Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to do it, nor did he dare to imagine someone would wipe out an entire unrelated family for the sake of someone they cared about. It was evident that he cared deeply for Yu Mo, but because of this care, his personality seemed to have veered to an extreme.
The talk of exterminating a whole family was truly terrifying.
Wen Ping chose not to respond to his words—such a person was not someone he wished to deal with, as he disliked interacting with extreme individuals.
He then turned to Yang Zongxian and said, "Clan Leader Yang, I still maintain my stance, one hundred thousand gold. If you can’t produce it, let it be. I never wanted you to go in from the start, but you insisted. Benevolence has no price, yet it does have a price!"
Wen Ping shook the Life Cigar handed over by Yun Liao.
As Wen Ping’s hand moved, the expressions of Yang Zongxian and the others grew somewhat unpleasant.
The method to save Yu Mo was right before them, yet they couldn’t manage to grasp it. One hundred thousand gold was just too much.
At that moment, a furious curse came from the direction of the hallway where Arlong, seeing Wen Ping ignoring him and continuing to insist on the price of one hundred thousand gold, finally erupted in anger.
"Wen, if you want to exploit the situation, then don’t blame me for being ruthless! Hand over the cigar, or else—death!"
Step!
Arlong stepped forward, his foot landing on the stone tile, causing his momentum to rise sharply, once again unsettling the entire courtyard.
"Arlong!"
Huaikong called out, but Arlong flatly responded, "Senior Huaikong, allow me to take the cigar!"
As he took a step forward, a surge of heat emerged in his hands, which then smashed onto the bluestone slab.
Bang!
With one punch, the ground quivered with a crack, followed by a conical earth spike abruptly rising from beneath Wen Ping’s feet.
After dodging it, Wen Ping thought to himself: My guess was indeed right; an extreme personality results in extreme actions, sometimes even brainless ones.
It seems that here, only he could save Yu Mo.
Wen Ping then softly called out to Yun Liao, "Elder Yun, it’s your turn."
Yun Mo nodded, staying where he was, focusing his gaze on Arlong not far away, then shouted angrily.
The sonic wave immediately swept through the courtyard, carrying a hint of dragon roar, almost causing the people around to faint.
Even Huaikong, whose realm wasn’t low, went pale, covering his ears for a while before managing to break free from the dizzy state.
When everyone opened their eyes, they saw that the inch-thick bluestone beneath them was all cracked, crumbling into powder with a single step.
"Master of the 13th level Vein Technique!"
Arlong shook his head, enduring the dizziness in his mind, standing firm, but with an extremely ugly expression.
He never expected to encounter a cultivator who had mastered the 13th level of Vein Technique here.
Outside Cangwu City, even in large families or 3-star sects, it’s rare to have cultivators capable of practicing the 13th level Vein Technique. Some generous families might have them, but they are still few in number.
Yet despite being so rare, he encountered one here, and practicing such an eerie Sound Wave Vein Skill no less.
Facing such a technique with mortal abilities was already like striking a stone with an egg.
Not to mention confronting this Sound Wave Vein Skill; sound is omnipresent, how could one possibly escape?
"Do you still want to fight?"
"I surrender! You are superior! I never thought you had practiced the Vein Technique, the Immortal Sect is indeed generous!"
As he uttered this final sentence, Arlong’s voice was filled with resentment.
His resentment was towards his own bad luck because if it were an ordinary Body Refinement Thirteenth Layer, he would have killed them all today.
There would have been no issue saving his lord.
As Arlong retreated helplessly, about to enter the hallway, a slow yet clear sound of footsteps came from inside. The door, slammed shut by the sonic boom, suddenly opened again.
Bam!
The door frame was suddenly grabbed by something.
A hunched figure appeared, with one hand gripping the door frame and the other propping up their knee.
It was Yu Mo.
Yu Mo’s face was pale, appearing like a sick person suffering a long-term illness, lacking the imposing manner of a Profound Realm master reigns supreme.
All that had happened just now was heard by him. He didn’t blame Wen Ping for being ruthless, only blaming his own ill fate.
Though the price Wen Ping demanded was indeed high, it was undeniable that Wen Ping possessed extraordinary medical skills.
"One hundred thousand gold, I’ll pay it!"
Yu Mo shouted in an extremely low voice, and after uttering these five words, he instantly wilted.
It seemed as if that single sentence had exhausted half of his life’s strength.
Unwillingly, Arlong said, "My lord, he’s exploiting the situation!"
After a moment of silence, Yu Mo spoke again, "Arlong, let me ask you, without life, what purpose do gold tickets serve?"