"Haha, good. Straightforward."
"Everyone, it's only a million Mystic Pearls. With eight factions here, each faction just needs to put up a hundred and twenty-five thousand Mystic Pearls. No objections, right?" Jie Yan said.
"No objections." The other sect masters voiced their agreement, but the Spirit World Guild members said nothing. Instead, they looked at Chu Feng with surprise, unsure of what he was thinking.
"No. The seven of you," Chu Feng suddenly spoke up.
"What do you mean by that?" the Sect Master of the Yuangang Sect asked angrily.
"As a member of the Spirit World Guild, how could I demand things from my own faction? Besides, my right hand — even the Spirit World Guild wouldn't want it from me. I believe they also wouldn't want the treasures inside this Asura Ghost Axe."
"So this deal is between me, Chu Feng, acting alone, and the seven of you," Chu Feng said with a faint smile.
"You…!" Hearing this, the expressions of the others all changed. Although what Chu Feng said sounded perfectly reasonable on the surface, in reality, it was a deliberate ploy to make them bleed even more.
"Everyone, it's just a bit more in Mystic Pearls. Surely we can afford it?"
"Here's what we'll do. Each faction puts up a hundred and fifty thousand Mystic Pearls, and the extra fifty thousand can be considered an additional compensation for young friend Chu Feng."
"After all, young friend Chu Feng is a martial cultivation genius. Losing an arm would inevitably have some impact on his future cultivation," Jie Yan said with a cold smile, though his words were laced with heavy sarcasm.
"That's right. It's just a few more Mystic Pearls. Surely we can afford them? Young friend Chu Feng, a million fifty thousand Mystic Pearls should be enough for you to live out the rest of your life in style, wouldn't you say? Haha…"
At the same time, the other sect masters all burst into laughter, their words carrying a hint of smugness and a touch of mockery — insinuating that Chu Feng was someone who valued money over his own life.
As for their ridicule, Chu Feng merely smiled faintly. His right hand tightened slightly, and the Asura Ghost Axe appeared in his grasp. He looked at the crowd and said, "A million fifty thousand Mystic Pearls — whether or not it's enough for me to live out the rest of my life is none of your concern."
"Just put up a million fifty thousand Mystic Pearls, and this Asura Ghost Axe is yours."
"This…"
Jie Yan and the others were truly stumped by Chu Feng. Who would carry over a hundred thousand Mystic Pearls on them for no reason? If the people from each faction pooled everything they had on them, they could probably scrape together ten to twenty thousand at most.
"Manor Lord Qin, what do you think…?" Under the circumstances, everyone turned their pleading gazes toward Qin Lei, the Manor Lord of the Supreme Manor.
"Heh, everyone, the Supreme Manor's Mystic Pearls are limited as well. We really can't spare any at the moment."
Seeing this, Qin Lei hurriedly offered an apologetic smile. While it was true that the Supreme Manor could, if they scrounged everything together and sold everything they owned, scrape together a million Mystic Pearls, he wasn't foolish enough to lend them to these people. After all, a million Mystic Pearls was no small sum — it would severely damage the Supreme Manor's foundations.
"What? You can't come up with it? So even the great sect-master-level lords aren't as wealthy as I imagined," Chu Feng remarked with a mocking laugh, looking at their awkward expressions.
"Nonsense! Who carries that many Mystic Pearls on them for no reason?" the Sect Master of the Yuangang Sect snapped, glaring at Chu Feng.
"Hmph, that's your problem. I'm giving you ten days. That million Mystic Pearls must be placed in front of me, or don't blame me for going back on my word," Chu Feng snorted coldly, his attitude extraordinarily domineering and harsh.
"What? Ten days? That's far too short!"