Bottleneck, Void Spirit Fruit

"1.8 million Origin Coins. What do you think, Lord Han Xing?"

The branch president named his price.

Hearing that figure, Han Xing's eyes filled with contemplation.

He did not know the prices on Lord Continent, so he had no idea whether 1.8 million was a loss or a profit.

The maid beside him, Luo Li, chuckled softly. "Lord Han Xing, 1.8 million Origin Coins is already quite a high price~"

"Ordinary Chaos Lord-grade weapons generally sell for only around 1.3 to 1.6 million Origin Coins at most."

"The weapon in your hands is of much higher quality, which is why our president offered a higher price."

The branch president continued, "That is indeed the case."

"In fact, once Lord Han Xing breaks through to the Chaos Lord level and begins cultivating your own troops, you will find that Origin Coins still have considerable purchasing power."

"A God King-level fighter costs roughly 5,000 Origin Coins, while a Chaos Lord-level fighter costs 500,000 Origin Coins."

"In other words, this weapon of yours can cultivate three Chaos Lord-level fighters."

After hearing this, Han Xing finally understood.

"I understand. Then let us trade at this price."

"However..."

As he spoke, Han Xing used a divine power barrier to seal off the entire room.

Under the puzzled gazes of Luo Li and the branch president,

Han Xing continued, "Is there any way to avoid paying the Radiant Gleam Lord's taxes?"

After all, a 15% tax was simply outrageous.

Added to the 5% handling fee, that came to 20%.

Outrageous! Fucking outrageous!

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on the president's lips, as though he had expected Han Xing to say so.

He chuckled. "Openly, that would certainly be impossible."

"However, we can handle it privately."

"If Lord Han Xing trusts me, you may give