The Heart-Piercing Flower was far too important to him.
He absolutely could not give up.
Two thousand one hundred divine stones was already an astronomical sum to him, yet whenever he thought of his family in that state, he could not tolerate himself failing to give it everything he had.
Anyone could see that Zhang Wuhai had his reasons. Yet his reasons meant nothing before others; they even became a laughingstock, drawing contempt and scorn.
The moment his words fell, a burst of laughter rang out. Many people secretly mocked, "This man really has something wrong with his head. He actually dares to fight Young Master Jiang for something. It seems he truly has grown tired of living."
"Putting aside whether he has the financial means, even if he wins, does he think he can keep the Heart-Piercing Flower?"
"This idiot from the Profound Dao Sect must have something wrong with his brain too. He clearly cannot recognize Mount Tai when it stands before him and has no idea how formidable Jiang Shaochen is."
"What can you expect from a piece of trash from the Profound Dao Sect? How could he possibly understand how formidable Young Master Jiang is?"
Jiang Shaochen was clearly not someone easy to provoke. Almost no one dared to compete for something he had set his sights on. Now that someone had suddenly jumped out, Jiang Shaochen's fury immediately blazed.
He said coldly, "What a joke. Sell you some face? What the hell are you? Why don't you piss in a puddle and look at what sort of character you are, daring to fight this young master for something?"
"That's right. Sell you face? What are you supposed to be?"
"Hahaha, sell you face? That's utterly ridiculous!"
Quite a few people echoed Jiang Shaochen and began