"Since he also possesses the strength of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, then let my disciple have a match with him."
A Foundation Establishment stage expert over two hundred years old has no face to say that he would challenge a young man in his twenties.
Surely it would be alright to send my apprentice?
In their previous encounter, Chu Mo used a little trick, seemingly gaining a slight advantage.
But the Ghost Taoist was certain that his opponent could not possibly be a match for his disciple.
Gu Zhennan followed him in cultivating for over 160 years, and more than 20 years ago, he entered the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment stage.
At that time, Chu Mo hadn't even been born yet, right?
While talent is important for cultivators, time is equally crucial.
Those who first enter this realm are far superior to those who come later, both in terms of accumulated vital energy and profound understanding of the Great Dao.
Being at the same level of cultivation does not necessarily mean having the same level of strength.
"No way, Guzhen Nan is over a hundred years old, while Chu Mo is just a kid. Why are you comparing yourself to me?"
Upon hearing his suggestion, Chen Weiguo immediately refused, and the others quickly nodded in agreement.
According to the information they had, Chu Mo was only a low-grade Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Although his strength was comparable to that of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, Gu Zhennan was no ordinary cultivator.
Ghost Taoist looked frustrated; if the other party insisted on not competing, he really had no choice.
After seeing the official stance, he had given up the idea of killing Chu Mo.
It's not worth risking your sect and your own life for a little bit of face!
I originally intended to use the competition to dampen Chu Mo's arrogance, regain my face, and most importantly, win a few bottles of Kunlun Immortal Wine.
But if they don't agree, his plan will have to fall through.
But he was still unwilling to give up, deliberately staring at Chu Mo and provoking him:
"Kid, aren't you so arrogant? Do you dare to have a match with my disciple?"
"If you win, Changqing Pharmaceutical, under my Yuhun Sect, will be yours. It's a high-quality company with a market value of 70 billion."
Upon hearing Changqing Pharmaceutical and the words "70 billion," Chu Mo's eyes lit up immediately.
"Okay, I agree!"
"However, if you lose, you must apologize to me in person and offer me ten bottles of Kunlun Immortal Wine as compensation."
The true nature of the Ghost Taoist has finally been revealed.
"Okay!" Chu Mo nodded readily.
So this largest pharmaceutical giant is actually an enterprise of the Yuhun Sect?
Kunlun Xianniang Company needs a pharmaceutical company like this right now; they're very sensible!
Seeing him nod in agreement, the Ghost Taoist couldn't help but burst into laughter inside.
This kid is indeed tempted.
No matter how valuable a company is, you can only take it if you win.
Thinking of the Kunlun Immortal Wine he was about to obtain, the Ghost Daoist was filled with anticipation.
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