As the group emerged from the Black Soil Dead Mountain and prepared to return to Heavenly Fox Valley, Ning Tian did not forget to collect his small sum of money.
While several hundred billion spirit coins may not seem like much, it's still a windfall.
Deep in the forest outside Black Soil Dead Mountain, many cultivators were still waiting.
They were unaware of what was happening in the forbidden zone.
"Take a walk and have a look! This is an essential elixir for entering the Black Soil Dead Mountain. Take one and you're guaranteed to be immune to death energy! Since opening, we haven't received a single negative review. It's incredibly cheap!"
The hawking cries continued to ring out.
"Grass!"
"You lousy Taoist priest, you're selling me fake medicine. I'm giving you a bad review right now."
Just then.
Several auras emerged from the Black Soil Dead Mountain. Many cultivators had come out of the Black Soil Dead Mountain. Although it was only one-tenth of the number that had entered, it was still quite a number.
"Fellow Daoist, you're still alive?"
The Taoist priest selling essential elixirs changed his expression slightly, stroked his little mustache, narrowed his eyes, and said, "If you're not dead, then I'm going to have to give you a bad review."
Holy crap!
"So that's why your pills have no bad reviews! Everyone who ate them died!"
"Grass!"
"You filthy Taoist priest, prepare to die!"
"Wait, don't hit a hero in the face... Ah!"
Screams of agony filled the air.
Seeing this, many cultivators around were somewhat surprised. It seemed that there were quite a few people who had come out of the Black Soil Dead Mountain this time. Could it be that something unexpected had happened in the Black Soil Dead Mountain?
Not far away.
Beside the wooden platform, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion watched the approaching crowd with a smile.
"It seems the Death Bell has already found its owner. I wonder if it's the Boundless Divine Dynasty or some other popular sect?" He thought to himself with delight. No matter which popular power seizes the Death Bell, his Rich Pavilion will make a fortune.
You might make a small profit if you bet a lot, but I will never lose.
"Hey, manager, were you waiting for me?" Just then, a laugh rang out, and a group of people walked towards their Rich Man's Pavilion from the direction of Black Soil Dead Mountain.
"Um?"
"This is... Ning Buxu?"
Upon seeing Ning Tian, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion trembled and became somewhat nervous.
after all.
This time, Ning Tian came in his true form. His handsome face is known to everyone in the Chaos Emperor Domain! Especially those unscrupulous merchants and bandit groups, who all admire Ning Buxu and are studying how to rob millions of cultivators.
"Fellow Daoist Ning..."
"What business does Fellow Daoist Ning have with my Rich Man's Pavilion?"
Despite being somewhat nervous, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion maintained his professional ethics, smiled, and looked at Ning Tian.
"oh."
"It's nothing, I'm just here to collect the money."
Ning Tian gave an "oh" and casually finished speaking. Then he glanced at the wooden plaque behind the manager, which showed a staggering 50 billion spirit coins!
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion raised an eyebrow. Why didn't he remember that Ning Buxu had also placed a bet?
But it's okay.
Ning Buxu robbed millions of cultivators, so he couldn't possibly be poor. As long as Ning Buxu bet a lot, he wouldn't lose money.
after all.
Their way of making money is to take 30% of the bets placed.
"I wonder who it was, Fellow Daoist Ning? I'd like to verify this." The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion felt much less nervous and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at Ning Tian.
"Demolish the Heavenly Gate."
Ning Tian said with a smile.
After saying that, he took out the receipt.
"Demolish...demolish Tianmen?"
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion was stunned for a moment, then completely dumbfounded.
Why does this name sound so familiar?
Grass!
Isn't this the same person who demolished the Heavenly Gate by spending a spirit coin?
Looking at Ning Buxu's smiling face, which was exactly the same as the previous person's smile, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion instantly understood a lot. He seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking.
Grass.
Ning Buxu, that scoundrel, schemed against me!
Even if he can take 30%, that's 30% of one spirit coin!
How much money could I possibly have?
"Manager, manager?"
At this moment, Ning Tian thoughtfully waved his hand in front of him, waking him up and forcing him to face despair.
"Brother in charge, your Rich Man's Pavilion wouldn't go back on its word, would it?"
After the steward regained consciousness, Ning Tian looked at him with a smile.
No...it can't be...
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said, word by word, "Fellow Daoist Ning, rest assured, the Rich Man's Pavilion has always been honest and trustworthy. I will give you the spirit coins now..."
After saying that.
He took out a storage ring and handed it to Ning Tian.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, you count them."
Ning Tian took it, glanced at it briefly, and nodded. "Okay, although it's not particularly profitable to earn several hundred billion spirit coins with just one spirit coin, I'm still very satisfied."
"..."
Upon hearing this...
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion twitched his lips. "Can't you speak like a human being?"
Su Yueyao and the others nearby said that they were already used to it.
"Ha ha."
"Brother manager, I'll definitely come back to Baofu Pavilion next time. There aren't many shops as trustworthy as yours anymore." Ning Tian smiled and patted the manager of Baofu Pavilion on the shoulder, then turned and left with his group.
"You...you still came to my Rich Man's Pavilion!?"
Upon hearing this, the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion trembled, looking at Ning Tian and his group as if they were demons.
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