Chapter 53: 53. Life-Saving Ten Thousand Gold! [Please recommend and bookmark]

“Yang Zongxian shouted, but Wen Ping had no intention of stopping.

Aren’t you fond of watching?

Have you seen enough now?

The reason he closed the doors and windows, and even used things to seal up the larger window openings, was to keep the smoke from the Life Cigar trapped inside the room. This way, he wouldn’t need to constantly take puff after puff endlessly.

This single Life Cigar could only serve as a temporary suppression. To thoroughly eliminate it, he needed at least 50 cigars.

Once the door opens, the green smoke dissipates, reducing by half the amount that was just enough to temporarily suppress the demon poison.

A relapse would be a matter of moments.

Seeing that he couldn’t stop Wen Ping, Yang Zongxian quickly took a few steps and ran up to Wen Ping.

“Sect Leader Wen, save us!”

“Clan Leader Yang, did you finish watching so soon?”

“Sect Leader Wen, my brother suddenly went mad for no reason, please go take a look quickly.”

“I’m sorry, Clan Leader Yang, I’m not a physician.”

“Sect Leader Wen, we were wrong. We shouldn’t have gone in without listening to your advice. Please go back and take another look, my brother is now exactly like he was when he came here, he probably won’t last much longer.”

“So what? What does that have to do with me?”

As Wen Ping finished speaking, he was about to step away.

However, just then Huaikong walked out, his expression somewhat grim. He had already guessed what had floated out when they opened the door; wasn’t it the smoke that Wen Ping puffed into his brother’s nose?

That smoke was the key to suppressing the demon poison.

But they opened the door themselves to let the smoke out and kept the door open to maintain air circulation.

“Sect Leader Wen, name any condition you have. Indeed, it was wrong of A Long to do that, but he was worried about my brother. I hope you can be lenient seeing my brother’s miserable state.”

“Condition?”

Wen Ping secretly smiled with delight.

This was the moment he was waiting for.

You like to watch, but the price after watching is high.

The fourth cigar is ten thousand!

Then what about the fifth?

“Demon Chef senior, do you remember what I said? Next time won’t be free, it isn’t just about wealth. To be honest, I have no cigars left, but my Elder has one more in hand, the very last one.”

“Elder Yun.”

Huaikong immediately looked towards Yun Liao.

Yun Liao did not respond. He wanted to see what Wen Ping’s plan was. But when he thought about the fourth cigar costing a gold, he was curious about how much the fifth one would fetch.

No wonder the Sect Leader was not angry at being suspected earlier; it turned out to be this plan.

Wen Ping spoke, “One hundred thousand gold.”

“What—-”

A Long, standing at the room’s door, had his expression change dramatically.

The other two’s expressions also looked somewhat grim, as the number one hundred thousand gold was just too large. They had earned a lot with a single dish costing fifty gold at Baifeng Pavilion in recent days, but it was barely over ten thousand gold in total.

This was just one-tenth of what Wen Ping demanded, and his usual earnings were almost spent on traveling; it was impossible to come up with this amount. As for the Yang Family, there’s no need to mention it. Regardless of their large family business, even selling off all their assets would just about amount to a hundred thousand gold.

Seeing no one speaking, Wen Ping turned around, leaving a sentence behind, “Come find me at Immortal Sect after you’ve thought it through.”

“This… Sect Leader Wen, even a hundred thousand gold…” Yang Zongxian hurriedly blocked Wen Ping, “Sect Leader Wen, can it be lesser, how about twenty thousand gold? I can have the steward bring the gold tickets now.”

“I said, after you’ve gone in, it’s not just wealth. The price is fixed, either buy it or forget it.”

“Sect Leader Wen, we really can’t come up with a hundred thousand gold, but if Sect Leader Wen is willing to help, my friend is already of the Profound Realm, and he is not one to be ungrateful. He will certainly be able to lend a hand to Sect Leader Wen in the future.”

A helper from the Profound Realm!

Wen Ping raised his head and smiled. The temptation was indeed pretty significant.

But the temptation of one hundred thousand gold was even greater.

“I’m sorry, but what use do I have for Profound help?”

“The Kao Shan Sect that…”

Wen Ping interrupted Yang Zongxian’s words, about to say: Let the Kao Shan Sect come at night to try, and all are fed to the Evil Spirit Knight.

However, this sentence seemed a bit too pretentious; after all, he was a modest man who didn’t like to show off.

Suddenly standing next to him, A Long stepped in, “Sect Leader Wen, if you don’t care for my master being injured, I can do anything for you. As long as you are willing to save my master, I am willing to eliminate all hindrances and enemies for you, regardless of whether they are male or female, and I will make sure you have no repercussions.”

The meaning of pulling out by the roots, is to annihilate the entire family.

Hearing this, Wen Ping couldn’t help but take a closer look at A Long.

He hadn’t expected that the young man before him, who appeared only a few years older, would utter such extreme and horrifying words. Wen Ping considered himself to have lived in this world for 18 years and had completely discarded the mindset of a Holy Mother from his previous life; killing one’s enemies was no longer wrong.

Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to do it, nor did he dare to imagine someone would wipe out an entire unrelated family for the sake of someone they cared about. It was evident that he cared deeply for Yu Mo, but because of this care, his personality seemed to have veered to an extreme.

The talk of exterminating a whole family was truly terrifying.

Wen Ping chose not to respond to his words–such a person was not someone he wished to deal with, as he disliked interacting with extreme individuals.

He then turned to Yang Zongxian and said, “Clan Leader Yang, I still maintain my stance, one hundred thousand gold. If you can’t produce it, let it be. I never wanted you to go in from the start, but you insisted. Benevolence has no price, yet it does have a price!”

Wen Ping shook the Life Cigar handed over by Yun Liao.

As Wen Ping’s hand moved, the expressions of Yang Zongxian and the others grew somewhat unpleasant.

The method to save Yu Mo was right before them, yet they couldn’t manage to grasp it. One hundred thousand gold was just too much.

At that moment, a furious curse came from the direction of the hallway where Arlong, seeing Wen Ping ignoring him and continuing to insist on the price of one hundred thousand gold, finally erupted in anger.

“Wen, if you want to exploit the situation, then don’t blame me for being ruthless! Hand over the cigar, or else–death!”

Step!

Arlong stepped forward, his foot landing on the stone tile, causing his momentum to rise sharply, once again unsettling the entire courtyard.

“Arlong!”

Huaikong called out, but Arlong flatly responded, “Senior Huaikong, allow me to take the cigar!”

As he took a step forward, a surge of heat emerged in his hands, which then smashed onto the bluestone slab.

Bang!

With one punch, the ground quivered with a crack, followed by a conical earth spike abruptly rising from beneath Wen Ping’s feet.

After dodging it, Wen Ping thought to himself: My guess was indeed right; an extreme personality results in extreme actions, sometimes even brainless ones.

It seems that here, only he could save Yu Mo.

Wen Ping then softly called out to Yun Liao, “Elder Yun, it’s your turn.”

Yun Mo nodded, staying where he was, focusing his gaze on Arlong not far away, then shouted angrily.

The sonic wave immediately swept through the courtyard, carrying a hint of dragon roar, almost causing the people around to faint.

Even Huaikong, whose realm wasn’t low, went pale, covering his ears for a while before managing to break free from the dizzy state.

When everyone opened their eyes, they saw that the inch-thick bluestone beneath them was all cracked, crumbling into powder with a single step.

“Master of the 13th level Vein Technique!”

Arlong shook his head, enduring the dizziness in his mind, standing firm, but with an extremely ugly expression.

He never expected to encounter a cultivator who had mastered the 13th level of Vein Technique here.

Outside Cangwu City, even in large families or 3-star sects, it’s rare to have cultivators capable of practicing the 13th level Vein Technique. Some generous families might have them, but they are still few in number.

Yet despite being so rare, he encountered one here, and practicing such an eerie Sound Wave Vein Skill no less.

Facing such a technique with mortal abilities was already like striking a stone with an egg.

Not to mention confronting this Sound Wave Vein Skill; sound is omnipresent, how could one possibly escape?

“Do you still want to fight?”

“I surrender! You are superior! I never thought you had practiced the Vein Technique, the Immortal Sect is indeed generous!”

As he uttered this final sentence, Arlong’s voice was filled with resentment.

His resentment was towards his own bad luck because if it were an ordinary Body Refinement Thirteenth Layer, he would have killed them all today.

There would have been no issue saving his lord.

As Arlong retreated helplessly, about to enter the hallway, a slow yet clear sound of footsteps came from inside. The door, slammed shut by the sonic boom, suddenly opened again.

Bam!

The door frame was suddenly grabbed by something.

A hunched figure appeared, with one hand gripping the door frame and the other propping up their knee.

It was Yu Mo.

Yu Mo’s face was pale, appearing like a sick person suffering a long-term illness, lacking the imposing manner of a Profound Realm master reigns supreme.

All that had happened just now was heard by him. He didn’t blame Wen Ping for being ruthless, only blaming his own ill fate.

Though the price Wen Ping demanded was indeed high, it was undeniable that Wen Ping possessed extraordinary medical skills.

“One hundred thousand gold, I’ll pay it!”

Yu Mo shouted in an extremely low voice, and after uttering these five words, he instantly wilted.

It seemed as if that single sentence had exhausted half of his life’s strength.

Unwillingly, Arlong said, “My lord, he’s exploiting the situation!”

After a moment of silence, Yu Mo spoke again, “Arlong, let me ask you, without life, what purpose do gold tickets serve?”