Dijiang secretly calculated... After a while, Damn it, I can't figure it out. My brain isn't enough for this. He turned to Hongyun and said, "Fellow Daoist, could you help calculate this? Three hundred thousand can feed our Witch Clan for twenty-two years. How long would fifty million last?"
Hongyun looked somewhat doubtful. "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, aren't you being a little too optimistic? What if those two from the West don't have much merit left?" He then secretly transmitted, "Even Bo Huang is afraid they'll default on their debt, so he doesn't dare accept it."
Dijiang smiled. "No matter. Aside from Nuwa, whose merit for Becoming a Saint through creating humanity was greater, your family fortunes are roughly similar. This Ancestor Witch only wants fifty million. Leave the two Saints some spending money, haha."
Hongyun nodded and took out a Jade Slip. "I'll draft something. Once both sides sign it, the transaction will be complete. Our bank will act as witness and take one percent. Reasonable, right?"
Dijiang nodded. "Fine. It's just one percent. Perfectly reasonable."
Jieyin's side agreed as well. Today, the Demon Clan has already served tea brewed from Junior Brother Zhunti's true body to entertain us. If we still refuse, Junior Brother Zhunti might be eaten clean.
After a round of bargaining, they agreed that Zhunti would be returned in thirty years. The deal was complete, laying the foundation for Bo Huang to lead our Witch Clan in attacking the Western Sect in the future.
After both sides signed, the bank welcomed another new customer. Great Crown Prince Ao Yue of the Dragon Clan exchanged twelve Sea-Calming Divine Pearls to eliminate his own karmic burden and advance to the mid-stage Primordial Golden Immortal, shocking the world.
Sui Ren Shi possessed quite a bit of merit. The moment he entered, the merit around him flashed, dazzling Hongyun's eyes. He had come to exchange it for several sets of cultivation techniques.
Next came Duobao. Duobao felt that Bo Huang was always competing with him for power in the Jie Sect, so he planned to trip Bo Huang up. Recently, he had been frantically collecting spiritual treasures, intending to exchange them all at once for every Merit Coin in the bank, then crush the bank.
Hongyun's expression changed when he saw Duobao. Judging by this kid's expression, he's definitely up to no good. What should I do? Should I take his business or not?
Duobao took out his entire fortune, aside from his protective immortal sword and the Duobao Pagoda. "Senior Hongyun, I'm selling all of these. Can the bank handle it?"
Hongyun instantly understood what this Little Fatty was planning. That's it? You want to fight Crown Prince Bo Huang with this... Your plan is decent enough, but your fortune is far too meager.
So, with a wave of his hand, he accepted everything. It had no effect on Hongyun whatsoever. This is truly speechless. I feel insulted... With this net worth, he wants to crush the bank? Isn't that looking down on this Saint?
From then on, most disputes in the Primordial Wilderness became centered around trade, making things much more peaceful. This left the Dao Ancestor in Zixiao Palace utterly dumbfounded.
Within Zixiao Palace, Hong Jun scratched his head anxiously. That brat Bo Huang is really something... If this keeps up, how is the Wu Yao Great Tribulation supposed to proceed? Hunting turns into selling meat? Are these demon Saints insane? Even carving up quasi-Saints to eat has become a profitable business?
While Hong Jun was grumbling inwardly, he spotted his gatekeeper boy, Haotian, and became even more depressed. Haotian had stolen the gates of Zixiao Palace and sold them, exchanging them for twenty Ginseng Fruits, which he was happily eating with Yaochi.
"Haotian, would you care to explain where the gates of my Zixiao Palace went?" Hong Jun asked in a terrifying voice.
"Dao Ancestor, the gates of Zixiao Palace were High-grade Purple Crystal. Using them as gates was truly wasteful. Look, I exchanged them for twenty Ginseng Fruits and a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure sword. Not bad, right?" Haotian said, showing off his newly acquired Haotian Sword.
Hong Jun's face darkened as he cursed, "Not bad? Not bad my ass... What am I supposed to do about my gates?"
Haotian pulled out a Mysterious Iron Gate. "Look, although this Mysterious Iron Gate isn't made from particularly good material, it's still fairly durable. Just paint it purple, and won't it be the same...?"
Hong Jun shook his head. This troublesome brat needs to be sent away as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might anger this Dao Ancestor to death.
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