The green python didn't take his words seriously at all. He sheathed his longsword and said, "What else? You want to take revenge on me... Hmph, you'll have to have the chance. I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow to sue you for highway robbery. This is a society governed by law. Even if you are a cultivator, you can't break the law."
"You, you dare to push your luck! When did we rob you?" The middle-aged man was so angry that he vomited blood.
With a flick of his longsword, he pointed at the man below who was closing his eyes to heal his wounds: "It's him, it's him who robbed me."
After saying that, he flipped his wrist and pulled out a lingzhi mushroom the size of a bowl, saying, "I clearly picked this lingzhi mushroom first. Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? Once something is picked, it's mine. But he's holding a peach wood sword, pointing it at me, and demanding that I hand over the lingzhi mushroom. What is this if not robbery?"
Don't be fooled by Qingmang's silent demeanor and melancholic youthful appearance in front of Yinhuan; that's only because he's facing Yinhuan. Against anyone else, his words would be so venomous they could make someone vomit blood.
To put it bluntly, when it comes to understanding the world, Huo Fei is probably inferior to him.
The middle-aged man was speechless when asked the question.
He turned his head and looked at his junior brother on the ground: "Xiao Feng, what exactly happened?"
"Senior brother, our master's 'medicine' is only missing one ingredient: a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. We've been searching for so long to finally find it..." The man called Xiao Feng looked up and explained.
However, his explanation was tantamount to admitting that the green python had robbed him.
The middle-aged man inhaled and exhaled, feeling utterly humiliated. Robbing a demon cultivator… No, this had to be covered up; his colleagues couldn't know.
The middle-aged man's face was grim. He turned to look at the green python, pondered for a moment, and said, "Great demon, I see that your meridians are injured. You want this Ganoderma lucidum only to heal your wounds. I will exchange it with you using a medicine unique to my sect. Do you think that's acceptable?"
Their martial uncle's injuries had been lingering for decades. They had gathered all the necessary medicines, except for a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. While Ganoderma lucidum existed in this world, a thousand-year-old one was extremely rare. They had searched for three or four years and finally found it tonight. No matter the cost, they were determined to obtain this Ganoderma lucidum.
The green python refused without hesitation: "No trade!"
With the silver ring around, recovery from his injuries is only a matter of time. Although pills can heal his wounds, they will leave aftereffects. It's better to slowly absorb the essence of the sun and moon to recover.
"Name your terms." Seeing that the green python remained unmoved, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
Upon hearing this, the green python's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "It's not that I can't give it to you, but it depends on whether you can afford the price."
"Just tell me what you want." The middle-aged man looked at the green python's face and exhaled sharply, already prepared for a massive hemorrhage.
Green Python: "Three million, three million, and I'll give you this Ganoderma lucidum."
The middle-aged man paused, then asked, "...What?"
Did he hear that right? Three million...? Was it the three million he thought it was?
Green Python: "Three million, no bargaining. If you want it, pay up. If not, I'm leaving. I'll take it to Shanghai tomorrow. There are many cultivators there; someone will definitely want it."
"Yes, three million, right? I'll go get the money for you right now." Seeing that Qingmang had sheathed his sword and seemed to be really about to leave, the middle-aged man immediately called out to him.
"That's it," he said, seemingly worried that the green python wouldn't believe him, and immediately added, "Do you have a cell phone? Do you have a bank card? If so, I can transfer the money to you."
If money can solve the problem, then it's not a problem. He'd pay up for three million, four million, or even ten million.
However, this demon is a bit eccentric; it doesn't want healing 'medicine,' but it demands money...
Seeing the middle-aged man's impatient look, Qingmang lowered his head, glanced at the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and wondered if he had asked for too little.
That's not right. As far as he knows, three million is a large sum of money. It shouldn't be considered a small amount.
"Just transfer the money to this card." The green python waved its hand and tossed a bank card into the middle-aged man's hand.
He couldn't be bothered to care whether he made a profit or a loss. With these three million, he wasn't worried about supporting Silver Ring in the short term.
He came out just to try his luck, hoping to find something in the mountains to exchange for money. Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to find this Ganoderma lucidum in a narrow crevice in the cliff. The cliff was steep, and the place where the Ganoderma lucidum grew was extremely hidden, making it very difficult for ordinary people to find. Otherwise, this Ganoderma lucidum could not have grown for thousands of years without being discovered.
The middle-aged man took the card, and without saying a word, pulled out his phone, pointed it at the card number, and began transferring money. After the transfer was completed and he saw the name on the bank card, his initial joy was instantly extinguished.
.....fly?
Could it be that Fei that he knows about?
As if he had thought of something, the middle-aged man looked up at the green python.
No wonder he was so confident; he was one of Huo Fei's men.
Well, since he was Huo Fei's man, there was no need for him to pursue the matter too much. After all, as Huo Fei said, it was indeed his side that was in the wrong first. The middle-aged man returned the bank card to Qing Mang, turned around, and left the mountain forest with his injured junior brothers and sisters.
As soon as he left, Silver Ring and his group, who had already reached the cliff, emerged from their hiding place.
"Green Python, why didn't you kill them?" Black Bear appeared, glaring fiercely in the direction where the three had disappeared.
Cultivators are all bad people. Damn it, before he was arrested and thrown in jail, he was beaten up badly by those cultivators. He had to get this revenge.
The green python glanced at him indifferently: "If you want to expose our whereabouts, then go ahead."
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