Knock knock!
The knocking was neither too loud nor too soft, and was very polite.
"They're here! We said we'd be closed for a day, why are there still people here? Do you want me to put up a big poster?"
Steward Song responded verbally and opened the door with a click.
A gust of cold wind swept over me!
"You, all of you!!"
Steward Song's expression changed slightly. He took two steps back and glared at the three uninvited guests in front of him.
Xie Feng!
Ye Zheng!
Nalan Yan!
He knew someone among those three!
"The Night Lord of the Spirit Martyrdom City? Miss Nalan of the Divine Secrets Pavilion? And who brings you to the Ziyun Bank?..."
Steward Song asked hesitantly, his hands still gripping the doors on either side, showing no intention of letting them in.
Upon hearing "Lord Ye" and " Divine Secrets Pavilion," Chen An immediately jumped up from his armchair. He smiled and said, " Steward Song, Lord Ye is my honored guest. Please come in!"
Steward Song, still worried, said, "But there are three of them..."
At this moment, Xie Feng, who was at the front, said with a smile, " Steward Song, is that right? We've come to see Master Chen about some business, please make way."
At this moment, Nalan Yan secretly nudged Ye Zheng.
Ye Zheng immediately chuckled dryly, " Steward Song, we're old friends, it won't be a problem for us to go in, right? Besides, Master Chen has already spoken!"
Only then did Steward Song let them in.
"Lord Night City, long time no see, hahaha!" Chen An greeted him familiarly. The two exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.
Then, his eyes darted around and he spotted Xie Feng and the other person. "I know this one, Miss Nalan from the Divine Secrets Pavilion, and this one is..."
He squinted, glancing at Nalan Yan out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the man's impressive figure and face, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Could it be that the God of Wealth has smiled upon me? Giving me such good fortune in love so quickly?"
"An unnamed businessman, Xie Feng," Xie Feng said with a faint smile.
"I am Chen An, the owner of Ziyun Bank! And who are you three?" Chen An, who was clearly more familiar with Ye Zheng, did not speak to him but kept asking Xie Feng.
"I heard what you two said. If you want top-tier defensive armor, come find me!"
As Xie Feng spoke, he turned the spatial ring on his right hand and took out a stone the size of an adult male's fist. As soon as the stone appeared, it burst forth with tremendous energy.
Chen An sensed the surging energy within and his heart skipped a beat.
"This is?"
" Emperor Bone Stone!"
"What?! This is Emperor Bone Stone?!"
Chen An and Steward Song spoke in unison, their eyes fixed on the rather large and strange stone, both of them feeling a surge of emotions.
The Emperor Bone Mountain itself is priceless, with a piece as thick as a finger being extremely expensive, but this piece in front of us is so huge and so extravagant!
Could it be that Xie Feng is the one who stole Emperor Bone Mountain?
Steward Song had some doubts.
"I can sell it to Master Chen!" Xie Feng smiled slightly.
"What... what price are you asking?" Chen An felt inexplicably uneasy; he was afraid that if the price was too high, he would suffer a huge financial loss.
"One hundred thousand!"
"What? One hundred thousand?!"
Chen An began to doubt his ears.
" Steward Song, pinch me, did I hear that right?"
Steward Song was a straightforward man; he actually grabbed him and pinched his waist hard, giving it a hint of settling a personal score.
"Aww!!"
Chen An let out a howl and believed it.
Steward Song's lips trembled. "Such a large piece of Emperor Bone Stone is worth more than three hundred million Emperor's Fortune!"
Xie Feng raised an eyebrow. He knew that Emperor Bone Mountain was valuable, but he didn't expect it to be this valuable!
He's the man who owns an entire Emperor Bone Mountain...
Wouldn't that make you rich?
Seeing Chen An's disbelief, Xie Feng smiled and said, "I am a man of the martial world, and men of the martial world do not seek wealth, but only to make good connections! I am new to your esteemed place, and I hope the Master will take good care of me!"
"Definitely! Definitely!"
Seeing Xie Feng's generosity, Chen An and quickly told Steward Song to accept the money.
His fondness for Xie Feng increased dramatically.
After finishing all that work, Chen An remembered his real purpose. "By the way, what brings the three of you to the money exchange? Lord Ye, please tell me!"
At this moment, he took the initiative to ask Ye Zheng, as if he already knew that among the three, only Ye Zheng had come to him for a favor!
Ye Zheng took out a red bottle and handed it over. "This contains a drop of the ancient War God's blood, passed down through generations in the Spirit Martyrdom City, worth at least 5 billion Emperor's Fortune! I want to exchange it with you!"
As he said this, his heart ached so much that his flesh trembled.
If he hadn't been unable to defeat Xie Feng, or if he hadn't been forced into this situation, how could he have been willing to hand over his ancestral heirloom to someone else!
Chen An picked up the bottle, gently shook it, and carefully assessed its value in his mind.
This blood energy is very strong, enough to sustain the fortune of a city similar in size to the Spirit Martyrdom City for a hundred years!
Chen An smiled and said, "Lord Ye, we're already acquaintances, there's no need to make such an outrageous demand, is there?"
Ye Zheng frowned. "Does the Master think... it's not worth the price?"
"This drop of ancient War God's blood is naturally of superior quality, but it has been stored for too long, and its energy has decreased rapidly. Fifty billion is really a challenge for me."
"Then, lord, name your price?"
Eight hundred million!
Chen An casually gave a price.
Ye Zheng's eyes widened immediately, and he shook his head, saying, "No way, this is too outrageous! Even if it's a friendly price, this is too much!"
Chen An turned around, pointed to the God of Wealth tablet behind him, and said, "I, Chen An, swear that this price is absolutely fair and honest, no cheating whatsoever!"
"Haha," Nalan Yan, who hadn't spoken for a while, finally opened her mouth, letting out a soft sneer, "Honest with the young and old? Does that mean you don't cheat the elderly and children, but only the middle-aged?"
Chen An's face twitched. "Miss Nalan, what are you saying? Eight hundred million, is that even possible?"
Ye Zheng glanced at Xie Feng Xie Feng, whose expression remained unchanged. Ye Zheng knew there was no room for negotiation, so he shook his head. "At least one billion."
Chen An noticed the look of seeking Xie Feng's approval. A smile appeared on Chen An Chen An's face, and he pulled Xie Feng aside, saying enthusiastically, "Young master, how about this, let's go to the inner room and have a proper discussion about the price!"
Xie Feng found it strange. "If you want to negotiate the price, do it here. Why are you doing it so secretly?"
Chen An glanced at Ye Zheng and said, "It seems like he can't make the decision!"
Xie Feng then agreed.
The two entered the inner room. Chen An glanced furtively at Ye Zheng, and after confirming it was safe, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master Xie, why are you with the people from Spirit Martyrdom City?"
"What's wrong?" Xie Feng asked, puzzled.
"That Lord Ye is lying to you! If you step into Ziyun Bank, you will surely die!" Chen An said coldly.
Xie Feng's doubts deepened. Chen An smiled coldly, "I might as well tell you, Ye Zheng and I have been partners for many years. Anyone he wants to kill will be brought to my bank. I will extort them first, and then kill them! Moreover, this drop of ancient War God blood is fake!"
Xie Feng's pupils dilated slightly, and he frowned as he asked, "If that's the case, why are you telling me all this?"