"One million contribution points."
The arena went silent.
Then—
"WHAT?!"
The crowd exploded.
"ONE MILLION?! That's not even enough to buy a mid-grade mystic-ranked treasure!"
"Hei Wuying, you old fox! You're trying to snatch a divine technique with just points?!"
"Who the fuck has a million contribution points just lying around?!"
Even the Peak Lords shifted in their seats, eyes flickering with interest.
"What a crafty fox…"
Zhao Tianxuan's voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it carried.
Everyone had seen through Hei Wuying's game.
First, throw a weak disciple in the arena, creating the illusion of goodwill.
Then, while Su Xiaobai stood at the peak of his momentum, slide in an offer that looked generous but was nothing short of a daylight robbery.
One million contribution points—for a technique that could shake the world.
A thief dressed as a benefactor.
And Hei Wuying?
That bastard had no shame.
But Su Xiaobai?
