Departure, Time Flies

Before the pressure of two Emperor Weapons and the watchful eyes of two Extreme Dao Families, they finally obediently paid their ransom.

"Come, come. We're not unreasonable here. The first person to hand over source only needs to pay ten thousand jin of source, the second twenty thousand, the third forty thousand, and so on. No pushing, everyone," Ji Hao said with a sly smile.

This was another classic hostage tale.

Lü Bu had once told a little story: Once, a bandit robbed a group of people and told them to line up to pay. The first paid one hundred, the second two hundred, and so on. So everyone eagerly lined up. Once, a bandit robbed a group of people and told them to line up to pay. The first paid one hundred, the second two hundred, and so on. So everyone eagerly lined up. The first person proudly said, "Look, I paid less than all of you." In the end, everyone scrambled to hand over their money and even forgot to resist.

It was the same now. The minds of the Big Dipper cultivators were no more complicated than those of Earthlings; comparatively speaking, they even seemed somewhat innocent.

As for whether anyone wanted to resist, whether those farther back in line did not want to pay for their lives?

This time was different. Ji Hao had originally been an outsider to the Big Dipper cultivation world. Coupled with the temptation of countless treasures, many aristocratic families and Holy Lands had joined forces to hunt Ji Hao for divine treasures. But now that his identity had been revealed—

Oh ho, so what if our Emperor's Son, or Emperor's Grandson, had a few treasures? Daring to ambush and kill the Ji Family's Emperor's Son, or the Jiang Family's Emperor's Grandson,