"What the hell, are you messing with me?!"
Seeing Chen Yu make such an outrageous demand, Mo Jiyang was so angry he laughed.
Ten Dragon-Tiger Elixirs, two thousand credits!
Five hundred Qi-Blood Pills, two thousand five hundred credits!
Reforging a weapon with A-grade alloy would cost at least another thousand credits!
That was at least five thousand five hundred credits in total!
And that was only the minimum!
"Go if you want, don't if you don't!"
"Just stay hidden in Huaying and cultivate. I'd like to see what the hell you can cultivate into!"
Mo Jiyang was genuinely furious. He decisively turned and strode away.
This time, he was not playing hard to get. He truly had neither the time nor the interest to haggle with Chen Yu here.
So what if they lost? Huaying had always lost more than it won throughout its history anyway.
If they lost this year, they could wait for next year. If not next year, then the year after. Sooner or later, they would win it back.
Besides, even if Chen Yu really competed, did that mean Huaying definitely would not lose?
The two Firstfold Limit Break geniuses from Imperial Capital and Upper River—though Chen Yu had perfected the Thunder Extreme Saber, he would most likely still lose.
They were going to lose either way, so Mo Jiyang simply gave up.
"If it weren't for the principal's orders, I wouldn't have wanted to take on this mess in the first place. Why isn't Ke Yichun leading the team this year?"
Their chances of winning had not been high to begin with, and now there was Chen Yu causing trouble too. Yet the task of leading the team had landed on his head.
Mo Jiyang had completely resigned himself to disaster.
But just as Mo