However, Ling Tianchen soon shook his head again.
"Ten billion?"
"Too little."
Those fellows outside were already frantic, their eyebrows practically on fire. What room did they have left to haggle?
So he raised his head and said slowly, "Leave them hanging for another three days."
"Once they're truly desperate, we'll name our price."
"Twenty billion spirit stones per sect."
The Left Protector and Right Guardian froze on the spot. "Alliance Leader, isn't that a little steep?"
"Steep?"
Ling Tianchen sneered. "Which matters more, lives or spirit stones?"
"Is twenty billion expensive for a sect's safety?"
The Left Protector fell silent for a moment, then hurriedly cupped his hands. "Not at all."
"Wise indeed, Alliance Leader!" The Right Guardian nodded repeatedly as well.
Only then did Ling Tianchen curl his lips into a satisfied smile.
Over five thousand sects, twenty billion from each.
That made a full hundred trillion spirit stones!
With that hundred trillion, he could raise his strength. Never mind the Sacred Land-even if someone from the Emperor Pavilion came, they would have to speak to him politely.
Elsewhere.
Business on Chun Xiaobai's side had also become a well-oiled operation. These days, they no longer bothered choosing which sects to visit.
If they had heard of it, they would not let it slip past.
If they had never heard of it, they would not let it slip past either.
As long as they passed by and the mountain gates were still standing, they went in for a talk.
The old fellows acted as though they had been pumped full of stimulants, traveling, naming prices, and collecting spirit stones day and night without stopping.
Most importantly, the bulk of what they had earned from the Sacred Land before had been Rare Treasures.
Precious though Rare Treasures were, their