Zeng Shuheng was stunned—he hadn’t expected Ye Tianying to be so decisive. Sweeping his divine consciousness over the storage pouches, he saw they contained precisely what Ye Tianying had claimed. The spirit herbs alone were worth two hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones, yet Ye Tianying had discounted them to two hundred thousand.0

Zeng Shuheng’s eyes flashed. He chuckled coldly, flinging everything back to Ye Tianying. “Ye Tianying! I wanted one million spirit stones, not a pile of random things.”0

Ye Tianying now understood that Zeng Shuheng would stop at nothing to claim Ye Qing’er as his son’s wife.0

Clang!0

Ye Tianying drew his sword with a fierce motion. Though outnumbered by two Golden Core cultivators, his voice rang like thunder. “We could have civilly settled this, but you ref...0