Confidence

"Tsk, five thousand Superior Spirit Stones!"

"Sure enough, no amount of backbreaking work could ever earn money as quickly as a little side income!"

Hovering in midair, Shen Changchuan watched Xuan Tianxing turn into a streak of light and vanish over the horizon, his spirits soaring.

How could he not be delighted?

One fight would earn him five thousand Superior Spirit Stones, worth as much as a Pure Origin Clarity-Seeking Pill.

Such an enormous windfall was practically money picked up off the ground!

If he entered the Immortal Sect's inner sect and took on missions, running himself ragged in every direction, he might not earn those five thousand Superior Spirit Stones even after eight or ten years!

Now, all he had to do was lift a hand to reap such a huge reward. Naturally, that was something to celebrate!

Of course,

those five thousand Superior Spirit Stones were not absolutely guaranteed.

If he lost his fight against Xuan Tianxing, he would not receive a single cent.

But as for this fight,

Shen Changchuan did not think he would lose.

The only reason Xuan Tianxing dared challenge him was that his strength had improved considerably. Most likely, he had truly crossed the threshold of comprehending true intent, giving him the confidence he needed.

Having mastered true intent, his strength had soared.

And Shen Changchuan's fight with Lin Wushuang during the tournament had exposed his trump card.

With measures specifically designed to counter it, defeating him really did not seem all that difficult.

After all,

the Spatial Displacement trump card Shen Changchuan had revealed during the tournament largely relied on catching an opponent off guard on their first encounter.

Back then, if Lin Wushuang had not been caught unaware by that technique, and had not rushed for victory and staked the outcome