C113 Ten Thousand Merchant Points!!

In the Early Period, the technique could cause an opponent to forget everything in a brief span of time.

Once Qin Buyi's cultivation reached sufficient strength, he could even permanently wipe an opponent's memories, an aspect that was truly frightening.

Many Almighties carried within their memories a multitude of experiences from past lives.

Should they be hit by the Past Severing technique, all prior memories would be wiped clean.

Without their memories, even the most formidable Almighties would become as vulnerable as infants, stripped of all divine powers, spells, and history... This technique was aptly named: Past Severing.

Imagine, in the heat of battle, if one combatant suddenly lost all recollection.

The outcome of such a fight would be clear-cut.

"This sword technique is incredibly powerful!" Qin Buyi murmured to himself.

The only downside was that Past Severing required one to be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage to wield, and Qin Buyi's current level of cultivation fell short of that mark.

"I need to advance my cultivation level as soon as possible," Qin Buyi resolved internally, eager to harness the full potential of Past Severing.

Observing Ying Ye and Wang Chengfeng below the arena, their gazes vacant, it was evident how overwhelming the sword technique was.

One had achieved Perfection in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, the other was in the Middle Period of the Mahayana Stage, yet now they were as bewildered and curious as three-year-olds.

The Past Severing that Ying Ye and Wang Chengfeng had endured was merely a casual strike from Honglian.

As Honglian's power receded, the ominous red aura of malice in the arena vanished as well.

The teacher and students, who had been desperately contending with the malevolent aura, felt an immense relief, as though a great weight had been lifted from them, once it dissipated.

However, the malevolent energy Qin Buyi had been using to sustain his wounds did not subside. At that moment, Ying Zhi leapt from below to the top of the arena.

With a look of fervent concern, he addressed Qin Buyi, "Mr. Qin, I... for a moment, I feared you were done for."

His voice tinged with self-reproach, he continued, "It's my fault. I'm too weak. If only I had the same influence as my elder brother, I could have surely saved you, Mr. Qin."

Even without Honglian's oppressive power, his injuries did not improve.

The excruciating pain from his injuries relentlessly assaulted Qin Buyi's consciousness. Gritting his teeth through the agony, he gestured toward Ying Ye below the stage and said, "Mr. Zhi, now is your opportunity."

"Ying Ye will remain in this foolish state for the next six months. I'm confident that this time will be ample for you to turn the tables," Qin Buyi asserted.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zhi's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the befuddled Ying Ye and Wang Chengfeng. "Is what you're saying true, Mr. Qin? If so, with Big Brother's forces leaderless for half a year, it's more than just a chance to even the score."

"I'm certain I can reverse our fortunes and crush Big Brother's power base once and for all," Ying Zhi declared with conviction.

"Well then, allow me to extend my early congratulations on your impending victory, Mr. Zhi," Qin Buyi responded.

"Cough, but before we get ahead of ourselves, Mr. Zhi, could you spare ten million Low Grade Spirit Stones? I need them for my recovery."

Without hesitation, Ying Zhi passed over a storage ring. Qin Buyi's Divine Consciousness swept through its contents, revealing neatly stacked Spirit Stones—six hundred thousand of them, alongside forty million Low Grade Spirit Stones. In total, they amounted to a staggering one hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones.

Bewildered, Qin Buyi looked at Ying Zhi and inquired, "Mr. Zhi, what's the meaning of this?"

Scratching his head, Ying Zhi offered a genuine smile and explained, "Please accept it, Mr. Qin. When you were facing a life-or-death crisis, I failed to lend a hand, and that weighs heavily on me."

"You must take it, or I'll be plagued by guilt indefinitely," he insisted.

Ying Zhi then leaned in and whispered, "Given Ying Ye's current condition, our wager is null and void, but that's inconsequential. While he's stuck in this dazed state, I can extract even more Spirit Stones from him."

"In that sense, you've done me a great favor, Mr. Qin. So please, no more refusals—accept it."

Seeing Mr. Zhi's unwavering stance, Qin Buyi found it impossible to decline any further. "In that case, I gratefully accept. Your generosity is deeply appreciated, Brother Zhi."

Ying Zhi, with a grin, playfully punched Qin Buyi's arm and said, "We're brothers; no need for formalities."

"I'll be counting on you a lot in the future, Mr. Qin. I just hope I don't wear out my welcome."

Ying Zhi and Qin Buyi exchanged knowing smiles, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"Thanks for having my back, Mr. Zhi," Qin Buyi expressed his gratitude.

"Of course!" Ying Zhi replied with a grave nod.

With a commanding wave, Ying Zhi's guards swarmed the stage, forming a tight circle around Qin Buyi, shielding him on all sides.

Ying Zhi himself took a position at the forefront of the guards, his gaze stern as he surveyed the crowd below the arena.

Now, it was clear to all that Qin Buyi was at his most vulnerable.

The First Prince and Wang Chengfeng, in particular, seemed utterly bewildered.

Who knew if Ying Ye's forces, desperate and cornered, might strike at Qin Buyi from the shadows?

Though encircled by his protectors, Qin Buyi kept a portion of his awareness on the surroundings, ready for any unforeseen threats.

He deposited all 600,000 Top Grade Spirit Stones and 40,000,000 Low Grade Spirit Stones into the System Mall's recycling feature.

Ding! Item valuation in progress...

Ding! Valuation complete: a total of 10,000 Merchant Points.

For the first time, Qin Buyi found himself holding such a substantial sum.

He browsed the Rank Six section of the System Mall for a healing elixir.

Soon enough, he found a pill that caught his eye.

The Heavenly Saint Pill promised to heal both divine consciousness and physical injuries. As long as one still drew breath, it could restore vitality in a flash.

The cost: 5,000 Merchant Points.

Seeing the price, Qin Buyi couldn't help but exclaim, "That's steep!"

He recalled how the Blood Bodhi at the Fifth Rank was only a few hundred Merchant Points, yet this Heavenly Saint Pill demanded a whopping 5,000.

Internally, he reached out to the system, "System, why is there such a vast price difference between Fifth Rank and Sixth Rank pills?"

System: Esteemed host, the great system requires a modest fee to answer questions.

Qin Buyi's expression turned sour, "You previously assured me that it was free. Why the sudden change of heart?"

The System shot back, "Before, you were penniless. Now, with ten thousand points in the System Mall, you're rolling in it. I'd be a fool not to take advantage of this opportunity—once this chance is gone, it's gone for good."

Qin Buyi retorted, "So you're exploiting the situation, huh? I've said it before and I'll say it again: no money, and certainly not my life."

Upon hearing Qin Buyi's response, the System's tone did a complete one-eighty.

"Oh, the poor and miserly host, you're as tightfisted as they come."

"System, must you be so materialistic? Moments ago, I was the wealthy host," Qin Buyi complained.

The System declared confidently, "When you're willing to pay, you're the wealthy host. When you're not, why should I flatter you? Let's not quibble over this.

Isn't it obvious that a Rank Six pill is vastly superior to a Fifth Rank one? The Fifth Rank Blood Bodhi you redeemed was solely for healing flesh wounds. For internal injuries, its effects are negligible."

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