Chapter 3827: Earning Money Without Risking Life

"I… I didn't." Ye Bufan still appeared weak, trembling with fear.

A hint of disdain flashed in Han Lingwei's eyes. Although he hadn't participated in the matches, he had watched every single Hundred Sects Tournament match from below.

He had witnessed the opponent's effortless grace before, and now, in the Yuangu Secret Realm, he was scared to such a state. He truly was a freeloading fellow.

"Nonsense! How could you not have a Storage Ring? Hand it over immediately, or I'll kill you right now!"

"I… I originally had one, but it's with him now!" Ye Bufan said, pointing his finger.

Cao Xuan's face was filled with internal conflict. For a moment, he had hesitated whether to seize the opportunity to escape, but in the end, he didn't have the courage.

After all, Han Lingwei was an Immortal King Peak, one Rank higher than him, and this was the Yuangu Secret Realm, so there was no escaping.

"That, Young Master Han, how about we split it fifty-fifty?" Cao Xuan held the Storage Ring, thinking of the mountain of Immortal Crystals inside, feeling extremely reluctant.

But there was no other way; in this place, strength represented everything. He didn't have the strength, so he could only negotiate with the other party.

However, upon seeing the cold glint in Han Lingwei's eyes, he quickly changed his words, "No, no, no, seventy-thirty… twenty-eighty is fine too…"

"With you, what right do you have to negotiate terms with Young Master?" A hint of Killing Intent flashed in Han Lingwei's eyes. "Hand it over to me immediately."

"Yes!" Although extremely unwilling, Cao Xuan had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the Ring.

Han Lingwei took it, swept his Divine Sense over it, and was immediately filled with wild joy.

The Han Family's gambling den had suffered significant losses recently. If he brought so many Immortal Crystals back and handed them over to the Grand Elder, his status within the Family would surely rise, and he might even become one of the candidates for heir.

Cao Xuan's heart bled with pain, but he had no choice. He said, "Young Master Han, then I'll be leaving!"

"Go on, go on," Han Lingwei waved his hand. "Remember to keep it a secret. No one is allowed to speak about what happened here!"

"Rest assured, I know nothing." Cao Xuan nodded repeatedly, preparing to leave.

But just as he turned, a sharp Sword Qi appeared behind his head.

As a Disciple of a prominent Family, Han Lingwei had always been ruthless. How could he possibly let him leave just like that?

Once the news spread that he had taken Ye Bufan's Storage Ring, how could he possibly take it out?

So the best method was to silence him. A dead man's mouth was the tightest.

Cao Xuan realized that the other party intended to silence him. It was too late to escape. The sharp Sword Qi directly severed his head.

Then another flash of sword light flew out, crushing his Primordial Spirit to pieces.

Until his death, he was filled with unwillingness. He had had an opportunity to get rich, but in the end, he didn't get a single Immortal Crystal and even lost his life here.

Having succeeded in one move, a cold smile played on Han Lingwei's lips. The other party was truly foolish, actually believing that he would let him go.

But before his smile could fade, a sudden sharp pain came from his chest, followed by a blood-stained sword tip piercing through his left chest.

"Who is it!" Han Lingwei was both shocked and enraged. He was a member of the Han Family, after all. Who dared to ambush him, and so silently?

Struggling, he turned his head and saw Jian Juebi, who wore a cold smile.

"You…" What else did Han Lingwei want to say? But his heart had already been pierced by the sword, and even his internal organs had been shredded by the sharp Sword Qi. How could he possibly survive?

Until his death, his eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness.

Jian Juebi snorted coldly, and the immortal sword in his hand flashed with another Sword Qi, crushing the overflowing Primordial Spirit.

Then he reached out and grabbed the Storage Ring from the other party's hand.

His Divine Sense swept over it, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes. In the end, it still belonged to Young Master.

Then he looked at Ye Bufan beside him, his eyes filled with Killing Intent.

As a Disciple of the Four Directions Sword Sect, he already hated the Young man in front of him.

Furthermore, having successively killed two Disciples from the Hundred Champions Competition, such a matter absolutely could not be publicized, so the other party had to die.

At this moment, he noticed that Ye Bufan, who had been trembling with fear, was now looking at him with a mocking smile.

Jian Juebi frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you people." Ye Bufan looked at him cheerfully, "Have you heard this saying? A mouse moonlighting for a cat, not caring about its life for money!

You people are truly foolish, sacrificing your lives for such a small amount of Immortal Crystals. Is it worth it?"

Jian Juebi was a bit confused. He didn't understand what 'moonlighting' meant, nor did he know why the other party's attitude had changed so dramatically.

But no matter what, now that so many Immortal Crystals were in his hands, the next step was to kill the other party.

Whether it was to silence him or to avenge himself, in any case, the other party absolutely could not leave the Yuangu Secret Realm alive.

"Less nonsense, go to hell!" The immortal sword in Jian Juebi's hand transformed into a stream of light, directly piercing towards the opponent's chest, Killing Intent enveloping the world.

He wanted a quick resolution to prevent the news from leaking, so he used his full strength in this move, holding nothing back.

According to his thoughts, with his Immortal Lord Stage strength, killing the opponent would be as easy as turning over his hand; he wouldn't even need a second move.

But as the sword tip drew closer and closer to Ye Bufan, and the sharp Sword Qi was about to pierce his heart,

The other party raised his right hand and flicked his finger. That's right, he just flicked it lightly with two fingers.

With a 'ding' sound, the immortal sword began to crack inch by inch from its tip, then turned into a pile of iron filings and fell to the ground.

At the same time, his tiger's mouth was shaken until it bled profusely, staining the only remaining sword hilt in his hand.

"This…" Jian Juebi retreated seven or eight steps, filled with shock.

What was going on? How was the other party so strong?

To be able to shatter his immortal sword with one move, what kind of cultivation would it take to do that? Immortal Venerable Early Stage, Middle Stage, or Late Stage?

Could it be that the other party had been hiding his strength all along, and his strength was not at all weaker than Jin Meier and the others, perhaps even much stronger?

In just an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

But no matter what, one thing was certain: the other party's strength was absolutely above his, and not by just a little bit.

After realizing this, how could he dare to stay here? He immediately turned and ran.

To save his life, Jian Juebi pushed his speed to the extreme.

But just as he rushed a hundred meters away, a figure flashed before his eyes, and Ye Bufan's smiling face appeared.

He immediately changed direction, but the result was the same: before he could run a hundred meters away, the other person blocked his path again.

At this moment, Jian Juebi's heart completely sank to rock bottom. That single finger that shattered the immortal sword, and now such terrifying speed.

What exactly was the other party's cultivation? Immortal Venerable Early Stage, Middle Stage, or Late Stage?

But he was clearly an unknown Young man, clearly from a low-Rank Sect in Dile Heaven, so how could he be so powerful?

With a heart full of doubt, he flung his hand, and three Storage Rings flew out.

They belonged to the previous Cao Xuan, Han Lingwei, and Ye Bufan's own. "I'll give you all the Rings, just let me go!"