"Fellow Daoist Ye, I am willing to use this piece of Earth Grade Low-tier Divine Iron as the wager. If I lose, this piece of Earth Grade Low-tier Divine Iron will be yours."
Seeing Ye Lin remain silent, Xue Sheng gritted his teeth and took an incomparably black iron chunk from his Storage Bag, holding it in his hand.
Though the iron chunk was pitch-black, the waves of profound aura radiating from it proved that it was anything but ordinary.
"Gasp, Xue Sheng is truly willing to part with it. Earth Grade Low-tier Divine Iron is worth at least a thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones."
"Exactly. A thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones is no small sum. But Xue Sheng is so confident—does he not think he could lose? I would like to see where that confidence comes from."
"But what exactly did Ye Lin do to offend Xue Sheng so badly that Xue Sheng is willing to pay such a price just to fight him?"
The moment Xue Sheng brought out the Divine Iron, the surrounding disciples began discussing it heatedly.
Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators would be exceedingly envious of Earth Grade Low-tier Divine Iron.
For Xue Sheng to spend so lavishly, the grudge between the two of them was easy to imagine.
"Benefactor, it seems you will have to make a trip up there."
Wuxin looked at Ye Lin with a smile. This brat, Ye Lin was still too young.
These descendants of imperial dynasties were the most troublesome. Many cultivators were unwilling even to travel alongside them.
That was because their cultivation had been handed to them on a silver platter; they had not experienced a single one of the hardships they ought to have faced.
And as for their temperament, sometimes they were not even a match for