"Brat, I am a Dao Lord!" The Primordial Dao Lord was thoroughly enraged, glaring fiercely at Wang Baoguang.
"So what if you're a Dao Lord?" Wang Baoguang looked utterly indifferent. "Does being a Dao Lord mean you can force a purchase? How much I sell my things for is naturally up to me."
He had assessed it long ago. Twenty Chaos Spirit Stones was indeed an enormous sum for a Sacred Venerable Realm cultivator, but given the Primordial Dao Lord's wealth, it was not enough to harm his bones and sinews.
As he spoke, he looked again at the Primordial Dao Lord and hinted, "Besides, I'm not your disciple, and your inheritance and that vast Dao Palace won't be handed to me... Of course, if you take me as a personal disciple..."
"Enough, enough. Twenty it is." The Primordial Dao Lord interrupted him helplessly. With a wave of his hand, he tossed twenty Chaos Spirit Stones into Wang Baoguang's arms, then solemnly cautioned him, "Don't squander the money. Buy fewer flashy, gaudy things. Given your current situation, improving your own strength and foundation is the proper path. In this world, strength is ultimately revered above all; everything else is hollow."
He was willing to give him the Chaos Spirit Stones partly because he was anxious to learn the truth, and partly because he thought highly of Wang Baoguang's future. He somewhat intended to support him, hoping he might become a pillar of the human race someday.
As for taking him as a personal disciple... merely thinking about it made his scalp go numb.
Wang Baoguang was already nearly turning the heavens upside down as things stood. If he made Wang Baoguang his personal disciple and let him raise the banner of a Dao Lord's personal disciple, who knew what havoc