Chen Xu Never Profiteers on the Black Market

"You said you were willing to pay a high price for the secret behind my strength?" Chen Xu asked casually, his expression calm.

"Yes. Tris Pharmaceuticals is willing to pay ten million—no, fifty million Great Abyss Coins for the secret behind your strength." The young woman bowed slightly. "Tris Pharmaceuticals hopes to maintain an everlasting friendship with you."

"Fifty million?" Chen Xu looked over the somewhat restrained young woman, then smiled, revealing snow-white teeth. "Sure. I have dozens, even hundreds, of ways to grow stronger. Which one do you want to buy? Or do you want them all?"

Although he had fused those martial arts techniques, he could still call upon low-level techniques and recite their cultivation methods whenever he wished. These were all secrets behind his strength. Selling a Martial Form technique for tens of millions was not excessive, was it?

"Hundreds... hundreds of them?" The young woman even began to stammer. "Can every one of them be cultivated to your level?"

"If you have the talent, yes."

In the history of Great Abyss, there had once been a genius who relied on a single Martial Form technique to reach the Martial Aspect level. One could absolutely cultivate to his level. Chen Xu considered himself an honest businessman who never deceived anyone.

"If you agree, transfer the money to this card. The number is xxxxxxxxxxx."

The young woman was about to ask a few more questions when the cabin door was violently shoved open, and several people pushed and jostled their way inside.

"Mr. Chen, I'm He Mengcheng from Chuanshang Group..."

"I'm Ban Zhicai. Here is my business card..."

As the top second- and third-generation heirs of wealthy families, how could they possibly let this opportunity slip away? Anyone could see the value of a secret capable of making