Favors were useful when the other party wanted to help you.
When they did not, they were not worth a fart.
If he failed to obtain the Sun Stone when the time came, whether Nan Tianwang would still acknowledge this favor was anyone's guess.
Jiang Changkong was indeed strong, but he was not confident enough to seize what he wanted from a crowd of geniuses from major provinces.
"Let me make this clear first. I've already agreed to a battle with Chu Yunhe—one that will decide both victory and defeat, and life and death.
"If I win, the five slots will be mine, along with five hundred fifth-grade lower-rank Star Stones.
"My stake is three slots. I don't have any slots in hand right now."
Jiang Changkong laid the matter out.
Nan Tianwang smiled. "Would I doubt your strength? Chu Yunhe isn't much stronger than Chu Tianyun.
"Tell me—after you win, how many slots can you give me?"
"If I win, I'll be taking several people in with me. I don't know yet how many slots I can spare," Jiang Changkong said.
"Can you definitely spare three?" Nan Tianwang asked gravely.
"Definitely," Jiang Changkong said.
There were five slots. The Martial Arts Association counted him as six people, while Tang Ruoxi had already gone to Stability Province.
That left only the two senior sisters, Yang Chengan, and Pang Yun. Including himself, that made exactly five.
And with the changes in the Starlight Distortion Zone this time, they might not even go.
So he could definitely spare three slots.
A broad smile spread across Nan Tianwang's fleshy face. "Good. Three slots, five hundred fifth-grade lower-rank Star Stones—I'll pay one thousand."
"Wait."
Jiang Changkong shook his head. "They're putting up five hundred Star Stones, but they're also wagering their own slots. Even