"One million contribution points."
The arena went silent.
Then—
"WHAT?!"
The crowd exploded.
"ONE MILLION?! That's not even enough to buy a mid-grade mystic-ranked treasure!"
"Hei Wuying, you old fox! You're trying to snatch a divine technique with just points?!"
"Who the fuck has a million contribution points just lying around?!"
Even the Peak Lords shifted in their seats, eyes flickering with interest.
"What a crafty fox…"
Zhao Tianxuan's voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it carried.
Everyone had seen through Hei Wuying's ga.
First, throw a weak disciple in the arena, creating the illusion of goodwill.
Then, while Su Xiaobai stood at the peak of his montum, slide in an offer that looked generous but was nothing short of a daylight robbery.
One million contribution points—for a technique that could shake the world.
A thief dressed as a benefactor.
And Hei Wuying?
That bastard had no sha.
But Su Xiaobai?
Su Xiaobai was worse.
His eyes locked onto Hei Wuying with a slow, asured look—like a predator studying prey that thought itself untouchable.
Then, he smiled.
A slow, wicked smile, the kind that made people reconsider their life choices.
"Peak Lord Hei, I am touched." His voice was light, almost lazy, like a rchant discussing the price of common goods. "For a respected senior to offer such generosity… Truly, it moves ."
Hei Wuying's hidden eyes sharpened.
The crowd shivered.
That tone—that wasn't gratitude.
That was the tone of a man who already had his prey by the throat.
Su Xiaobai sighed, shaking his head.
"Unfortunately, this humble junior was born with a weakness—I am sentintal."
He placed a hand over his chest, looking mournful.
"You see, this movent technique is not mine to give. It is a family heirloom, bound by blood and tradition. To part with it would be akin to carving out a piece of my own soul."
A heavy sigh. A tragic expression.
Then—his smile returned.
"However."
He tilted his head.
"Since Peak Lord Hei is so kind-hearted, willing to offer one million contribution points for the re scraps of a technique, perhaps I should be generous as well."
He paused. Let that sink in.
Then—he unsheathed the blade.
"I possess ten superior movent techniques."
The arena went still.
"Ten?"
"Superior? Better than what he just used?"
"What kind of monster is this guy?!"
Hei Wuying said nothing.
Su Xiaobai continued.
"Each of them, naturally, far beyond the likes of this..."
A low hum ran through the audience.
Even the Peak Lords stiffened.
Spatial techniques—one of the rarest and most mysterious techniques in existence. And yet, this little bastard was calling it inferior?
Hei Wuying's fingers tapped once against his chair.
"A bold claim."
Su Xiaobai laughed softly.
"Oh, I would never dare deceive a Peak Lord. In fact, I am so confident, I would be willing to part with them—if Peak Lord Hei truly desires them."
Then ca the execution.
"Of course, I am still paying off the debt for them."
A pause.
A perfectly asured silence.
Then—
"Ten million spirit stones each."
BOOM.
It wasn't a real explosion. But it might as well have been.
Because the entire sect fucking detonated.
"TEN MILLION PER TECHNIQUE?!"
"Has he lost his mind?!"
"Who the hell buys techniques at that price?!"
"Hei Wuying tried to con him, and this bastard is conning him right back!"
The Peak Lords exchanged glances.
Huo Rong's jaw dropped. "The hell does he think he is, a divine auction house?"
Feng Ruhu's golden eagle let out a shrill, mocking cry.
Hei Wuying's fingers stopped tapping.
And Su Xiaobai?
Still smiling.
Then, smoothly—he tightened the noose.
"Of course, I understand that ten million may be a difficult price—even for a Peak Lord." His tone was sincere, considerate. "It would be unfair to ask for full paynt imdiately."
A pause.
Then—the kill.
"So, I am willing to offer a generous installnt plan."
He spread his arms, like a rchant revealing a golden deal.
"A re one million spirit stones a year—for the next hundred years. Surely, Peak Lord Hei, for the sake of the sect, this is a small price to pay?"
Silence.
A cold, bone-chilling silence.
Zhao Tianxuan almost choked on his own spit.
The audience fucking lost it.
"H-he's extorting him!"
"He just turned it into a fucking lifeti debt!"
"I—I don't know whether to admire or fear him!"
Hei Wuying sat still. Completely still.
He had spent his life deceiving, manipulating, weaving webs of lies.
And yet.
And yet.
This little bastard had just outplayed him.
For the first ti in decades—
Hei Wuying had nothing to say.
Bai Yujian, who had watched in silence until now, smiled bitterly. This little devil.
She flicked a glance at Zhao Tianxuan, a subtle signal only he could catch. If this farce dragged on, Hei Wuying might cough blood from sheer humiliation.
One hundred million points. A number so absurd it could shatter even a seasoned rchant's heart. Did Su Xiaobai possess such wealth?
Of course not.
But did he weave the lie so beautifully that none dared to question him?
Absolutely.
Zhao Tianxuan nodded, stepping forward with the grace of a man exhausted by life. His voice rang across the arena—
"The match is concluded. Let us proceed."
Hei Wuying sighed in relief, wisely swallowing whatever words still lingered on his tongue. He had lost today—not in battle, but in a far crueler ga.
Next to step forward was Feng Ruhu, the Beast Taming Peak Lord.
Originally, he was ant to send two of his strongest disciples.
But after witnessing everything?
Fuck that.
Instead, he sent two inner court weaklings, knowing full well they would be crushed.
And crushed they were.
BANG! BANG!
Two bodies soared through the air before slamming into the jade platform, leaving behind only groans and regret.
The crowd didn't even blink.
At this point, one-shots were the standard.
Feng Ruhu let out a long sigh, shoulders relaxing.
He had sacrificed two nobodies, and in return, he had avoided enmity.
A small price to pay.
He cleared his throat. "Su Xiaobai—"
But before he could make his offer—
A deep chuckle interrupted him.
"Disciple Su"
The voice belonged to Lin Qingfeng, the Verdant Peak Lord.
A man with a round belly, a long white beard, and eyes that glead like polished jade.
To the ignorant, he appeared kind, wise, approachable.
To those who knew better—
He was a rchant. A loan shark. A man who never made a deal that didn't end in his favor.
"Join our Verdant Peak, and we shall offer you ten million contribution points as a welcoming gift."
The crowd stirred.
A bold move.
But Lin Qingfeng wasn't finished.
He smiled, stroking his beard.
"And, of course, I have heard of your… unique preferences. Fear not. I have just the thing."
He clapped his hands.
And then—
Five long-legged beauties stepped forward, moving in perfect synchronization, heads bowed at the exact sa angle.
They were like jade sculptures carved by a celestial artist, each possessing an otherworldly grace.
Round, charming faces that invited sinful thoughts, erald eyes that held the depth of ancient forests, and silken brown hair, each styled differently.
One had a short, sharp cut, elegant yet seductive, the kind that whispered of danger.
Even Su Xiaobai's gaze flickered.
The others carried an ethereal charm, a delicate beauty that concealed deadly cultivation.
For these were no re flowers.
Each one was already a Core Disciple.
A harem prepared for convenience.
The crowd exploded.
"Shaless! Verdant Peak is throwing won at him now?!"
Leng Tianhai, the Frost Peak Lord, snorted coldly. "Despicable."
But none were truly surprised.
Lin Qingfeng had one hundred and twenty concubines and over four hundred and fifty children.
These quintuplets? They were his treasures.
And now, he was offering them up.
The sect's standards had truly fallen.
Sigh...
A sigh drifted through the air.
Soft, yet heavy.
Bai Yujian.
Her crystal-clear eyes, usually distant, now held a rare trace of emotion.
But it was not contempt.
It was inevitability.
For this was not about standards.
It was about Su Xiaobai.
Today, it was confird—he had reached Nascent Soul Realm.
And he was only twenty-seven.
A dragon that had only just begun to ascend.
To have him, even for a short ti, would bring honor to any Peak.
And so, Bai Yujian, who had once stood as an unshakable pillar of virtue, now stepped forward.
And spoke.
"Su Xiaobai."
Su Xiaobai, who had been purposefully ignoring her presence, finally turned to et her gaze. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire
And those cold, clear eyes locked onto his.
Behind her, two figures stepped forward.
Wrapped in white fox-fur robes, their faces flushed, their movents timid yet deliberate.
Hu Jiao'er and Hu i'er.
One glared at Su Xiaobai, as if this was all his fault.
The other kept her head down, hands curling against her sleeves.
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