Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 84: A Glorious Death for You

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: A Glorious Death for You

"Just barking like a dog twice is not interesting enough. You’ll have to add another condition before I agree!" Chu Feng said in a leisurely manner.

In the face of Qiao Sheng’s arrogance, Chu Feng was even more haughty.

When it comes to Alchemy, even the Dean would have to kneel before Chu Feng and call him an ancestor.

Chu Feng was not satisfied with merely making Qiao Sheng kneel and bark like a dog; he wanted to gain some substantial benefits.

"Haha... So arrogant, so ignorant! Truly, ignorance knows no fear!"

"You actually want to proactively add a condition? Alright then, tell me, what condition do you want to add? This young master will keep you company to the end."

Qiao Sheng, as the son of the Qiao Family, spoke with a wealth and boldness to match his status.

His laughter was laced with rage, convinced that Chu Feng was digging his own grave. Without a second thought, he blurted out his grandiose declaration.

"Simple, whoever loses has to pay the other this much Silver!" Chu Feng said with a smile, raising one finger.

"Ten taels of Silver? Just this little amount, this young master wouldn’t even bother to stoop down to pick it up if he saw it on the road!" Qiao Sheng, in the presence of beauties like Lin Yuxin, naturally had to act the part. Ten taels of silver, while not a lot to him, were certainly not trivial enough to throw away carelessly.

Little did he know, Chu Feng’s expression remained unchanged, shaking his head with a smile.

"Not ten taels, could it be you’re only betting one tael of silver? Are you joking, you poor thing?" Qiao Sheng’s face showed utter contempt.

"Sigh, it seems your brain was either caught in a door or you’ve been through dung! Not being able to discern such an obvious gesture, how stupid must you be?"

"Whoever loses, must pay the other ten thousand taels of silver!"

Chu Feng scornfully looked down upon Qiao Sheng once more, while revealing the specific amount of the bet.

Hiss~!

Hearing Chu Feng announce the amount of ten thousand taels, even the ’generous’ Prince Liu Ping couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

This was simply too crazy.

To these heirs, a hundred taels of silver was already considered a large amount. One thousand taels were definitely a fortune. As for ten thousand taels, that would probably deplete over ten years’ worth of expenses.

Qiao Sheng too was shocked; he dared to bet one thousand taels, but the figure of ten thousand taels was too frightening.

It was not just for fun, if he lost, he was likely to have his legs broken by the Qiao Family Head.

"Haha, you, a poor fellow from the Sword King Mansion who can’t even afford a meal, dare to bet ten thousand taels of silver, who are you trying to bluff?"

"Never mind ten thousand taels, you probably can’t even produce one thousand taels, can you?"

After the initial shock and panic had passed, Qiao Sheng had calmed down.

Such a huge amount, he dared not agree to. Because he simply couldn’t afford to lose.

Last time during the herb gathering, Chu Feng had won against him, which had already caused him psychological trauma. Once bitten, twice shy.

Chu Feng’s proposal of such a high stake seemed even more unfathomable.

Qiao Sheng, who cared so much about face, definitely wouldn’t foolishly say that the stake is too high and he can’t afford the bet.

He played it smart, using the persona of a superior rich young master to question Chu Feng’s financial capacity.

In this way, not only could he perfectly refuse Chu Feng’s betting demand but also save his own face.

"Can’t produce one thousand taels? Is Young Master Qiao projecting his own limitations onto others?"

"If I can produce one thousand taels right now, do you dare to take the bet?"

Chu Feng’s face was full of ridicule, brimming with a provocative meaning.

Over the years, the Sword King Mansion has fallen from grace and has not been spared from bullying by these people.

Previously, lacking the ability, Chu Feng conceded, but now that he possessed the skill, he naturally wanted to slap the faces back. Be it in this life or the next, he was determined to deal with each and every enemy.

All accounts to settle, not a single one would be missed.

Faced with Chu Feng’s brazen provocation, could Qiao Sheng afford to act timidly? Definitely not.

He had to bite the bullet and scoffed, "Go ahead, show me if you can! As long as you can produce one thousand silver taels, this young master will gamble with you." Qiao Sheng and Liu Ping, among others, were convinced that Chu Feng couldn’t even produce ten silver taels.

Lin Yuxin and the others also looked at Chu Feng with sympathy.

Without money, why stubbornly pretend to be rich? Ten thousand silver taels, that’s an astronomical figure.

Slap!

In the midst of everyone’s doubting and mocking gazes, Chu Feng didn’t even blink as he slapped a silver note worth a thousand taels onto the table.

His Puppet Elixir fetched a sky-high price of sixty thousand taels. A mere ten thousand silver taels, Chu Feng could easily earn.

As for one thousand silver taels, Chu Feng treated it as if it was nothing more than waste paper, easily tossing it out.

"There really is... one..." Qiao Sheng’s face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of any color.

He hadn’t expected Chu Feng to actually be able to produce one thousand taels.

Liu Ping was even more dumbstruck, his face turning exceptionally lively. Not long ago, he had ridiculed Chu Feng as a pauper who couldn’t even afford a meal.

Now, Chu Feng had shown him what a real tycoon looked like, hadn’t he?

"Is one note not enough? If it’s not enough, then let’s make it two!"

As he spoke, Chu Feng once again slapped down a second silver note on the table with a smack.

It was another large silver note worth a thousand taels.

"Still not enough? Then I’ll open the eyes of you lowlifes who look down upon others!"

Slap!

A third silver note worth a thousand taels was slapped onto the table. This scene was truly heart-stopping.

With every note Chu Feng slammed down, Qiao Sheng couldn’t help but shudder.

Lin Yuxin and Lei Ting, among other girls, looked at Chu Feng with eyes filled with shock and admiration. They had never thought Chu Feng could be so wealthy.

Compared to those young masters and rich heirs who show off and flaunt their wealth all day, Chu Feng was at least ten times richer.

People like Liu Ping would normally show off even if they took out ten taels of silver.

When they dine out, booking a private room worth two or three taels of silver, they behave as if they’re afraid others won’t know about it.

Compared to Chu Feng, they’re simply childish and superficial kids.

Only someone like Chu Feng, who is low-key and restrained without showing off their wealth, is the real tycoon. Wealth is matched with capability and character.

Whereas Liu Ping, Qiao Sheng and the like are merely spendthrifts relying on their parents’ remaining fame, bullying others with their status.

"Young Master Qiao, I have now proven my financial strength! You’re not going to chicken out and be too afraid to gamble, are you?"

"Heh, actually, ten thousand silver taels isn’t really much! If you think that’s not exciting enough, we could gamble a hundred thousand taels!"

Chu Feng was ostentatiously explosive, and with his words, he severely squeezed Qiao Sheng a few more times.

Cold sweat the size of beans was desperately seeping from Qiao Sheng’s forehead. He dared not gamble even ten thousand taels; gambling with a hundred thousand taels would be akin to betting with his life.

"Humph, what a joke! If a penniless bird like you can take out ten thousand taels, do you think this young master can’t?"

Qiao Sheng hadn’t anticipated at all that Chu Feng was merely bluffing with an empty show of strength.

Indeed, Chu Feng had only a little over three thousand silver taels left on him.

If he didn’t give ten thousand taels to his senior brother, he could indeed easily produce them.

In a confrontation with an enemy, sometimes what’s compared is momentum. Without doubt, Chu Feng, by consecutively bringing out one silver note after another worth a thousand taels, had completely overwhelmed Qiao Sheng and the others.

Forcing them not to harbor any doubts.

They had become absolutely certain that Chu Feng could definitely produce ten thousand taels.

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