The white-haired stylist spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female, saying bluntly, "No."

"Why? Your price is too high," the middle-aged man said indignantly.

"I never haggle. If you can't afford it, turn right and leave!" the white-haired stylist said nonchalantly.

You country bumpkin, what are you pretending to be if you have no money? I'm not buying it.

The middle-aged man immediately exploded, his face turning extremely ugly. He cursed loudly, "Go to hell! I traveled all the way to Zhongzhou just to see you, and you won't even give me a penny off? Don't you respect me?"

"Yes!" the craftsman replied without hesitation.

"Damn it, you don't know what's good for you! I am a great emperor at the eighth level, and you dare to offend me? Today I'll send you to see the King of Hell!" With that, the middle-aged man threw a punch with tremendous power, which flew towards the white-haired craftsman with lightning speed.

At the same time, the craftsman drew a sword with a "whoosh," and with a flash of sword light and shimmering sword intent, he went straight for the middle-aged man.

"Boom!"

The two attacks collided violently, causing space to dissipate and terrifying rifts, like cracks in the universe, to open, creating an extremely frightening scene.

The middle-aged man sensed something was wrong, his heart skipped a beat, and he tried to get away.

The opponent's sword was too strong; his punch was utterly useless!

But he didn't have time to react before his fist was cleaved open by a sword. Then, the sword light whistled past, cutting him in two as easily as a knife slicing through tofu.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Holy crap, that's a fast sword.

The entire process was incredibly fast, as smooth as flowing water, truly exceptional, happening almost in the blink of an eye.

Even the pagoda was cut open, splitting it in two, which was astonishing.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the swordsmith restored the broken spire to its original state, then twirled the sword gracefully before sheathing it.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, breathtakingly beautiful, simply perfect.

Gu Changqing was slightly taken aback and cast an admiring glance at the craftsman.

As expected of someone at the top, he was able to kill this middle-aged man with a single sword strike. This middle-aged man was, after all, a powerful figure at the eighth level of the Great Emperor realm, yet he was utterly powerless against him.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the cultivator possessed the cultivation level of a Celestial Emperor at the third level.

He thought to himself that the white-haired stylist had some skill; not bad.

At this moment, the white-haired craftsman turned to look at Gu Changqing and spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female, like that of a eunuch, saying, "Young master, what kind of weapon are you here to forge? Why don't you take a look? I have everything."

Gu Changqing smiled slightly and said, "I'm not here to forge weapons, but to inlay gemstones." As he spoke, he took out a sparkling light stone.

The craftsman's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "This is a luminous stone?"

"Exactly!" Gu Changqing said confidently. He hadn't expected to finally meet someone who recognized his worth. Damn, that was really rare.

"This is a rare treasure. Countless people want to own it and fight tooth and nail for it. But later, it disappeared without a trace. I was fortunate enough to see it once before, and I will never forget it. I never thought that I would see it again in my lifetime," the white-haired stylist said with lingering reminiscence.

"Oh? There's such a thing? I didn't know. I forgot to ask, how many spirit stones are needed to inlay the gemstone?" Gu Changqing asked seriously.

When the price was mentioned, the architect replied without batting an eye, "One hundred billion, not a penny less."

Um?

what the hell?

Do you think I'm a sucker, someone you can easily bully?

Gu Changqing frowned and said coldly, "The architect on the first floor told me that although the ninety-nine floors are very expensive, they only cost five billion. Why did you say one hundred billion? Could you have misremembered?"

"He's right, that was the old price. It's gone up now, is that not allowed?" the craftsman said arrogantly, looking very smug.

Upon hearing this, Gu Changqing's face immediately darkened, and he coldly said, "Can't you offer a discount? Eight billion as a fixed price, how about that?"

The craftsman sneered, and without saying a word, drew his sword. A flash of cold light appeared, and the space shattered instantly. In the blink of an eye, the pagoda swayed precariously, and a large hole was cleaved open at the top, splitting it in two—a truly spectacular sight.

Seeing this, Gu Changqing sneered repeatedly, remaining calm and unperturbed.

When the sword light passed, the craftsman was shocked to find that Gu Changqing was completely unharmed, standing perfectly still in the same spot, with only a single hair slowly falling from his chest.

Gu Changqing smirked and said dismissively, "I thought you were so powerful, but all you did was cut off one of my hairs. Is that all?"

The white-haired stylist was immediately taken aback, his heart pounding wildly.

Holy crap, what's going on? What's this guy doing?

He was a dignified Immortal Emperor of the third level, standing at the pinnacle of the Central Continent, yet he only managed to knock off a single hair from this person's head.

Holy crap????????

The stylist who created the white hair was filled with question marks.

His face showed an expression of disbelief, and he asked in astonishment, "May I ask who you are?"