The other representatives who had rushed over to save their Saints saw that the Grand Elder of the Tiansheng Sect was already there.
They weren't in much of a hurry anymore. They all planned to see how the Grand Elder handled the situation. If the old man got angry and slapped Lu Ming to death in a fit of rage... well, that would save them a lot of trouble!
The Grand Elder of the Tiansheng Sect felt helpless seeing everyone looking at him.
“Why are you all looking at me? You go!”
After staring at each other for three seconds, both sides realized the other was waiting for them to act. Both cursed the other as “old foxes” in their hearts.
Finally, it was the Grand Elder of the Tiansheng Sect who spoke to Lu Ming.
“Little Friend Lu, please release my grandson...”
He had no choice; his grandson was the one captured! The others were just Saints!
“Pfft...”
Lu Ming spat out a watermelon seed and looked up at the Grand Elder.
“Pay up!”
The Grand Elder choked. He really expected him to pay?
Was he not going to give him any face at all?
Just then, Lu Ming’s voice rang out: “You know exactly why your grandson was caught, don’t you?”
“He tried to kill me. I’m only charging you three million mid-grade spirit stones as compensation for the fright...”
“What?”
Before Lu Ming could even finish, the representatives from the Lingqi Sect and the other forces immediately glared at the Grand Elder.
Why was his grandson only three million?
While their Saints cost five million?
On what grounds?
The Grand Elder was also stunned by their gazes.
What was going on? Was there something he didn’t know?
“What is it?” the Grand Elder asked.
The representative of the Lingqi Sect gritted his teeth and said, “We were all charged five million!”
The Grand Elder was taken aback.
He hadn’t expected the ransom prices to be different. This... this was blatant discord-sowing!
“Ahem... don’t be angry, this has nothing to do with me,” the Grand Elder coughed.
“Nothing to do with you? Your grandson is three million, and we’re five million? And our Saints came to kill Lu Ming—it must have been your grandson who egged them on!”
Although they were furious, they didn’t dare speak up. After all, they couldn't afford to offend the Tiansheng Sect.
Seeing their suppressed, aggrieved looks, the Grand Elder handed over a storage bag.
“Here is three million mid-grade spirit stones...”
He wanted to end this humiliating scene quickly before something else happened. Lu Ming was far too devious...
Wang Defa cheerfully walked out of the protective array surrounding the courtyard. He took the storage bag and inspected it.
“The amount is correct!”
Only then did Lu Ming look up at the Grand Elder.
“Grand Elder Xiao, please wait a moment...”
The Grand Elder’s expression changed. He had wanted to take Xiao Chen and leave immediately.
Was Lu Ming going back on his word?
“Little Friend...”
Before he could finish, Lu Ming waved a hand.
“It’ll be done in a second...”
Then, Lu Ming turned to the other representatives. “Can you lot hurry up? Don’t you see Grand Elder Xiao is waiting to go home for dinner?”
“Or do you not want your Saints back anymore?”
“Huh?”
The Grand Elder was stunned, then looked at Lu Ming in rage.
Damn it, he’s pinning this on me too.
The people from the Lingqi Sect and others looked at the Grand Elder with resentment. Why does it feel like you two are colluding to trap us for our spirit stones?
Consequently, they sullenly pulled out their spirit stones. Since the Tiansheng Sect had paid, they didn’t dare refuse.
They didn’t know the current situation of the Qingshan Sect. If they angered them and their powerhouse slapped them to death, what then? Even if they wanted to deal with Lu Ming, they had to do it secretly.
One by one, they tossed storage bags to Wang Defa.
Lu Ming nodded in satisfaction. “Release them!”
Thud... thud...
As soon as Lu Ming spoke, Huang Tianbao and the others tossed Xiao Chen and the rest out.
Seeing Xiao Chen’s pathetic state, especially the smelly sock in his mouth, the Grand Elder’s veins bulged with rage.
This was too much! This was going too far!
He almost couldn't stop himself from attacking Lu Ming and the others. In the end, logic suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
He had already decided—he would make sure the final three winners of the tournament killed Lu Ming. If he died on the arena because his skills were lacking, the Qingshan Sect would have nothing to say, right?
With a wave of his hand, the smelly sock flew out of Xiao Chen’s mouth.
“Grandfather... you have to avenge me!”
Slap!
The Grand Elder raised his hand and gave him a heavy backhand slap. “Look at yourself! What do you look like right now?”
Only then did Xiao Chen remember he was only wearing a pair of large floral boxers. His face turned beet red in an instant.
It was over. His lifelong reputation was completely ruined. Would Eldest Senior Sister stop liking him? Damn it! Curse that Lu Ming! I must have my revenge!
Thud...
The Grand Elder threw a set of clothes into Xiao Chen’s face. If he returned to the sect looking like this, he’d be laughed to death. Xiao Chen scrambled to put on the clothes.
Meanwhile, in the neighboring courtyard, the members of the Guiyi Sword Sect were each holding a little notebook, scribbling frantically.
“So spirit stones can be earned like this?”
“Wahaha... I’ve learned something!”
They were just waiting for someone to come and try to kill them so they could put it into practice.
Just then, Xiao Chen’s voice rang out: “Grandfather, my storage bag is in the hands of the Guiyi Sword Sect’s Saint...”
Earlier, when Lu Ming gave the storage bags to the Saint of the Guiyi Sword Sect, he had seen his own bag among them. That Lu Ming was a fool; his storage bag was probably the most valuable one. Yet he had given it to that lunatic from the Guiyi Sword Sect!
The members of the Guiyi Sword Sect, who were busy studying, were also stunned.
What was this? They were just minding their own business and learning, and now they were being framed? Did they look like easy targets?
At that moment, the Saint of the Lingqi Sect also spoke to his representative: “Elder, my storage bag is also in their hands...”
“Mine too...”
The Saints whose storage bags hadn’t been given away by Lu Ming were all depressed. Sigh... their luck was just a bit worse.
Soon after, those people left.
Boom...
The Grand Elder of the Tiansheng Sect stepped into the air above Zhu Wuneng’s small courtyard. The pressure of a Unity-stage cultivator spread out, and the surrounding air suddenly froze. Fine cracks even appeared on the ground.
“Saint Ji, please return our storage bags.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority. The Grand Elder thought to himself: If I can get my grandson’s storage bag back, I can recoup some of the losses.
Ji Chen, the Saint of the Guiyi Sword Sect, carefully tucked his little notebook into his robe. His black sleeves fluttered in the wind.
He didn’t leak a shred of spiritual power, yet the overwhelming pressure from the Unity-stage Grand Elder was halted three feet away from him.
Then, he turned to his junior brothers behind him, his cold voice ringing out: “In a moment, I’ll do a one-for-one trade with this old geezer. You lot, protect Little Friend Zhu!”
“Eh?”
The Grand Elder’s aura faltered. What the hell? I just want my grandson’s storage bag back. And you want to do a one-for-one trade? Isn't that a bit much? Just because your Guiyi Sword Sect can do one-for-one trades, does that mean you can bully people?
The representatives from the other sects were also dazed. Is it really that serious?
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