Reverse Summoning Technique

Compared to his life, what did ten million spirit stones amount to? Even thirty million, he could afford it, though it would damage his foundations.

After all, although royal clan disciples were of noble birth, the trials they faced were extremely harsh. The family's financial support was fixed, and every last coin had to be carefully budgeted.

Suppressing his pain, he immediately took the money out and handed it to Yang Ming, then turned to leave.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Yang Ming said calmly.

"I've already given you the money. Didn't you say five million per person was enough to leave? And I gave you ten million. What do you mean by this?"

Jun Maqing paused, turned around, and asked with some displeasure.

"That was for them. You're from the Northern Profound Royal Clan, so you must know more than they do. I have something to ask you!"

Yang Ming looked at Jun Maqing.

The Junma Clan controlled the entire Northern Profound Region, so they surely knew quite a lot. They must have information about the Ōtsutsuki Clan.

"Sorry, I'm only a third-generation disciple. Aside from matters of cultivation, I don't know any other secrets. If you want to look up information, why not come with me to the Northern Profound Royal Court? I'll take you there."

At this, a crafty glint flashed through Jun Maqing's eyes, and he secretly rejoiced.

This would kill two birds with one stone. He could lure Yang Ming into the clan, then join forces to surround and kill him—avenging himself while eliminating a threat to the family. He might even receive a reward!

The more Jun Maqing thought about it, the more pleased he became.

He felt his plan was utterly flawless.

However, Yang Ming's next words shattered all his joy and