You Still Dare Ask Me for Interest?

Duobao cleared his throat.

"We've been fighting for so long. We can't let them off without collecting a little interest."

"Rather than letting them leave just like that, why not make them hand over all their magical treasures?"

"In exchange for their lives, that's a fair deal!"

Duobao had come up with this idea after seeing the Heaven-Overturning Seal in the Tiger Monster's hands.

Since they had to release these people anyway, they might as well collect a little interest. At least their trip wouldn't have been for nothing!

Bixiao and the others really hadn't expected Duobao to be so underhanded.

But this particular dirty trick suited everyone's tastes perfectly.

"As expected of our senior brother! You think things through more thoroughly than we do!"

"It seems Senior Brother Duobao leaves those Chan Sect people tens of thousands of miles behind when it comes to scheming!"

"So when do we start?"

Seeing that Bixiao was already itching to act, Duobao could only smile helplessly.

"Since no one objects, why don't we start right now?"

The Three Xiao Sisters immediately nodded.

As for how they would do it, wasn't that entirely up to them?

They just had to make the people inside suffer a little!

Only after those people had tasted hardship would the negotiations go more smoothly, right?

In truth, Daoist Randeng and the others were already gnashing their teeth in fury.

The formation's countless transformations had already left them scrambling.

Now that someone was directing it, the formation was clearly several times stronger than before!

Even with Daoist Randeng and the Twelve Golden Immortals joining forces, they could only barely withstand the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

In truth, Daoist Randeng and the others were merely doing everything they could to hold on.

Deep down, they all knew it was only a matter of time before their resistance failed.

After all, this was the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. Now that they had carelessly entered it, how could those outside let them escape so easily?

With the Three Xiao Sisters taking action as well, Daoist Randeng and the others even felt their teeth begin to chatter.

Taiyi Zhenren's face flushed red.

Regret surged through his heart.

Had he known the Tiger Monster and the Snake Monster would be so difficult to deal with, he would never have brought the Chan Sect members here!

Then he would have been spared all this humiliation.

But regretting it now did him no good.

They had already entered the formation. Could they possibly go back and choose again?

"Vice Leader, someone is clearly directing this formation. If this continues, I'm afraid we won't even last another seven or eight minutes!"

Once they could no longer hold out, more than half the disciples inside the formation would likely be killed or wounded!

That was an outcome they absolutely could not afford.

Daoist Randeng's expression darkened.

Naturally, he knew this too. In fact, with his strength and that of the Twelve Golden Immortals, escaping the formation was still possible.

But if they left, what would become of the remaining disciples inside?

Given the temperament of those Interception Sect people, they would never show mercy to the Chan Sect Disciples trapped in the formation.

Unable to advance or retreat, Daoist Randeng could not help growing increasingly anxious.

The pressure bearing down on them grew heavier and heavier, clearly approaching the limits of what they could endure.

Daoist Randeng exhaled a stale breath and said coldly,

"There is actually one other option."

Hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren immediately asked,

"What option?"

Daoist Randeng raised his eyes toward the outside of the formation.

"Negotiate with those Interception Sect people."

Everyone present froze at Daoist Randeng's words.

Wouldn't negotiating with the Interception Sect put their Chan Sect beneath them?

But if they refused to negotiate, there seemed to be no other choice in their current predicament.

After a stretch of silence, everyone was finally forced to make their choice.

When Daoist Randeng and the others sent out their first request to negotiate, Duobao merely sipped his fine tea at leisure.

"Pay them no mind."

Some people needed to be left waiting and have their tempers worn down before they became easier to negotiate with.

In fact, everyone present thought the same way.

Thus, Daoist Randeng and the others shouted themselves hoarse inside the formation without receiving any response from outside.

Their already unsettled hearts grew even more frantic.

Countless Chan Sect Disciples even began to wonder whether the Interception Sect members truly intended to slaughter them all here!

Once fear took hold, the limits of what they would accept instantly dropped considerably.

Before long, Daoist Randeng sent out a second request to negotiate.

Meanwhile, outside the formation, Duobao and Zhao Gongming sat facing each other, looking utterly relaxed.

"Let's wait a little longer."

The crucial moment had yet to arrive.

The Three Xiao Sisters felt the same way.

So they increased the oppressive force within the formation once again.

Feeling the pressure mount, Daoist Randeng and the others finally lost all composure!

"What exactly does the Interception Sect want?"

"We're all disciples of Saints. Do they really intend to slaughter us here?"

"We all come from the same lineage!"

"..."

At this point, maintaining even the most basic level of rationality was all but impossible.

In truth, Randeng's attitude had gradually shifted from lofty arrogance to abject humility.

From where Randeng stood, he could already see that quite a few Chan Sect disciples had been annihilated.

Among them were no small number of talented disciples.

Every one he saw perish made Randeng's heart ache.

These were all disciples he had recruited with great difficulty. Yet a single trip had already cost him so many.

How could his heart not ache as though it were bleeding?

"Well? Has there been any response from outside?"

Randeng looked toward Daoist Cihang, who was continually trying to contact the Interception Sect members outside the formation.

But Daoist Cihang shook her head.

"They haven't responded."

Hearing her answer, Daoist Randeng could no longer contain himself.

"Let me."

Sensing the increasingly frequent cries from within the formation, the Three Xiao Sisters finally eased the pressure slightly.

This also gave the Chan Sect Disciples inside a brief chance to catch their breath.

Seizing that opening, Daoist Randeng immediately called out,

"Martial Nephew Duobao, might we have a word?"

Duobao chuckled, then waved a hand toward the Three Xiao Sisters.

Soon, Daoist Randeng could see Duobao and the others seated outside the formation.

But unlike his earlier swaggering self, Daoist Randeng had now been stripped of his arrogance.

"Martial Nephew Duobao, might you show us some mercy?"

Duobao held a game piece between his fingers, but spared Daoist Randeng inside the formation not so much as a glance.

"That depends on what price you can offer, Martial Uncle."

At Duobao's words, Daoist Randeng's chest immediately tightened!

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I said!"

Duobao spoke with a faint smile.

"Since you've come to me, Martial Uncle, you naturally ought to give us a little interest, shouldn't you?"

"You can't expect us to have made this trip for nothing."

Hearing Duobao's shameless words, Daoist Randeng nearly fainted with rage.

You call this making a trip for nothing?

This trip of yours nearly wiped out all of us Interception Sect Disciples in one fell swoop!

And now you actually dare ask me for interest?!