"You want to be a coward, right? Alright, I'll grant you your wish. Every time I see you, I'll challenge you to a duel and you'll reject me every single time. It won't be long before your name, Senior Brother Ling, will spread throughout the entire True Wind Sect … and even the entire Wood Puppet World … "
Seeing that Ling Dong had the intention to reject him, Guan Minghua began to insult Ling Dong without restraint.
Ling Dong's face darkened while Guan Minghua, who had just scolded Ling Dong, became happy. As long as Ling Dong was angry, there would be a chance for him to win the battle.
From Guan Minghua's point of view, with his cultivation at the peak of Rank Six Star Transformation, it would be a piece of cake for him to crush Ling Dong, a Rank One Star Transformation 'genius'.
Most importantly, Guan Minghua did not want to lose the benefits of being a golden-robed elite disciple. After enjoying the benefits of being a golden-robed elite disciple, the benefits of being a silver-robed elite disciple were worse than sh * t.
Moreover, the better the benefits, the higher the cultivation. The worse the benefits, the slower the cultivation. This was also the reason why the inner disciples of True Gang Sect fought so hard for the position of a silver-robed elite disciple and a golden-robed elite disciple.
"Turtle Ling? To be honest, I don't like this name! " Ling Dong suddenly said something that made Guan Minghua ecstatic. As long as Ling Dong agreed to the battle, the position of a golden-robed elite disciple would definitely fall into Guan Minghua's pocket.
"However, with the Sect Leader's decree, I don't need to accept your challenge. Tell me, why should I risk losing my status as a golden-robed elite disciple just to compete with you?" Ling Dong added. "After all, we're not inexperienced youngsters, right?"
Ling Dong's last sentence made Guan Minghua's heart turn cold. If Ling Dong really wanted to reject him, there was nothing he could do. Guan Minghua did not dare to casually spread the nickname 'Turtle Ling' around. The rules of True Gang Sect were not to be trifled with.
"But …"
Ling Dong's word 'but' immediately reignited the flame of hope in Guan Minghua's heart. He hastily raised his head and looked at Ling Dong with a hopeful and nervous expression, wanting to hear what Ling Dong had to say next.
Guan Minghua didn't realize at all that he had been played by Ling Dong in the palm of his hand!
"However, I am very unhappy with the name Ling Dong. Furthermore, you, a silver-clothed disciple, dare to be so arrogant in front of my golden-clothed senior brother. If I don't teach you a lesson, won't anyone be able to behave atrociously in front of me, Ling Dong? But … "
Ling Dong's words made Guan Minghua extremely happy, but the word 'however' made Guan Minghua extremely nervous. Ling Dong's words made Guan Minghua ecstatic. His mood was no different from riding a roller coaster.
"But what?" Guan Minghua asked nervously. How could Guan Minghua not be nervous when it concerned the position of the golden-clothed elite disciple that was ten times better than that of the silver-clothed disciple?
"However, I would be at a disadvantage if I directly accepted your request for a sparring match! If you win, you can get the position of my golden-clothed disciple and enjoy the super high treatment of a golden-clothed disciple. I will lose a lot! But if I win this battle and you lose, you won't lose anything and I won't get any benefits. It's unfair, very unfair! "
Ling Dong shook his head and said seriously.
Seeing that Ling Dong had the intention to agree, Yang Cheng was extremely anxious. He wanted to persuade him again, but he also saw that Ling Dong was a very opinionated person. If he wanted to listen to advice, he would have listened to him earlier. If he didn't persuade him, wouldn't it be too easy for Guan Minghua to get a big benefit for free?
"Unfair? Benefits? " Hearing this, Guan Minghua stared blankly. He immediately understood. He was not stupid to be able to get to where he was today: "What, you mean you want me to add some stakes?"
"Smart!" Ling Dong gave Guan Minghua a thumbs up and smiled with his eyes squinted. But Yang Cheng on the side felt that Ling Dong's smile contained a deep pit, a big pit that Guan Minghua wanted to jump into.
But after thinking about it, Yang Cheng couldn't understand. Ling Dong was a First Stage Star Transformation disciple, where did his confidence come from?
"Stakes, that's good! This is indeed unfair to Senior Apprentice Brother Ling. How about this, I will give you twenty mid-grade Reiki. If Senior Apprentice Brother Ling can beat me in the battle, you can take it! "Guan Minghua said.
"Only twenty mid-grade Reiki?" Ling Dong turned his head to Yang Cheng: "Junior Apprentice Brother Yang, I remember that the gold-clothed elite disciples receive a mid-grade Reiki as their monthly allowance, right? In one year, they receive twelve mid-grade Reiki. That's sixty mid-grade Reiki for five years, and this doesn't even include the other benefits that gold-clothed elite disciples receive, such as pills and cultivation space! "
Hearing this, Guan Minghua was so angry that he almost fainted from Ling Dong's words! Gold-clothed elite disciples received such benefits, but could it be that they didn't eat or drink? Being able to save up twenty mid-grade Reiki in five years was already not bad!
However, Ling Dong now had Guan Minghua's weakness. If Guan Minghua wanted Ling Dong to agree to the battle, he had to continue adding stakes until Ling Dong was satisfied.
"Eighty mid-grade Reiki. Senior Apprentice Brother Ling, are you satisfied now?" Guan Minghua clenched his teeth and reported a number that shocked Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng had given up on his cultivation all these years and had been running around doing Sect missions, so he only had fifty mid-grade Reiki. It was only after winning against Gong Zhi that his wealth suddenly multiplied several times, reaching more than two hundred mid-grade Reiki.
However, this gold-clothed elite disciple had accumulated so many mid-grade Reiki through his hard work every day, which showed how good the treatment of gold-clothed elite disciples was.
"Uh …" Ling Dong still wasn't satisfied with this number. He turned to Yang Cheng and said, "Junior Apprentice Brother Yang, can you calculate for me how many mid-grade Reiki a five-year gold-clothed elite disciple can enjoy from the Sect?"
In this aspect, Yang Cheng was extremely familiar with it. After calculating with his fingers, he said, "Senior Brother Ling, a five-year golden-clothed elite disciple can enjoy all kinds of benefits, such as crystal stones, elixirs, treasured weapons, talismans, and a place to cultivate. At the very least, you can get close to a thousand Middle Spiritual Crystals, and this is not including some privileges of status!"
Hearing this, Ling Dong shook his head and said, "Junior Apprentice Brother Guan, you see, a five-year gold-clothed elite disciple can easily get a thousand mid-grade Reiki, but your stake is only eighty mid-grade Reiki. The difference is too big. It's not fair, not fair at all! Sorry, Junior Apprentice Brother Yang, let's go! "
While speaking, Ling Dong pulled Yang Cheng and was about to leave.
Whether Ling Dong was really leaving or not, Guan Minghua was anxious. If Ling Dong left, his position as a gold-clothed disciple would be gone. How could he not be anxious?
"No, no, no, Senior Apprentice Brother Ling, I'll add more, I'll add more. Ninety-two mid-grade Reiki, that's all I have …"
"Only one-tenth? Are you playing with a three-year-old?" Ling Dong glared and walked away. Guan Minghua anxiously stopped Ling Dong and said, "Senior Apprentice Brother Ling, don't worry, don't worry, give me a few minutes to think of a way!"
"Okay, I'll give you a few minutes …"
Looking at this scene, Yang Cheng was also dumbfounded. This Senior Brother Ling was too awesome. It had only been a few minutes, and he had already made Guan Minghua run in circles!
"Brothers, lend me as many mid-grade Reiki as you have. I'll repay you in the future …" Guan Minghua was forced to this point by Ling Dong. For the sake of that gold-clothed elite disciple position that he thought was close at hand, Guan Minghua was ready to throw caution to the wind.
Of course, the reason why Guan Minghua went all out was because he was 100% confident that he would be able to defeat Ling Dong, a 'genius' who was only at the First Stage of the Star Transformation Realm!
A few minutes later, Guan Minghua excitedly said to Ling Dong, "Senior Apprentice Brother Ling, 150 mid-grade Reiki is my limit. Even a silver-clothed elite disciple wouldn't be able to accumulate 150 mid-grade Reiki without at least a few decades! "
"Only 150? That's too little! " What made Guan Minghua very depressed was that Ling Dong still raised a finger and waved it in a carefree manner in response to what Guan Minghua thought was a sky-high price.
Ling Dong's behavior puzzled Yang Cheng. Even a gold-clothed elite disciple wouldn't be able to accumulate 150 mid-grade Reiki without doing a lot of sect missions or adventuring outside.
At this time, Yang Cheng was even a little confused. Yang Cheng was wondering if Ling Dong was using this as an excuse to tactfully decline Guan Minghua's challenge.
But in the next moment, Yang Cheng's doubts grew even stronger.
"Five hundred Middle Rank Spirit Crystals. If you are able to take out five hundred Middle Rank Spirit Crystals as the wager, two days later, I will …" Speaking till here, Ling Dong turned his head to look at Yang Cheng and asked, "That's right, Junior Brother Yang, where is the Sparring Competition usually held?"
"Most of them are held in the sect's competition field. There are sect elders on duty there!" Yang Cheng replied.
"Good, Guan Minghua. If you can take out 500 mid-grade Reiki as the prize, in two days, I'll be waiting for you at the sect's competition field at a quarter to the hour. I won't wait for you if you're late!"
At the end, Ling Dong turned his head and added, "500 mid-grade Reiki is only double the income of a five-year gold-clothed disciple. You're still getting a big bargain!"
After throwing down these words that made Guan Minghua vomit blood, Ling Dong turned his head and left, not giving Guan Minghua any chance to bargain.
Looking at Ling Dong leaving, Yang Cheng hurriedly followed, but he was completely confused. 500 mid-grade Reiki was equivalent to 50,000 low-grade Reiki. It was a sky-high price. Perhaps only those red-clothed elite disciples could afford it.
Hearing this sky-high price, Yang Cheng almost believed that Ling Dong was using it to make things difficult for Guan Minghua. But what made Yang Cheng puzzled was that Ling Dong had set a specific time and place for the battle.
Ling Dong's behavior made Yang Cheng somewhat unable to see through Ling Dong.
"500 Middle-grade Spiritual Crystals … Motherf * cker, are you toying with me?" Looking at Ling Dong's back, Guan Minghua almost jumped up and cursed. Under normal circumstances, even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't be able to get 500 mid-grade Reiki.
"Damn, I'll go all out!" When Ling Dong's silhouette disappeared from Guan Minghua's sight, Guan Minghua's mouth suddenly spat out these four words. Four words that reeked of blood! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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