Chapter 1174: Poverty Restricts One’s Imagination (2/2)

Mo Wuji could not help but sigh. He felt that Min Yuan's power was roughly the same at Fang Shiyu. He had fought with Fang Shiyu before; Fang Shiyu was still a huge distance away from an actual Sage.

Even though Min Yuan probably lost so quickly he underestimated him, Min Yuan could probably only last a few more exchanges with him.

”Brother Mo…” Kun Yun stared agitatedly at the restrained Min Yuan. His voice was shaking.

In terms of salutations, he naturally changed from his usual Old Brother Mo to Brother Mo. [1]

Against Min Yuan, he could only die. On the other hand, he knew that Mo Wuji wasn't a greedy and covetous person. Of course, the premise was that he had to treat Mo Wuji with sincerity. Otherwise, what happened in his sea of consciousness previously would happen again. He was too clear of the way that Mo Wuji thought. If he worked with Mo Wuji, the best method was to try any schemes.

”What do you want?” Min Yuan struggled to spit out those words.

Mo Wuji said indifferently, ”What do I want? I have always treated those that tried to kill me equally. That is, kill.”

”Wait…” Sensing Mo Wuji's rising killing intent, Min Yuan didn't dare to gamble with his life.

”If you have anything to say, then say it.” Mo Wuji eased his killing intent.

Min Yuan sucked a breath of air and said, ”You should know. Before the previous Cataclysm arrived, many people left their treasures with me for safekeeping. As long as you let go of me, I will give a portion of those treasures to you.”

”Only a portion?” Mo Wuji laughed.

Min Yuan directly closed his eyes and said, ”That's right, only a portion. If you are going to kill me because I don't give all of them to you, then do it. Take it that I didn't say anything.”

Mo Wuji's spiritual will landed on Min Yuan. Even after a long observation, he could tell that Min Yuan wasn't intentionally acting calm. Not only that, he could sense that Min Yuan had a sort of death conviction.

Mo Wuji sighed. This was the first time that he saw a fella who treasured his treasure more than his life. This fella was clearly a petty man and such a person actually called himself a Great Sage. If this Min Yuan encountered a vicious person, he would be dead by now.

Mo Wuji didn't really care about whether he killed Min Yuan or not. He only cared about the things that Min Yuan could give him. The Cataclysm was coming and he needed to raise his cultivation. Otherwise, he would also be in danger.

”What can you offer? I want to see whether it's enough to buy your life.” Mo Wuji said indifferently. At the same time, he loosened his grip around Min Yuan's neck.

”What do you need?” Min Yuan didn't answer Mo Wuji. Instead, he replied with a question.

Mo Wuji was thinking that he needed at least 1,000 peak-grade god spiritual veins and tens of thousands of high-grade god spiritual veins. However, he paused before he said what he thought. An expert negotiator definitely wouldn't reveal his bottom line.

He, Mo Wuji, wasn't an expert negotiator but he understood that simple principle.

”You are the one that's pleading me. It's not the other way around. If your items aren't enough to satisfy me, then we will have to call off this deal. Regardless, there would be treasures waiting for me at Kun Yun's side. I can simply take Kun Yun's treasures and kill you to quench my anger.” Mo Wuji stared at Min Yuan and spoke with an incomparably indifferent voice.

This time, Min Yuan didn't hesitate. He spoke with a clear voice, ”I can give you 10,000 peak-grade god spiritual veins, 100,000 high-grade god spiritual veins, 10 Tier 9 god herb gardens, 100 god herb gardens that are below Tier 9 and 821 peak-grade smithing materials. Among the smithing materials include a Ferry Bamboo…”

Mo Wuji inhaled a breath of cold air. This fella was too rich. At a single go, he could offer 10,000 peak-grade god spiritual veins. He even had the Ferry Bamboo, that was one of the five greatest Houtian materials. The Rootless God Steel that he used to forge his Half Moon Weighted Halberd was also one of the five greatest Houtian materials. In other words, this Bamboo Ferry was a treasure on the same level as his Rootless God Steel.

Mo Wuji suddenly thought of a phrase: Poverty restricts one's imagination. Just now, he only wanted 1,000 peak-grade god spiritual veins. That was simply…

Kun Yun interjected, ”Min Yuan, before the previous Cataclysm came, countless cultivators left their treasures with you. Now, you are only offering this bit. Do you think that Brother Mo would agree?”

Min Yuan said calmly, ”I can only offer these. If he agrees, then he will agree. If he doesn't agree, then he can kill me. I, Min Yuan, definitely wouldn't make a second offer.”

”I agree. As long as you can take out what you offered, I will not kill you in the Resting Land of Gods. Of course, if you offend me again in the future, then don't blame me for behaving without mercy.” Mo Wuji didn't hesitate to say. He obtained these things as easily as picking money from the road. Moreover, they were extremely important to him. As for killing Min Yuan, it didn't really matter to him.

A petty person like Min Yuan was really true to his words. Such a person would rather allow himself be killed than to give his treasures away.

[1] It becomes a more formal Brother Mo. This is the same Brother Mo that Huan Ti and Tong Ming uses.