Credit Sword and Money

"Eighty thousand!"

Emperor Capital directly opened his mouth, without giving Qiu Li a chance to respond.

Chen Xia next to him also remained silent. Who would borrow eighty thousand so straightforwardly? But if he could really borrow that much... that would be good too. So he continued to keep silent.

Qiu Li was stunned again, glancing between them several times before slowly saying,

"Within the sect, the imperial successors are forbidden from killing each other, so robbery is even more unacceptable."

"So troublesome just to borrow a little money. If you don't have it just say so, poor wretch!" Emperor Capital shouted arrogantly, perfectly demonstrating the image of a villain.

"You have money so you come to me to borrow?!" Qiu Li also grasped the key point and refuted.

"It's not me who wants to borrow, it's Brother Chen who needs it." Emperor Capital shifted his gaze to Chen Xia at his side as he replied.

Chen Xia nodded. "That's right."

They really had too good of an attitude about borrowing money, so good that Qiu Li felt they might just outright rob him at any moment.

Borrowing was just a more artistic way of phrasing it.

"So you borrowed from him too?" Qiu Li asked Emperor Capital doubtfully.

"Of course." Emperor Capital replied.

"Then how much did you borrow?" Qiu Li asked again.

"Eighty thousand!" Emperor Capital gave the same answer.

Chen Xia's eyes twitched to the side. Luckily he had signed an IOU for twenty-five thousand, otherwise he wouldn't be able to withstand Emperor Capital calling out eighty thousand.

When Qiu Li heard that Emperor Capital had borrowed eighty thousand, he immediately frowned deeply, unwilling to admit inferiority, but also doubtful.

"Where do you have eighty thousand spirit stones to lend?"

"None of your business." Emperor Capital pursed his lips disdainfully, "Treasures, pills, cultivation techniques, I sold them all cheaply to get money for Brother Chen. I even sold my own waist, you stingy ghost don't understand a thing!"

Chen Xia whistled to the side, even bringing his left hand up to rub his nose, acting as if he hadn't heard.

If Qiu Li really did sell treasures, pills, and techniques cheaply, or even went to sell his own waist, it definitely had nothing to do with him.

He certainly didn't incite it.

Qiu Li gritted his teeth, still unwilling to admit inferiority, but also unable to take out so many spirit stones. His face flushed red as he shouted,

"It's just eighty thousand spirit stones, I'll take out the stones from my family and it'll be fine. The process is just complicated. For now I can first lend Chen Xia thirty thousand spirit stones."

Emperor Capital's eyes widened and he directly took out a greenish small knife from his bosom, jeering loudly,

"So much useless chatter. Dare to just slice off your waist and gather some spirit stones for Brother Chen? I see you can't withstand poverty, yet you're still timid!"

"You don't even dare to slice your own waist, how do you plan to become an emperor?!"

"Forget it, forget it. Thirty thousand is enough, after all not everyone is as bold as you." Chen Xia at the side couldn't bear it anymore and persuaded them.

"Humph, fine. In the end you do have to lower your head to us. Not daring to slice your own waist is normal."

Emperor Capital put away the greenish small knife.

Qiu Li's flushed face became even more red, even giving off some steam.

He could tolerate other ridicule, but he absolutely could not tolerate what Emperor Capital had just said.

Qiu Li had gone into seclusion for two great worlds precisely to avoid the most ferocious imperial successors of other great worlds. He wanted to emerge in the next most flourishing great world.

He wanted to establish his own imperial path, and absolutely did not want to be trampled underfoot by anyone.

Even with Chen Xia, the undisputed number one among the outer disciples now, Qiu Li did not feel trampled underfoot.

He only felt that his own cultivation level was lacking, which was why he lost to Chen Xia. As long as his level rose, he would definitely not lose!

Definitely!

But Emperor Capital's words, saying he was lower than both of them, made Qiu Li unable to restrain himself any longer. His eyes turned red as he gnashed his teeth tightly.

He directly drew the sword at his waist and stabbed toward his waist. Fresh blood splattered.

Emperor Capital watched with some surprise in his eyes.

Damn, he really sliced it off!

Chen Xia had a different thought.

How much is the waist of an imperial successor worth?

Please advise, urgent.

Qiu Li endured the pain and gritted his teeth, "I'll go sell it soon, and I'll also definitely lend you the remaining eighty thousand spirit stones. Remember what I said, I'm no worse than either of you!"

"Alright." Chen Xia nodded and at the same time motioned for Emperor Capital not to speak. He feared Qiu Li wouldn't be able to endure the stimulation and would slice himself apart completely.

Then his eighty thousand spirit stones would go down the drain.

But slicing your waist wasn't a serious injury. Rest and recuperate with spirit medicines for a period of time and it would be fine, even lighter than Chen Xia's hand injury.

In the end, Chen Xia borrowed fifty-five thousand spirit stones from the two imperial successors Emperor Capital and Qiu Li. Due to the IOUs, there were no swords on loan.

But added together it was still far from three hundred thousand spirit stones.

So Chen Xia had Zhang Daoming spread the word that he lacked money and needed to borrow some, and could loan out swords to let people experience the feeling of being a sword cultivator.

Borrow one thousand spirit stones and get a spirit sword on loan, five thousand spirit stones for a Dao sword.

This method was quite effective, it had to be said.

Some people wanted to get on Chen Xia's good side, while others wanted to experience having a flying sword.

Disciples came one after another to find Chen Xia, but no one could lend too much, just a few dozen or a hundred spirit stones.

They all wanted to get acquainted with Chen Xia and pave the way for future interactions. And who knows, if they built up some rapport.

Right now Chen Xia was the sole darling among the outer disciples, his value far exceeding the other two imperial successors.

Able to stalemate a 6th layer Inverse Oceans realm cultivator at the peak of Drawing Mountains, how terrifying would Chen Xia be once he reached Inverse Oceans realm?

He would surely defeat Qiu Qi and firmly take the 5th rank spot among core disciples.

And at this rate, Chen Xia could absolutely secure the position of number one of the younger generation of Sky Sword Sect.

An existence with such monstrous talent, the outer disciples naturally wanted to find every opportunity to interact with him while they had the chance.

Moreover, lending money also allowed them to temporarily obtain an obedient flying sword, already profitable, even a small gain.

They were naturally happy to lend money to Chen Xia.

"One hundred thirty spirit stones, for a low-grade spirit sword."

Chen Xia kept count as he summoned a small emerald sword to float next to that disciple.

"It can help you fight enemies, but pay attention to its emotions, otherwise if it doesn't want to help you, it has nothing to do with me."

"Of course, of course!" The outer disciple hurriedly nodded, looking at the emerald sword with an excited expression. He hadn't expected that he would also have a chance to be a sword cultivator.

This was a real flying sword! The most powerful existence among treasures.

But this disciple was also a bit worried, "This flying sword won't devour its master, right?"

After all, records of flying swords devouring their masters were not uncommon in history, and ninety-nine percent of those were sword cultivators. Even sword cultivators might not be able to control their own flying swords, so how could he guarantee he could do it?

"Maybe it won't." Chen Xia replied.

The outer disciple was startled, and asked again, "Why is it maybe it won't?"

"Because it's also possible that it will."

Was Chen Xia's response.