"Yes, I want to take a gamble!" Shen Yaoyin drew a deep breath.
Once, she had had a chance to become the Nine Cauldron Merchant Association's first heir, but she had failed to cherish it.
Only after being called a "filthy bitch" had she been consumed by regret.
"Yaoyin, what are you doing!" Farther away, Jiang Xingzhou, heir to the Heavenly Palace Merchant Association, could not help shouting at the sight.
"You're a merchant. You should know that there aren't just Demon Beasts from the Demon Savage Continent and Demonic Path cultivators in there. There are also plenty of disguised righteous-path Heavenly Prodigies and Crown Champions. They're entangled with far too many powers. Helping me will do you more harm than good." Li Yang would not cooperate with the Chess Venerable, because the other party was an enemy he had to kill.
He would not pretend to agree to cooperate, only to kill the donkey once it had finished turning the mill.
Doing so would introduce unforeseen variables into the situation. If he let his enemy survive, how could he face the fellow Sword Cultivators who had died because of him?
That would be a betrayal of his own sword heart.
Shen Yaoyin was not an enemy. Though he could hardly call her a friend, she was, at least on the surface, a righteous-path merchant.
"I already made the wrong choice once. Now that I face the same decision again, I'll seize this opportunity. If I die because of it, or suffer retaliation, that will only mean this was my fate." At this point, Shen Yaoyin had instead come to accept things with remarkable ease.
For a shrewd merchant alone, navigating a contest between cultivation lineages and powers generally had three levels-
First level: help neither side openly.
Second level: