Chapter 4235 Blackmailing One by One

Ye Bufan swept his Divine Sense, and there were exactly 30,000 chaotic sacred crystals inside.

Yan Song only had a few hundred in his hand, and that old man Ku Xuzi only gave him 10,000, from which it could be judged that 30,000 was definitely not a small number.

It seemed that Zhou Ping was quite good at dealing with people, no wonder he held the position of Hall Master of the Internal Affairs Hall.

"Hall Master Zhou is good, go back and prepare well, you will soon become an Elder of the Sect."

Ye Bufan reached out and patted his shoulder, his face full of approval, as if it were an appreciation from a superior to a subordinate.

"I hope Young Master will promote me more!" Zhou Ping's face was full of smiles, and he was already dreaming of becoming an Elder.

"Alright, I still have things to do." Ye Bufan greeted him, left the Internal Affairs Hall, and headed to the External Affairs Hall.

Zhao Kang, the Hall Master of the External Affairs Hall, was a serious person on weekdays, much more taciturn than the smooth Zhou Ping.

"Greetings, Young Master." When he saw Ye Bufan enter, he only gave a perfunctory greeting, without much expression.

Ye Bufan was pressed for time, so he didn't waste words and went straight to the point.

"Hall Master Zhao, I'm a bit short on cash recently, can I borrow 20,000 chaotic sacred crystals?" This number was also his comprehensive judgment; although the External Affairs Hall was not as good as the Internal Affairs Hall, this old man still had some savings, so 20,000 should not be a problem.

Zhao Kang was expressionless: "Sorry, Young Master, this old man doesn't have that many chaotic sacred crystals."

Ye Bufan was not surprised by the old man's refusal; he had completely absorbed Pan Cheng's memories and understood these people in the Sect.

"No money, is that right? What do you think this is?" As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and an image crystal appeared in his palm, followed by a clear image appearing before the two of them.

A man and a woman were naked, having a great time.

Zhao Kang's expression instantly changed drastically; the man inside was none other than his only son, Zhao Qian.

He was an upright person, but his precious son was the opposite, idle on weekdays and particularly lustful.

Although he had been reprimanded many times, he never changed.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but the crucial point was that the woman was none other than Seventh Elder's eighth Dao Companion.

If this matter were to spread, his precious son would surely die.

It turned out that Pan Cheng, who seemed like an idle playboy, actually had great ambitions.

He was the Sect Master's most beloved son, but as the youngest son, it was not easy to inherit the position.

So he had been accumulating capital for himself, including secretly finding leverage over these Elders of the Sect.

This image crystal was secretly kept by him, just waiting for the day to threaten Zhao Kang, and today it happened to be used by Ye Bufan.

"How about it, Hall Master Zhao, do you have sacred crystals now?"

Zhao Kang's expression was grim; his son was his only weakness, and he finally chose to bow his head: "I can give it, but this crystal must be given to me."

Ye Bufan nodded: "Of course, I am a man of my word, a hand for money, a hand for goods."

"Here!" Zhao Kang took out a Storage Ring and handed it over; it contained exactly 20,000 chaotic sacred crystals, which was almost all of his family's assets.

"Pleasure doing business!" Ye Bufan took the Storage Ring and left, and in the blink of an eye, another 20,000 was in his account; this money-making speed was truly fast.

Next, he began to visit the various Hall Masters one by one, and then the thirteen舵主.

For these people, he would either win them over, threaten them, or, if all else failed, pull out the trump cards in Pan Cheng's hands.

In short, the progress was very smooth; he extorted them one by one.

When he walked out of the last 舵主's room, he had already accumulated a total of 300,000 chaotic sacred crystals.

"300,000, that's 300,000!" Ye Bufan was overjoyed; with these chaotic sacred crystals, his strength could at least increase by two or three more Ranks.

However, now was not the time; a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and he could not show too much prominence; pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was the kingly way.

Improvement was necessary, but it had to wait until after the first Holy Spirit Tournament assessment; otherwise, if he improved so many Ranks in just one month, it would likely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Just as he was overjoyed and planning his next step, a majestic middle-aged man suddenly appeared before him.

"Cheng'er, why aren't you hurrying to prepare for the Holy Spirit Tournament, what are you doing here?"

Ye Bufan's heart tightened instantly; the person who came was none other than the Valley Master of Piaoxiang Valley, Pan Cheng's Father, Pan Chi.

He hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Father, your son is precisely preparing for the Holy Spirit Tournament, and is about to enter seclusion to break through to the Primordial Spirit Realm, so I am visiting various Seniors to accumulate some experience."

To prevent any flaws from showing, he was meticulously careful in everything, acting according to Pan Cheng's memories.

"Not arrogant or impatient, very good, very good; work hard, this Holy Spirit Tournament is your chance to show yourself, don't miss it!"

Pan Chi truly loved this son the most and had thoughts of passing on the position, but unfortunately, this son was not very ambitious.

Now seeing Ye Bufan's performance, he was extremely happy.

"Okay, Father, your son will definitely not disappoint you, I will go prepare for the breakthrough now." Ye Bufan saluted again and turned to walk towards the Transmission Hall.

Of course, he wasn't going back to Cultivate in seclusion, but was eager to leave Pan Chi; after all, being in front of someone's Father was simply too dangerous, and it was easy to expose flaws.

Moreover, after extorting so many people, he could temporarily muddle through, but over time, he would inevitably reveal himself.

After moving away from Pan Chi, Ye Bufan finally breathed a sigh of relief, then hurried out of the Sect with two guards.

Piaoxiang Valley could no longer be stayed in; he had to quickly eliminate the hidden dangers.

Upon arriving at the mountain gate, a guard captain stepped forward and asked: "Young Master, where are you going?"

According to the rules of Piaoxiang Valley, anyone leaving the Sect must be registered, and moreover, with the Holy Spirit Tournament imminent, logically speaking, Pan Cheng should be cultivating in seclusion.

"You dog slave, do I need you to tell me where Young Master is going?" Ye Bufan directly slapped him, perfectly embodying the image of a dissolute Young Master.

"I…" The guard captain was beaten but dared not utter a single fart; who told him that the other person was the Sect Master's most beloved son.

Ye Bufan snorted coldly, led his two subordinates directly out of the mountain gate, and headed into the distance.

After moving away from Piaoxiang Valley, he finally let out a long breath.

However, the matter was not over yet; once the news of his departure from the Sect reached Pan Chi's ears, someone would immediately come to search for him.

Thinking of this, his mind moved, and the real Pan Cheng and the bodies of the two guards appeared before him.

There were victims, so there had to be a murderer to make it more realistic.

Ye Bufan's mouth curved into a cold smile, and then Xuanji Emperor appeared before him.

This old fellow was useless now, so he might as well be used as a scapegoat.

Xuanji Emperor opened his eyes, felt the rich Chaos Qi, and looked at Ye Bufan, his face full of astonishment: "Where is this?"

"This is the Chaotic Saint Realm you've always dreamed of, and it's also your burial ground."

Before Xuanji Emperor could understand what that meant, Hundred Transformations Illusory Sky Metal had already cut off his head and taken his Primordial Spirit.

Afterward, he also dealt with the scene, creating the illusion of a struggle after which all four people died here.

Beside Pan Cheng's body, he also dipped his hand in blood and crookedly wrote the words "It's the Sect."

In short, the illusion created was that the murderer pointed to someone within the Sect, an old plot device often used in Earth's TV dramas.

After doing all this, he concealed his aura and quickly left the area.