Just now, Jin Yeyang, Tianji Laodao, and Leng Hanmei played good cop and bad cop, respectively.

The three men's goal was to intimidate Han Feng and gain the upper hand in the subsequent negotiations.

Han Feng didn't care about any of that; he was least afraid of threats.

Besides, he seems to be best at threatening people; these three are simply showing off their limited skills in front of an expert.

"Fellow Daoist Han, weren't you just going to apologize? Jin Tianrong is already dead. In a battle, people don't know their own strength, and it's normal for people to die or be injured. Since he's already dead, you should return his essence and blood to the Golden Crow Clan Chief. That would be a form of atonement." Old Daoist Tianji acted as a peacemaker.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to pay it back, but look, Chief Jinwu has already refused me twice. If I were to do it again, I would be incredibly ungrateful," Han Feng sighed.

"I..."

Jin Yeyang was about to say "I want it," but he couldn't get the rest of his words out.

He has cultivated from the Qi Refining stage to the Mahayana stage and has never suffered such humiliation.

Even though he was being threatened, he still had to compromise.

“I said the Golden Crow Clan Chief will not forgive, just as I cannot forgive myself.”

Han Feng sighed: "It seems that this grudge will be difficult to resolve in the future. Now the auction continues. The essence blood of the Golden Crow Saint of the Heavenly Demon Sect is absolutely pure. Once you miss it, you will never have it again."

"I don't need to explain the effects of True Spirit Essence Blood; everyone should understand that it has excellent effects whether used for cultivation, medicine, or body tempering."

"Let's see who dares to buy my clan's essence blood. Do they want to be enemies with my Golden Crow Clan and the entire Heavenly Demon Sect?" Jin Yeyang roared angrily.

The people in the hall were quite enthusiastic just now, but after Jin Yeyang warned them, they all shut their mouths.

The Golden Crow's essence blood is no match for Hu Qiqing's personal clothing. If they dared to buy it, they would definitely anger the Heavenly Demon Sect.

For a moment, the hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"Fellow Daoist Han, stop wasting your time. Just return the Golden Crow Blood Essence to the Golden Crow Clan Chief. Even if you dare to sell this, we wouldn't dare to buy it." A smile appeared on the face of the old Daoist Tianji.

He felt a sense of satisfaction watching the people around him suffer misfortune, but he felt even more satisfied when Han Feng suffered misfortune.

“Fellow Daoist Tianji, I suddenly forgot something. Your disciple seems to like keeping a diary, recording important things in it. How about I read it aloud so we can all share it?” Han Feng said with a smile.

"I was just offering an opinion, I didn't mean anything else," the old Taoist priest quickly explained.

He seemed to remember that his apprentice didn't like writing in a diary, but when Han Feng said it, it took on a completely different meaning.

Things that were once certain are no longer 100% certain.

"Even if you don't return it to me, so what? I want to see who among us dares to buy my clan's blood essence," Jin Yeyang sneered.

"Everyone, you may not dare to buy it, but you can buy it 'in the name of friendship,' that will do," Han Feng reminded them.

“I almost forgot, I have a friend who is a member of the Golden Crow Clan. I can buy this Golden Crow essence blood for him to use, which can help him advance his cultivation.”

“My friend’s friend is also a member of the Golden Crow Clan. He has recently gone astray in his cultivation and is not far from death. He urgently needs some Golden Crow essence blood. I wonder if he could give it to me.”

“You people clearly want it yourselves, but you insist that your friends want it. I’m different. I have a relative who is a member of the Golden Crow Clan, and he really needs the Golden Crow’s essence blood.”

...

Even with Han Feng's prompting, the people present couldn't resist anymore.

The true essence of blood is so useful that it's hard for anyone to resist its temptation.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, there's only one bottle of Golden Crow Essence Blood, the same as always." Han Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"You don't need to bid anymore. Just name your price for this Golden Crow Essence Blood in spirit stones," Jin Yeyang said, conceding.

"Twenty million top-grade spirit stones, no room for negotiation."

"You've gone too far."

"You, a Mahayana cultivator, can't even come up with 20 million top-grade spirit stones. If you don't have the money, don't stop everyone from bidding."

"I can't be bothered to argue with you."

Jin Yeyang took out a storage bag from his person and threw it to Han Feng.

After checking and confirming that everything was correct, Han Feng tossed the jade bottle in his hand to Jin Yeyang.

Jin Yeyang took the jade bottle and sensed it briefly, and immediately realized something was wrong.

The blood in this jade bottle is just the blood of ordinary spirit beasts, with only a small portion being the essence blood of the Golden Crow.

The small golden crow that formed on the jade bottle is due to this part of the golden crow's essence and blood.

In other words, this bottle of Golden Crow Essence Blood is completely fake.

"You promised the Golden Crow's essence blood, but it's just ordinary spirit beast blood. Are you deliberately playing me for a fool?" Jin Yeyang said angrily.

"I forgot, the Golden Crow's essence blood has been used up. I'm really sorry," Han Feng said matter-of-factly.

"Since it's not the essence of the Golden Crow, give me back the spirit stone."

"Once an item is sold, it cannot be returned."

"You are lying."

"Who says otherwise? Otherwise, everyone would call me Old Devil Han."

Han Feng showed no sign of backing down; on the contrary, he became even more aggressive.

Jin Yeyang really wanted to make a move, but the people around him stopped him in time.

"Old Demon Han, you've veered off-topic for so long, showing no intention of negotiation whatsoever. If you don't want to negotiate, you can just say so. The major sects of Lingzhou have plenty of ways to make you submit." Leng Hanmei's tone was icy cold.

After what just happened, the way we address each other has also changed.

The fact that she changed her name from Fellow Daoist Han to Old Demon Han shows how much she hates Han Feng.

"Tell me your conditions for me to hand over the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword."

Han Feng stopped beating around the bush; this matter was unavoidable.

The three men had already extorted enough from him; he wouldn't get anything more if he continued.

"We're offering you very favorable terms. As long as you hand over the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword, any unpleasantness between you and the cultivators of Lingzhou will be wiped clean, and they won't hold it against you anymore," Leng Hanmei said.

"You call this a benefit? I understand what you mean. I handed over the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword, and since you couldn't choose a recipient, I'm safe for now. But if you had chosen a recipient, wouldn't I be doomed?" Han Feng sneered.

"Then what else do you want? You've already gotten all the benefits you wanted—a total of one hundred million top-grade spirit stones, enough for you to cultivate for a long time," Jin Yeyang said, still harboring resentment.

“You don’t need to worry too much. All the major sects in Lingzhou are reputable, so you can rest assured. Besides, you don’t have a choice right now. Don’t think that just because we are helpless against you, you will soon realize the truth if you really refuse,” the old Taoist Tianji chimed in.

"You don't need to try to persuade me anymore. I definitely won't agree to it. If this is your attitude, I think it's safer for me to have the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword by my side."

Han Feng rejected the three men's suggestion without the slightest hesitation.