipts, and the Account Ledger all match."

"If Seven Treasures acknowledges the debt, compensate us."

"If not, I'll send the evidence back to Spirit City, and the Pope Palace can discuss it slowly with the Seven Treasures Sect Master."

Ning Rongrong said angrily, "You're threatening Seven Treasures?"

Di Yao looked at her.

"This is procedure."

Ning Rongrong was choked speechless.

She suddenly felt that Di Yao was far more difficult to deal with than those snide nobles.

At least nobles would put on a smile.

Di Yao did not pretend.

Every word he said struck directly at the heart of the matter.

Just then, a burst of mournful cries from soul beasts came from the chamber's rear courtyard.

Several low-level beast-type soul beasts used for escorting and guarding all lay prostrate and trembled beneath the Demon Emperor's aura.

Ning Rongrong turned to look, and her expression changed.

Those soul beasts were usually ferocious.

Especially a Golden Patterned Leopard, which even the chamber's Soul Masters had to treat cautiously.

But now, they were all sprawled on the ground, too afraid even to raise their heads.

Sword Douluo in the shadows also fell silent for a breath.

He had not been testing Di Yao's combat strength.

There was no need to test that.

A Soul Grandmaster, no matter how monstrous, could not withstand a single strike from a Title Douluo.

What he had tested was Di Yao's temperament and the rank of his spirit.

The result was clear.

Di Yao was weak now.

But he did not fear the strong.

And the suppression Demon Emperor Di Jun exerted over beasts and Beast Spirits already possessed strategic value.

Once such a child grew up, he would be terrifying.

The sword intent slowly dispersed.

Only then did Hu Liena let out a breath.

Blood dripped from the corner of Di Yao's mouth down his chin.

He raised a hand and wiped it away.

Ning Rongrong looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You're already coughing up blood. Aren't you afraid?"

Di Yao said, "I'm afraid the debt won't be settled."

Ning Rongrong paused.

This man really was...

For a moment, she did not know whether to call him crazy or admire his ruthlessness.

Soon, a disciple of the Seven Treasures Sect hurried over.

He first bowed to Ning Rongrong, then cupped his hands toward Di Yao.

"Lord Di Yao."

"The Sect Master has sent word."

"Seven Treasures is willing to compensate Spirit Hall for the losses caused by the outer trade routes."

"The stewards involved will be jointly investigated by Spirit Hall and Seven Treasures."

"At the same time, the Sect Master invites Lord Di Yao to visit the sect for a talk."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

Her father had spoken.

This matter should be able to ease up now.

But Di Yao did not agree at once.

"Where is the compensation list?"

The disciple was stunned.

"Huh?"

Di Yao said, "The accounts will be settled today."

"The relationship can be discussed slowly."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

"My father has invited you!"

Di Yao looked at her.

"That is exactly why I need to settle the accounts first."

"So that after entering Seven Treasures, no one can say I accepted favors."

Ning Rongrong stamped her foot in anger.

"Why are you like this?"

Di Yao said, "Like what?"

"You... you don't understand politeness at all!"

Di Yao nodded.

"Politeness makes money disappear."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

Hu Liena turned her head away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She truly could not hold it in anymore.

Ning Rongrong had met many people since childhood.

People who tried to please Seven Treasures.

People who flattered her.

People who feared Sword Grandpa.

There were also those who pretended to be above it all.

But Di Yao, who treated Seven Treasures as a negotiating resource and treated her, the young mistress, as the entrance to an Account Ledger—she had never met anyone like him before.

And yet, he was not making unreasonable trouble.

He had accounts.

He had evidence.

He had Spirit Hall's authority.

And he had the nerve to withstand Sword Douluo's sword intent without bowing his head.

It was hard not to pay attention to someone like that.

A Seven Treasures disciple soon delivered a preliminary compensation proposal.

Gold Soul Coins.

Mimicry Cultivation Materials.

Clues about fire-attributed soul beasts.

And a batch of high-quality medicinal herbs.

Di Yao read through every item.

"Add three more fire-attributed soul beast clues."

"Replace the medicinal herbs with yang-attributed ones."

"Increase the Gold Soul Coins by ten percent."

Ning Rongrong said angrily, "Why are you raising the price again?"

Di Yao said, "Consider Sword Douluo's sword intent pressure compensation for mental distress."

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth.

She was completely speechless.

In the shadows, Chen Xin seemed to have fallen silent as well.

After a moment, the Seven Treasures disciple forced himself to say, "The Sect Master said... he agrees."

Ning Rongrong froze.

Her father had actually agreed?

Di Yao put away the list.

"Tomorrow, I'll meet Sect Master Ning."

The Seven Treasures disciple breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes."

Di Yao turned and left.

Hu Liena followed.

As they exited the merchant association, she glanced at Di Yao.

"Weren't you really afraid Sword Douluo would attack just now?"

Di Yao said, "I was."

"Then why did you still stand up to him?"

"If he truly wanted to kill me, lowering my head wouldn't help."

Hu Liena fell silent.

Di Yao continued, "Since lowering my head wouldn't help, I might as well stand and talk."

Hu Liena looked at him and suddenly felt that those words were very much like him.

Calm.

Pragmatic.

Yet frighteningly unyielding.

Upstairs in the merchant association.

Ning Rongrong stared at Di Yao's departing back for a long time without speaking.

Sword Douluo's voice sounded by her ear.

"Rongrong, remember this child."

Ning Rongrong said softly, "Sword Grandpa, he's so annoying."

Chen Xin said, "Annoying?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip.

"Not exactly..."

"He's just infuriating."

Chen Xin chuckled.

"There aren't many people who can anger you this much while leaving you unable to find fault with them."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and looked at the ledger.

After a long while, she softly asked, "Is he really only six years old?"

No one answered.

Because many people wanted to ask that same question.