"Eight thousand gui."
After naming his price, He Runhua wore a rather confident smile.
Such an amount—
Even to immortals and gods ranked among the Immortal Ranks, it was no small sum.
But the next moment—
The bird demon's voice made his breathing hitch slightly.
"A mere eight thousand gui... If word got out, people would think my brother and I couldn't even afford to borrow more."
With Jiang Yuechu's instruction, the Cosmic Demon King had no reservations now, its arrogance on full display.
It slowly raised its gaze, a wicked smile curling across its beak.
"How about this... I'll name a number."
As it spoke, it slowly extended one bird claw.
"For each person..."
"Ten thousand gui!"
The room instantly fell silent.
The gray-robed steward stood to one side, even his breathing stopping as he stared at them in disbelief.
Ten thousand gui per person.
Did they really think Merit was cabbages by the roadside, there for the taking in armfuls?
Even the Tiger Mountain God raised his brows in surprise, then silently turned his head aside, pretending he did not know this fellow at all.
The smile on He Runhua's face froze completely.
Eight thousand gui was already an exceptional sky-high price, granted only in consideration of the Tiger Mountain God's earth-shattering talent.
As for this three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old Cinnabar Flow Realm cultivator, he was purely an extra thrown in to make up the numbers in this deal.
If the Golden Mother Empress had not urgently needed the Three-Flavored Spirit Embryo, that one sentence alone would have been enough for him to have this demon, who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth, beaten out with clubs.
At this thought—
He Runhua took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist."