Jiang Wuwang gritted his teeth, directly extending his hand to Ningxue Sword: "Give me twenty taels of silver."

"Give you?!"

Ningxue Sword widened his eyes, incredulously looking at him: "Give you? Give?! Damn! Is this how you people from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect ask for loans, all high and mighty?"

"I have no money. You give it to me," Jiang Wuwang said.

"So arrogant with no money?"

Ningxue Sword said, "You poor bastard, you don’t even have this small amount? And I should give it to you? On what basis?"

Jiang Wuwang angrily replied: "If you hadn’t hit me, would I have spat blood?"

Ningxue Sword retorted furiously: "Bullshit! You’re from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, who else would I hit if not you!? Or should I hit my own people?"

Jiang Wuwang was completely speechless: What he said makes so much damn sense!

"Then lend me twenty taels first."

"No lending!" Ningxue Sword said: "You two, take him away, lock him up for ten days as compensation. That’s the rule."

The two with red armbands nodded, and with a swish, revealed their iron chains.

"Damn it, I’m a Special Envoy!" Jiang Wuwang was on the verge of collapse.

"Stinks like hell, Special Envoy, right?"

Ningxue Sword grinned maliciously: "Let him go to the confinement room to stink it up!"

The two were about to make a move.

Jiang Wuwang shouted: "I’ll borrow, borrow twenty taels from you!"

"You can borrow money, but what about interest?"

Ningxue Sword said: "We need to be clear about this, even close brothers settle accounts."

"Ten times the interest," Jiang Wuwang grudgingly breathed a heavy sigh.

"The hell, I’m Ningxue Sword, ranked third on the Cloud Weapon List, just for coveting your mere 200 taels?"

Ningxue Sword was dissatisfied: "Counted in Spirit Crystals! Ten times interest, monthly interest, compound interest."

"..." Jiang Wuwang angrily burst out: "You damn..."

Suddenly realizing, he had a flash of inspiration, took a Spirit Crystal from his bosom, and handed it to the two red armbands: "No change needed."

This Spirit Crystal was worth at least millions of silver.

Ningxue Sword snorted and said: "I want to make money!"

The two red armbands immediately said: "We only want silver!"

Jiang Wuwang felt the urge to vomit blood again.

Being so caught by Ningxue Sword, he knew without bleeding, he couldn’t leave; this guy was clearly extorting him. However... few people on the entire continent could endure his extortion.

"I accept!"

"Then you sign and seal it. Black and white, press a fingerprint."

Ningxue Sword supervised the completion of the IOU, stuffed it into his bosom, and laughed heartily.

He handed Jiang Wuwang two brand new silver notes: "Here."

"Hand them directly to those two," Jiang Wuwang said weakly.

"Bullshit, I lent money to you, what you do with it is none of my business, even if you go whoring. How is directly giving it to those two a solution? What if you shirk the debt?"

Ningxue Sword was furious.

Jiang Wuwang’s face turned ashen, took the silver notes, and paid the fine.

Then he took a hundred Divine Crystals out of the Space Ring: "Here, pay you back."

Twenty taels of silver, repaid with a hundred Divine Crystals.

This deal was done to an insane profit. Hundreds of billions of times the gain... the gap was simply incomparable.

Who knew Ningxue Sword shook his head like a rattle drum, took out the IOU, pointing at the words: "Monthly interest! Cannot be collected until due. I’m a rule-abiding person."

Jiang Wuwang: "...Then do I have to specifically come to you to pay back in a month?"

"I can come to you."

"..."

Jiang Wuwang dared not let Ningxue Sword come looking for him, shaking his head like a rattle drum: "I will come to you."

"Alright, then make sure you find me properly."

Ningxue Sword reminded: "If overdue, it accumulates more interest."

"..."

Jiang Wuwang was utterly speechless.

Ningxue Sword’s intention was crystal clear to him; this guy clearly wanted him to be indebted forever; following the tenfold monthly compound interest calculation, in a few months he wouldn’t be able to repay in his lifetime.

"I might as well now..."

Before Jiang Wuwang could finish his words, he heard a voice from the hall: "The Ninth Lord requests the Special Envoy of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect."

Ningxue Sword, upon hearing the voice, patted Jiang Wuwang’s body and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Jiang Wuwang tidied his attire and hurriedly practiced to recover.

Only then did he realize that the cultivation restriction hadn’t been lifted.

"Ningxue Sword, damn you..."

Jiang Wuwang was utterly speechless.

What the hell is this!

He had long heard that the Guardian Ningxue Sword had a nasty temperament, but he never expected it to be this bad!

Step by step, he walked into the main hall, greeted, and then.

"...Our Vice Sect Master sent me specifically to deliver to Dongfang Strategist..."

Speaking, he reached into his bosom.

This letter was initially placed in the Space Ring, but after entering Kan Ke City, he took it out, and kept it in his bosom: just to be composed.

Yet, as he reached in, his entire being stiffened.

Where was the letter?

Only to see Ningxue Sword cheerfully taking out a letter, fake smile all over: "Ninth Brother, Yan Nan’s letter. It’s here."

Jiang Wuwang bulged his eyes: "..."

He suddenly remembered the time Ningxue Sword reached into his bosom.

"You damn..."

Jiang Wuwang was furious, wanting to jump up and fight desperately.

But with cultivation still sealed, he couldn’t jump up...

Dongfang Sansan looked at the situation and helplessly smiled: "Return the letter to him, how can you be so rude? Also lift the cultivation seal."

Then he laughed: "Special Envoy Jiang, don’t be angry, Qianshan just likes to joke, he doesn’t really mean harm."

Jiang Wuwang’s heart was exploding.

You call this joking.

This is called no harm!

The letter returned to his hand, but Jiang Wuwang had completely lost his momentum: the letter was taken and then returned to him.

If he continued to act high and mighty, it would be more of a joke than a joke itself.

With a dark face, he presented the letter.

Dongfang Sansan, with both hands, accepted it, showing respect towards Yan Nan.

This made Jiang Wuwang feel a bit better.

"I already know,"

Dongfang Sansan said with a faint smile: "Please report back to Vice Sect Master Yan, everything will be as he says."