I Have A Sword

Chapter 80: You Can Bribe Me

Chapter 80: You Can Bribe Me

Little Pagoda went silent.

Ye Guan sat quietly on the floor.

He already had almost a million gold spiritual crystals!

If he managed to get first place in the martial list and defend his title for a few months, he would earn a few million gold spiritual crystals. Ye Guan also believed that it was better to have more money than not.

The space in front of him trembled once again.

Ye Guan stood up, and his figure blurred.

Whoosh!

A sword light flew toward the rift in space.

The man had just emerged from the rift in space, but his expression immediately changed as he cried out. “What the fuck?!”

Crack!

A crisp noise echoed, and a golden light burst from the man’s forehead.

The man was sent flying a few meters away.

Ye Guan didn’t continue.

He looked at the sword made out of sword energy in his right hand and saw that its tip was missing. Ye Guan looked up and saw golden fragments on the floor. The fragments belonged to a piece of armor—an Immortal-grade armor!

Ye Guan instantly discovered a critical flaw. His Path Sword’s durability was infinite, but swords made out of sword energy could shatter.

“You’re a swordsman?” asked the man in shock.

Ye Guan nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“Did you just ambush me?” asked the man with narrowed eyes.

“I’m new here, so I don’t really know the rules. However, Brother Yun Chen told me that I can attack the moment my opponent appears!” Ye Guan said in a serious tone.

The man froze and asked, “Yun Chen? Are you talking about that tenth placer?”

“Yes.” Ye Guan nodded in response.

The man’s face fell, and he cursed, “That bastard!”

“Can we fight again?” asked Ye Guan.

The man examined Ye Guan for quite a while before saying, “Forget it! I admit defeat!”

Ye Guan’s attack just now shattered his Immortal-grade armor. If Ye Guan’s attack could destroy such high-grade armor, there was no way he could take on the brunt of Ye Guan’s attack. In addition, Ye Guan was a bonafide swordsman!

Ye Guan frowned and asked, “You don’t want to fight?”

The man nodded and replied, “Yes, I don’t want to fight. I admit defeat!”

Ye Guan instinctively asked, “What about the money?”

“What money?” the man asked with narrowed eyes.

After a few moments of silence, Ye Guan replied, “Yun Chen told me that the loser has to give the victor some money.”

There was a slight pause before he added, “The minimum is two hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals!”

Yun Chen: ???

“Did he really say that?” asked the man.

Ye Guan wordlessly nodded.

The man’s face turned ugly. Damn it! If he latches onto me and decides to give me a beating, what will happen to my reputation? Especially if I come out of here with black eyes…

It had to be known that swordsmen were mostly erratic and withdrawn people.

In other words, they could be quite dense.

“Brother, what’s your name?” asked the man.

“Yang Guan!”

“Brother Yang, I can tell that you’re in a rather tight financial situation. What about this? I have three hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals. You can take them and use them as you like as a token of our newfound friendship.”

“Do I have to pay you back?” Ye Guan asked.

The man thought about it for a while before saying, “If you can—no, It’s up to you!”

Ye Guan cupped his fists and politely asked, “What’s your name, brother?”

“My name is Siao Che,” the man replied.

Ye Guan nodded and said, “Brother Siao, it’s true that I need money, but you admitted defeat, so how can I accept your money? You can keep it, brother.”

With that, he turned around and headed for the seventh floor.

Siao Che stood rooted for a while, but he soon came to his senses and asked, “Are you sure about it, Brother Yang?”

Ye Guan chuckled, but he didn’t say anything and quietly walked toward the seventh floor. He loved money, but he didn’t feel comfortable about taking away the money of someone who clearly didn’t care about their reputation and had admitted defeat.

Ye Guan had to become a powerful cultivator on his own, so it would be great if he had more friends than enemies.

Siao Che shook his head and smiled while staring at Ye Guan’s departing figure.

“There’s actually such an honest swordsman? Interesting…” he muttered. However, Siao Che’s expression changed upon recalling something. He then sighed and muttered once more, “It’s a pity that he didn’t take my money. We could have been friends. Sigh…”

…

Meanwhile, Ye Guan finally arrived on the seventh floor.

As usual, he sat cross-legged on the floor. However, he didn’t close his eyes and patiently waited for his opponent. Instead, he opened his palm and created a sword made out of sword energy.

He fell into deep contemplation while staring at the sword floating above his palm. Ye Guan had to admit that his sword energy was flawed, but it was still a sword made out of sword energy, which was made out of profound energy.

In other words, it couldn’t be compared to powerful spiritual artifacts.

Unfortunately, Ye Guan didn’t have any other swords aside from the Path Sword!

He had to find a way to make a sword that would be his daily driver. Ye Guan’s goal was to use the Path Sword only when it was necessary. He was afraid of becoming too reliant on the Path Sword because he was aware that he would end up destroying his path to the summit of cultivation if he were to rely too much on tools.

The space in front of Ye Guan distorted, and a man wearing a long robe emerged from the rift in space. The man was holding a folding fan, and Ye Guan abruptly vanished upon seeing him.

Shrieeek!

The air shrieked as Ye Guan’s sword sliced through it.

The long-robed man’s eyes narrowed.

He hurriedly unfolded his folding fan and shouted, “Protect!”

Boom!

A golden light burst out of the man’s folding fan, but it was too late.

Ye Guan’s sword was already inches away from the man’s forehead!

The man abruptly stopped moving.

Ye Guan wordlessly stared at the man, but he inwardly lampooned how the talents of the Martial Tower weren’t really that strong at all.

The long-robed man stared deeply at Ye Guan and said, “You’ve won.”

Ye Guan put away his sword and replied, “Indeed.”

With that, he turned around and headed for the sixth floor.

The man called out, “Wait!”

Ye Guan stopped and turned to look at him.

“What’s your name?” asked the long-robed man.

Ye Guan smiled politely and replied, “Yang Guan!”

“Can we have a rematch?”

The man clearly couldn’t accept his defeat and felt a bit indignant about Ye Guan’s ambush, which caught him off guard.

Ye Guan thought about it before saying, “Brother Yun Chen told me that if someone wants a rematch, they need to pay three hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals. He said it’s a service fee for the opponent’s hard work!”

Yun Chen: …

The man remained calm. He opened his palm and sent a storage ring flying toward Ye Guan.

Ye Guan snatched the storage ring out of mid-air and examined it. Indeed, it contained three hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals.

He put it away and asked, “Shall we start?”

“Let’s start!” said the long-robed man. He abruptly unfolded his folding fan and swung it at Ye Guan.

Swoosh!

A hundred rays of light manifested, and they flew toward Ye Guan at the same time.

Rumble!

Each ray of light contained so much power behind it that its presence itself was distorting space, creating a terrifying deep rumble.

Meanwhile, Ye Guan’s figure blurred the moment the rays of light manifested.

The long-robed man’s eyes narrowed.

Swoosh!

He blinked once, and Ye Guan’s sword was already inches away from his throat.

He lost!

Ye Guan quietly stared at the man. Ye Guan’s sword moves were fast, but he was also quite fast himself. He was even faster while channeling his Royal Sword Art.

“How much power did you use just now?” asked the man.

Ye Guan seemed hesitant to reply.

“Just tell me, it’s okay!” The man smiled and reassured him.

“Thirty percent!”

Thirty percent?! The man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Thirty percent! Really?! The long-robed man felt numb.

Ye Guan put his sword away and turned around to walk away.

“Brother Yang!” exclaimed the man. “You just go ahead and challenge the first placer!”

“Why?” Ye Guan asked, seemingly confused.

“I think only the first placer is strong enough to defeat you,” the long-robed man explained.

Ye Guan pondered over it and replied, “It’s fine. I don’t think it will take me that long to reach the first floor, even if I take my time.”

With that, Ye Guan continued on his journey to the next floor, leaving the speechless man behind him.

…

Ye Guan had just entered the floor, but a fatty was already standing in front of him.

The fatty’s hands were hidden in his sleeves, and he smiled menacingly at Ye Guan.

Ye Guan wordlessly stared at the fatty.

It seemed that the latter had been waiting for him.

All of a sudden, the fatty’s pupils constricted, and he shouted, “Behind you!”

However, Ye Guan didn’t turn around.

He vanished like a ghost and charged at the fatty.

The fatty’s eyes narrowed, and a terrifying flame erupted from him.

Boom!

The burst of flames didn’t scare Ye Guan, but he wasn’t dumb enough to jump into the flames. He stopped just a few meters away from the flame and jumped backward to retreat.

It seemed that the fatty also had the same idea because tiny whirlwinds enveloped his feet and sent him flying away from Ye Guan.

However, Ye Guan had already recovered by the time he started floating away.

Shrieeek!

The air shrieked as it was sliced apart, and Ye Guan’s sword stopped a few inches away from the fatty.

The fatty’s face was stiff as he stared at the sword looming over him.

“Thank you for the fight,” Ye Guan said.

He put his sword away and turned around to leave.

“Wait!” the fatty called out. “I can’t accept this! I want a rematch!”

Ye Guan immediately turned around and said, “Brother Yun Chen said that a rematch costs five hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals!”

The fatty frowned and asked, “Are you referring to that tenth placer?”

Ye Guan nodded.

“He’s lying!” shouted the fatty.

Ye Guan remained calm and wordlessly stared at the fatty.

The fatty stared deeply at Ye Guan before opening his palm.

A storage ring floated over to Ye Guan.

Ye Guan put away the storage ring and was about to say something, but the fatty flicked his sleeve, sending a pile of ashes flying toward him.

Ashes? Ye Guan was taken aback, but he still managed to jump away in time.

He then lunged forward and thrust his sword.

Royal Sword Art!

Sqwelp!

“Ah!” the fatty’s miserable wail echoed from behind the ash smokescreen.

Ye Guan waved his sleeve, and a gust of air vanquished the ashes.

Ye Guan’s sword was stuck in the fatty’s right arm. He waved his sleeve once more, and the sword dissipated before materializing in his hands once more. With that, he turned around to leave.

“I can’t accept this! I didn’t get to use my ultimate move! I want another rematch!” shouted the fatty.

Ye Guan stared with brows raised, but his expression eased after seeing another storage ring flying toward him. He examined it and saw that it contained five hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals!

“You’re rich,” Ye Guan remarked.

The fatty replied, “Well, I’m a Divine Mage, after all.”

Ye Guan was slightly baffled. “Are Divine Mages rich?”

The fatty sounded haughty as he explained, “You don’t say! Divine Mages can just create talismans, and they would be able to sell them at exorbitant prices.”

Ye Guan suddenly recalled something. Why is Senior Disciple Yiyi so poor, then?

“Can you at least let me unleash my ultimate move?” asked the fatty. The fatty was aware that he couldn’t possibly do anything against Ye Guan unless the latter allowed him to do something.

Ye Guan was simply too fast for him to channel any spells.

Ye Guan shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

“How am I supposed to fight with you?” asked the fatty, seemingly furious.

Ye Guan thought about it for a while before saying, “Well, I can let you if you really want to, but…”

“What is it?” urged the fatty.

Ye Guan sounded serious as he replied, “But you have to bribe me!”

The fatty stared at Ye Guan in disbelief. This fucker!