"One, one thousand taels!?"
Liu Qinghong was almost choked by the sudden words.
One thousand taels!
That was not just one thousand copper coins.
Even if it was one thousand copper coins, not every player could afford it.
Not to mention one thousand taels.
Liu Qinghong asked again with uncertainty. He wanted to confirm if he had heard wrongly. "Daoist Priest, I have promised to help you find the Connate spiritual item. What is this one thousand taels for?"
"What do you think of me?"
"Well, Daoist Priest, you're naturally an expert."
"Then I don't look like a fool." The Qing Xuan Daoist pointed at himself and sneered. "You promised to help me find the Connate spiritual item. Do I really believe you?"
"If you break the contract, I will not be able to make up for the loss even if I cut you into pieces."
"So, one thousand taels as a deposit."
"As long as the money is in place, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, hehe!"
At the end, the Qing Xuan Daoist sneered, full of sarcasm.
His meaning was obvious.
Don't even think about getting something without risking anything.
Liu Qinghong opened his mouth and was speechless.
Indeed.
Just as the Qing Xuan Daoist said, it was not impossible for him to stand the other party up and run away. After all, which player would stay in the beginner's village forever?
More importantly.
Liu Qinghong had such a plan in his heart.
Anyway, his initial goal was to find a way to trick the Qing Xuan Daoist into helping him.
As for the other party's conditions.
He would agree to whatever he could and force himself to agree to whatever he could not.
As long as it was not immediately fulfilled, it would not be a big problem.
But —
The Qing Xuan Daoist obviously saw through his plan and directly blocked his way out.
One thousand taels of silver!
This was not a small amount.
Someone once compared the price in the game with the real world.
One thousand taels of silver was roughly equivalent to one million in the real world.
Moreover, there was a price but no supply.
Because it was only the early stage of the game, most players' purchasing power was measured in copper coins.
When it came to silver.
They were all rich people in the game.
It was also because of this that those who could take out one tael of silver for fortune-telling were all rich people in the eyes of other players.
He hesitated for a while.
Liu Qinghong clenched his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Fine. As long as Daoist Priest can help me deal with Mount Liang's Leader, I will pay the one thousand taels of silver."
"Young Hero Liu, you're so bold!"
The Qing Xuan Daoist smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"You have half a day. Wait for me here."
"Have a safe trip. Come back early."
Looking at Liu Qinghong's departing back, the Qing Xuan Daoist called out enthusiastically.
When Liu Qinghong was completely out of sight.
The Qing Xuan Daoist stroked his beard and shook his head.
"A thousand taels, these mutants sure are rich. Tsk tsk!"
On the other side.
After Liu Qinghong returned, he immediately found Fu Moyan and the others and told them about Qing Xuan Taoist's conditions.
It was a prerequisite of one thousand taels of silver.
Fu Moyan and the others were also taken aback.
However.
He was merely surprised.
For them, a thousand taels of silver was not a small price, but it was not impossible to obtain.
Moreover, not all of this money could be shouldered by one family.
If it was spread out, it would only be one or two hundred taels of silver per person.
If that was the case, there would not be any problems.
Money could make the devil turn millstones.
As long as one was willing to spend money, a thousand taels of silver would not even take half a day to gather.
— —
In a wilderness plain.
The bandits of the Cold Mountain Stronghold gathered.
"Stronghold Head!" Niu Feng and the others looked at Qin Shujian in front of them, their expressions extremely respectful.
Qin Shujian turned around and looked.
Out of the five hundred Cold Mountain Stronghold bandits, only a hundred or so were left. The rest had died in the battle with the players and had not respawned yet.
As for the bandits standing here.
The lowest realm was the third level of the Basic Realm.
Even the leaders of the 4th and 5th stage of the Basic Martial Realm had increased by quite a bit.
Even.
There were two more people at the sixth level of the Basic Realm.
These two people.
Not Niu Feng and Xu Yuanming, but Zhang Tieniu and Wang Tiezhu.
This was because the two of them had received cultivation techniques after the fifth level of the Basic Realm. Although Niu Feng and Xu Yuanming were already at the peak of the fifth level of the Basic Realm, the cultivation techniques after that limited their progress.
It was not that Qin Shujian did not teach them the first eight levels of the Body Tempering Scripture.
It was just that the two of them still needed a certain amount of time to completely transform it, so it was not that fast.
Three experts at the sixth level of the Basic Realm, full of vitality.
Seven at the fifth level of the Basic Realm.
Twenty-three at the fourth level of the Basic Realm.
The rest were all at the third level of the Basic Realm.
This kind of strength allowed the Cold Mountain Stronghold to reach an unprecedented peak.
Even if they only used a twentieth of their strength, they would be able to easily submerge the former Cold Mountain Stronghold.
"The appearance of the players is a crisis, but it is also a rare opportunity."
"In the past, before the players arrived, these NPCs would need to bitterly cultivate for several years or even dozens of years to reach their current realm."
"But with the arrival of the players, all of this has become easy."
Qin Shujian looked at the crowd in front of him and could not help but think of a sentence.
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, misfortune and misfortune lie within each other.
The appearance of the players brought a lot of changes to this world.
But at the same time, for these NPCs, it also brought about a great opportunity.
As the head of the Cold Mountain Stronghold, these NPCs were tightly bound to him.
As long as he was still alive, these NPCs would not die when facing the players.
But if he himself was gone, then these NPCs would most likely die as well.
This way.
On a certain level, it could be said that they had gone through life and death together.
But no matter.
For the Cold Mountain Stronghold to reach this step from a small stronghold, it could be said that he had poured a lot of effort into it.
He had never thought that there would be a day when he could decide the life and death of others with a single word.
In just an instant.
Qin Shujian's heart surged with a heroic aura.
"Follow me and flatten the Inhumans!"
"Flatten the Inhumans!"
"Flatten the Inhumans!"
Instantly, the bandits shouted in unison.
"Let's go!"
Qin Shujian turned around and suddenly exerted force between his legs. A small part of the ground immediately caved in. His body was like a startled swan as he dashed into the distance.
Behind him.
Hundreds of bandits moved their feet. Just like Qin Shujian, they also exerted force with their legs and dashed into the distance.
Although most of these bandits were just ordinary bandits of the Cold Mountain Stronghold.
But if they were to be taken out individually, they would be true experts of the third stage of the Martial Realm.
When they burst forth with their full speed, they would not be much slower than a fast horse in a short period of time. As for their aura, they were even superior.
Now that hundreds of people burst forth with their full strength, their aura was even greater.
Rumble!
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