My Master Knows It All

281: Chapter 143: Discourse on the Way of the Sword Sect_2 281: Chapter 143: Discourse on the Way of the Sword Sect_2 “World, I’ve already told you everything about how we, Four Treasures Peak, plan to proceed.

Yet, in order to boost our rank, you deliberately purchased so many Spirit Stones for us,”

“I’ll repay you fifty-fold, whatever the amount was.

Don’t refuse; no matter what, I must repay you.”

“How many…,” Chen Shizhi uttered but quickly altered his statement, “Not much, just a thousand Liang of Spirit Stones.”

He had indeed wanted to claim two thousand Liang, but when he had borrowed money at the foot of the mountain, Cao Zhen had heard those people talk about the debt being a total of fifteen hundred Liang with interest.

Clearly, it couldn’t have been too much.

Cao Zhen now announced his intention to repay the Spirit Stones in front of so many people, most likely for the sake of appearance.

If I lied and said it was two thousand Liang and he found evidence to the contrary, what then?

Wouldn’t that give him an excuse to pay me less?

Having been tricked before, I couldn’t afford to fall for it again or give Cao Zhen an iota of an opportunity.

Cao Zhen was even more moved; to think that his friend only gambled a thousand Liang and yet those people demanded fifteen hundred!

Even with exorbitant interest rates, how many days had it been?

Surely most of the Spirit Stones he’d used were borrowed.

Borrowing so many Spirit Stones was only to aid his own Four Treasures Peak.

“You Rong,” Cao Zhen turned towards Yan Yourong, who was nearly done eating, and said, “The Spiritual Stone Tickets are in my room.

Fetch fifty thousand Liang for World.”

“Yes.” Yan Yourong responded respectfully without a trace of dissatisfaction, then looked at Chen Shizhi and said, “Please follow me.”

“Ah, how can I possibly accept this?” Chen Shizhi protested, yet his feet moved swiftly, quickly following Yan Yourong inside the chamber.

Fifty thousand Liang of Spirit Stones; it was an amount he had never seen in his lifetime.

With those fifty thousand Liang, he could settle his debts and still have a substantial sum left to purchase resources for cultivation.

“Creak.”

Chen Shizhi had just heard the door close when suddenly, an icy sensation enveloped his neck, followed by a terrifying chill emanating from the blade’s sharp edge swirling around the room.

In an instant, every hair stood on end, and goosebumps pricked his entire body.

A knife!

This was Yan Yourong’s knife.

Chen Shizhi’s eyes widened in terror, uncomprehending as he stared at Yan Yourong.

The sharp blade of Yan Yourong’s knife rested against Chen Shizhi’s neck, her expression cold as ice as she demanded, “Tell me, how much Spirit Stones do you owe others?”

“One…

one thousand five hundred Liang.” Chen Shizhi’s voice diminished drastically with the chilling touch on his neck, fearful that any sudden movement would cause the sharp blade to slice open his throat.

“Good.” Yan Yourong didn’t reach for the Spiritual Stone Tickets her master had left in the room but instead drew out two tickets from within her robes, stating, “Here are tickets for one thousand five hundred Liang of Spirit Stones.

Take them, and leave.”

“One thousand five hundred Liang?”

From fifty thousand Liang down to one thousand five hundred, Chen Shizhi, momentarily forgetting the blade at his neck, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Didn’t your master say he would give me fifty thousand Liang of Spirit Stones?”

“You still want fifty thousand Liang?” Yan Yourong’s knife edged closer to Chen Shizhi’s neck, the stinging pain suggesting a nick could be felt, as if his skin had been lightly cut by the long knife.

“My master may be naive, always thinking you are his friend.

But I don’t see it that way.

You never considered my master a friend, you don’t deserve the fifty thousand Liang.

Forget fifty thousand; even this fifteen hundred Liang, I don’t feel like giving you.

“After you take the Spirit Stones, leave immediately.

If you utter a word out of line…

our Four Treasures Peak has a vast backyard, finding a place to bury you where nobody knows would be easy.”

Yan Yourong’s tone was as chilling as ancient ice from the far north, cold enough to make one shudder.

As Chen Shizhi heard that voice which seemed capable of splitting his soul, he nodded repeatedly, not daring to retort.

He felt the icy aura emanating from Yan Yourong, believing that if he spoke further, Yan Yourong would indeed bury him alive.

Cao Zhen, that bastard!

Just as I thought, he wasn’t being kind-hearted!

He must have deliberately conspired with his disciple.

In front of Elder Copper Plate, in front of the Five Evils of Hundred Peaks, and his partner, he pretended to be generous, then let his disciple play the villain!

Despicable!

As Chen Shizhi watched Yan Yourong put away her knife and exit the room, he followed suit.

During the feast, it was evident that the guests were not particularly fond of Chen Shizhi, yet none engaged in conversation with him.

Cao Zhen wished to chat more with his old classmate, but as the star of the day, he was kept busy with people wanting to drink with him, leaving no time to talk at length with Chen Shizhi.

Having merely nibbled at his meal, Chen Shizhi stood up to bid the company farewell, “Gentlemen, I need to check my student’s assignments, so I must be excused.”

Hearing this, Elder Copper Plate, not often one to show favor, nodded to Chen Shizhi, “The children’s assignments must not be delayed.

Since you have matters to attend to, you may leave.”

Chen Shizhi, not wishing to linger, turned and left.

As Li Ke watched his retreating figure, she quietly sent a telepathic message to Yan Yourong, “He’s leaving so hastily, did you give him the hundred thousand Liang of Spirit Stones?”