"Xiao Yi, just what is the origin of this sword? It's incredibly powerful!"
He had just given it a light swing, and the sword beam sliced off Gu Mo's arm along with his sword. If he were fighting barehanded, it wouldn't have been so easy for Fang Jueyu to win.
"Of course! The Artifact Refining Technique I taught you is nothing like the junk on your Earth," Xiao Yi said proudly, "On Earth, weapons are categorized as mundane weapons and Innate weapons, but this sword could definitely be considered a Divine Artifact."
"If you reached Gu Yi's level, you could slice a mountain in half with a single strike. But for now, you can barely use it. Still, with this sword, you could walk sideways on Earth even if you only had the power of a Hidden Elementer."
"Awesome, awesome!" Fang Jueyu gently stroked the ancient sword in his hand. Fu Baidai was truly amazing; even something left behind by their ancestors was full of surprises.
After sealing the acupuncture point, Gu Mo's bleeding stopped gradually. But with True Qi leaking and his weapon destroyed, and fearing the Divine Weapon in Fang Jueyu's hand, he wouldn't dare to make a move.
"How much more does he have that's hidden?" Chen Menghan stared at the severed black treasure sword on the ground.
This sword, called the Gucang Sword, was a treasure handed down through generations of the Gucang Sword Sect. A genuine Innate weapon, it was notorious in the entire Ancient Martial World for only breaking others, not being broken itself. Who would've thought it would be destroyed here today?
With the Gucang Sword destroyed and an arm severed, Gu Mo's strength decreased by at least fifty percent. The days ahead for the Gucang Sword Sect would likely be quite challenging.
"Old Fang, you okay?"
"I'm fine, these old Muggles can't hurt me."
"So, you had a falling out before?" Wang Cong sensed some resentment in Fang Jueyu's tone.
"Yeah, this group somehow got a screw loose, barged into my house demandingsome management fee, and even chopped my door to pieces. I'm here to collect on that debt today."
"Damn, I remember now, every New Year my dad would meet with some people dressed like charlatans. Could they be the same ones?" Wang Cong suddenly recalled something.
"They probably are. I'd bet these Ancient Martial World sects have been collecting protection fees from every notable rich person in Huaxia. But they were out of luck running into me this time."
"Swoosh!" Fang Jueyu thrust the ancient sword into the ground. The rock, hard as it was, got pierced halfway as though it were tofu.
He walked forward step by step, a devilish smile crossing his face.
"This group is done for," Wang Cong covered his eyes. Knowing Fang Jueyu as he did, this expression meant he was up to trouble.
Seeing Fang Jueyu approaching, the four elders immediately stood guard in front of Gu Mo.
"Hey, your Sect Leader has already been chopped down by me. Do you think you all could beat me?" Fang Jueyu pointed at the ancient sword on the ground, "Want to taste a hit from my Great Sword, too?"
"Stand down!" Gu Mo's face was pale. But as the Sect Leader, he couldn't just watch his elders die—given their ability, they couldn't even survive one strike from Fang Jueyu.
"Today, my Gucang Sword Sect has fallen. Tell me, what do you want? My sect will bear the consequences," Gu Mo said with resolve.
"I told you, I'm just here for compensation. Just pay for my labor, emotional damage, and my house door, and that's it, right? Did it need to come to violence? Satisfied now?" Fang Jueyu put on an aggrieved expression, as though he were the one who suffered losses today.
"Someone, bring me the checkbook!" Gu Mo heard clearly: Fang Jueyu was just here for money, but he really wanted to swear, wondering how the world's wealthiest man could be missing a mere three billion.
"Sect Leader!" A disciple handed Gu Mo a thick stack of checks with a pen.
Gu Mo scribbled a number on the check, then signed his name.
"Our Ancient Martial Association works with various banks. Any check below a hundred million US dollars can be cashed immediately!" Gu Mo ripped off three checks and handed them to Fang Jueyu.
"This guy is so shameless," Wang Cong looked disgustedly. Compensation for labor? Wasn't Fang Jueyu full of energy and fighting spirit while crashing some currency market back then?
But in this world, the winners write the rules. If Fang Jueyu were weak, he'd probably have just paid that management fee quietly. Now that he won, naturally, he called the shots.
"Why didn't you just give them to me sooner?" Fang Jueyu happily took the three checks, "Xiao Yi, everything alright?"
"Host, no problem, these three checks can be cashed anytime."
"Good, that's settled." Fang Jueyu stuffed the checks into his pocket.
"You've got your money. Now you can go, right?" Gu Mo said.
"Yeah, we've settled that old debt. Now it's time to talk about today's bill," Fang Jueyu said.
He had realized these Ancient Martial Sects were filthy rich. Even though he was already wealthy, who could dislike having more money? Rich people's money accumulates from stinginess and thrift.
"Today's bill?" Gu Mo was furious, seeing that Fang Jueyu just wanted to exploit them.
"Don't go overboard—aren't you afraid of mutual destruction?"
"Mutual destruction? First, you need to see if you have such power, okay?" Fang Jueyu laughed.
"You!" Gu Mo's chest heaved violently, showing his anger, but what Fang Jueyu said was true. Even if the entire Gucang Sword Sect was destroyed today, it would hardly hurt Fang Jueyu.
"Say it, how much do you want?" Gu Mo finally gave up resisting.
"Isn't it only right for me to collect a debt? You not only didn't compensate me but tried to kill me. I'm a coward with a weak heart. I need to go for a full-body check-up at the hospital later, so the medical fees, nourishment fees, given my net worth, ten billion dollars isn't too much, right?"
"No... no problem, bring the checkbook..." Gu Mo sighed; today was sure to bleed them dry. Ten billion dollars was practically their sect's annual expenditure.
"And?" Gu Mo was about to cry. Though the Gucang Sword Sect was rich, maintaining so many disciples and the mountain gate's upkeep consumed astronomical funds annually. They didn't have much cash on hand.
"I'm asking if you want your arm back," Fang Jueyu pointed at the severed arm, "I know some medical skills and can reattach it without any aftereffects. How about that?"
"Really?" Gu Mo's eyes lit up. With medicine so advanced, as long as antiseptic and preservation were done right, a severed arm could indeed be reattached, although less nimble than before.
The Gucang Sword Sect was Gu Mo's creation, and he made many enemies. With reduced power, the sect would be on the brink of ruin.
Though the Gucang Sword was gone, if Gu Mo remained strong, the sect wouldn't regress.
"You're sure you can reattach my arm without any aftereffects?"
"Of course!" Fang Jueyu extended his hand, "Medical fees, ten billion dollars!"