The little yellow-haired girl raised her hand and summoned her courage to ask, "Can I say something off-topic?"
Xu Xian stared at the girl for a long time, making her face flush red with nerves.
His interest piqued, Xu Xian smiled and said, "You are quite interesting. Speak."
The little yellow-haired girl said with a serious expression, "Poverty is not a crime."
Everyone was stunned.
Xu Xian was also taken aback.
"Hmm?"
Xu Xian scrutinized her with a meaningful look in his eyes.
"So... you don't have any money either?"
The girl swallowed hard and hurriedly said, "My family has money."
Xu Xian’s expression softened slightly, and he showed a bit more patience. "Then are you saying that I am wrong?"
The girl shook her head vigorously.
"No."
Xu Xian remained silent, waiting for her explanation.
The girl said, "I just feel that if he goes down there and people find out he died because he was poor, it would be very embarrassing."
Xu Xian laughed.
The others were speechless.
They had been holding their breath for her, only for her to say something so nonsensical.
Xu Xian felt that this girl was alright and said with a smile:
"You really are interesting. However... he had no skill and no background, yet he followed the others into the Emperor's Tomb. He deserved his death."
As his voice fell, the youth looked around, taking the opportunity to warn the crowd:
"Of course,"
"The same applies to all of you."
The crowd's sighing grew even louder. Some without backgrounds felt as if the sky had collapsed.
They slumped onto the ground.
"It is over."
"We are finished."
"Having no money really is a crime..."
Outside the Emperor's Tomb, the experts' expressions became even more unsightly.
They did not deny that Bai Mang was telling the truth, but the truth was often the most painful.
What did cultivation emphasize?
It was talent, fortune, and background... if one had none of those, they should indeed be more grounded and stay hidden in the mountains to cultivate bitterly.
However, the reason Xu Xian killed that boy was not actually because he had no money.
It was simply because the boy had lied to him.
Xu Xian was just too lazy to explain.
He felt that being misunderstood was fine; at least if they knew he was ruthless, they would be wary and not dare to speak recklessly.
It would make them cooperate with him more easily.
Saving himself some effort was always good.
Besides, the one being cursed was Bai Mang, so what did it have to do with Xu Xian?
Xu Xian’s rebuttal left the girl silent.
She stopped arguing.
It wasn't that she couldn't argue back, she was simply afraid.
Xu Xian picked up his brush and got back to business. "Fine, your turn."
The little yellow-haired girl truthfully reported her background.
She was the granddaughter of a tribulation transcendence expert.
Xu Xian gave his price.
One hundred types of immortal plants and immortal gold of her choice.
The girl had no objection.
She said her grandfather was indeed very wealthy.
Her attitude was very upright.
Xu Xian appreciated that.
However, back in the Black Sand Sea, the little girl’s grandfather suddenly felt a chill.
Why would a tribulation transcendence expert feel cold?
It was because his 'little padded jacket' was letting in quite a draft.
The subsequent process went very smoothly. Xu Xian’s notebook was flipped page after page.
It was densely packed with names and prices.
Everyone was extremely cooperative.
They also began to understand the pricing structure.
For descendants of a demon immortal, three hundred types of immortal plants and immortal gold each, plus some 'parts' from their bodies...
For descendants of a saint, one hundred types of immortal plants and immortal gold each, and that was it.
For the heirs of sects, families, dynasties, or races, Xu Xian would ask for a bit more.
Usually, it was some rare treasures from their tribes.
Things like Thundercloud Vine, Dragonbeard Grass, Wind Spirit Essence...
And so on.
As for some ordinary small sects and small dynasties, Xu Xian did not make things difficult for them, asking for only ten stalks.
It could be considered quite humane.
Outside the Emperor's Tomb.
The experts witnessing the whole process had varied expressions.
Some felt lucky because the price was low.
Some felt a headache because the price was high.
There were also those who felt ashamed because the price was too low...
Naturally, some felt superior because their quoted price was high...
Even saints could have vanity.
Especially those who knew each other; they would think, why is my child cheaper than yours?
Of course,
This only applied to a few saints who were simply being petty.
However.
Bai Mang’s intention seemed to be to empty out the entire Fanzhou.
The demon gods of the Demon Abyss sighed incessantly.
The scene before them felt somewhat familiar.
Back then, Bai Mang had stripped them clean.
Now, Bai Mang was going to strip everyone else clean as well.
In comparison,
They felt that Bai Mang had been quite kind to them.
He was very honest; at least he had left them a little something.
Right now,
He was bleeding these people dry.
His greed knew no bounds.
Unlike the orderly scene inside the Emperor's Tomb, the area in front of the tomb gates was already filled with curses.
"This kid isn't afraid of gorging himself to death."
"Can he even stomach so many things?"
"A person's heart is never satisfied, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. The Demon Abyss will perish because of this boy sooner or later, mark my words..."
"......"
Inside the Emperor's Tomb,
It was the turn of a familiar figure to register: Niu Batian.
He was very arrogant.
He actively stretched his neck forward and said, "Come on, chop right here! If your grandpa even blinks, I'm not a man."
This unprovoked outburst drew the attention of the entire field. Even the saints outside the Emperor's Tomb perked up.
At least several hundred people had been registered, and he was the first one who dared to actively speak such harsh words.
In the choice between begging for mercy and seeking survival, he chose to seek death?
"This kid has such guts?"
"Which family is this junior from?"
"Looking at his clothes, he seems to be from the Wendao Sword Sect..."
"No wonder!"
"Is everyone from the Wendao Sword Sect so plucky?"
Their gazes converged on the small boat, hoping to see a good show. The people from the Wendao Sword Sect also became interested.
They hadn't expected that besides the three from the Golden Generation, another junior had snuck in.
Jiang Wanyin asked curiously, "Who is this?"
Ye Xianyu answered casually, "Niu Batian. He’s been in the sect for about ten years..."
Ye Xianyu remembered the name of every disciple, and even when they joined the sect.
Lei Yunche praised, "This kid has guts. He really brings honor to our Wendao Sword Sect. Not bad..."
Inside the Emperor's Tomb.
Xu Xian was stunned, thinking, is this kid really this stubborn?
He couldn't help but recall what the boy had said when he pulled him out of the pile of corpses.
He really was plucky!
He had even refused to consume the things Xu Xian had sent out.
The elixirs, tea, and wine had all been thrown onto the ground by him.
He was truly gutsy!
"What do you mean by this?"
Niu Batian said arrogantly, "I have no money and no background. If you want to kill me, then do it. Stop talking so much nonsense to me."
The surrounding juniors remained silent.
They just quietly watched the youth.
The expressions in their eyes were complex.
There was pity.
There was admiration.
And there was also some scrutiny...
They could also tell that he was a disciple of the Wendao Sword Sect.
It seemed that the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect really weren't afraid of death...
Unfortunately,
He was going to die.
The Demon Abyss and the Wendao Sword Sect had a long-standing grudge; they didn't think Bai Mang would compromise.
Bai Mang found himself caught in a difficult position.
Killing him was definitely out of the question, but what kind of excuse could he use to brush this off?
Just as he was pondering,
A small hand was raised high in the crowd.
Xu Xian caught it out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes immediately lit up. He hurriedly said, "Speak up?"
Tu Kongkong took the initiative to stand out and said boldly, "We'll buy his life..."
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