Chapter 435: When Do We Depart?
After all that talk, going in circles, Yang Haoran's main objectives were only two.
One was to gain a more detailed understanding of the opponent's situation, and then to assess whether his current abilities were sufficient to undertake this business.
Secondly, he simply wanted to raise the price, to extract as many benefits as possible from the slovenly man.
For Yang Haoran, whether this matter was simple or dangerous, he would do his utmost to extract more benefits from the slovenly man. After all, he and the slovenly man were hardly friends, so he would certainly not miss such an opportunity.
It was precisely for this reason that he led the slovenly man on such a long detour.
Now that everything that needed to be understood had been, and the slovenly man had shifted the topic to the price increase, Yang Haoran naturally wouldn't hold back.
As for who the slovenly man intended to save this time, Yang Haoran hadn't asked, nor did he plan to. As long as the slovenly man could afford a price that satisfied him, he wouldn't care who he wanted to rescue.
"Tell you what, on top of the original, add two more Demon Pills of the Demon King level. What do you say?"
Yang Haoran's words instantly made the slovenly man's face turn ugly, his gaze towards Yang Haoran filled with rage.
Facing the slovenly man's rage, Yang Haoran remained unfazed, the smile on his face unchanged.
"I don't find anything shameful about doing this. On the contrary, having no strength—that, to me, is what's truly shameful. Of course, please don't misunderstand; I have absolutely no intention of mocking your weakness. I'm only speaking for myself."
Seeing that the slovenly man's expression not only didn't improve with his words but actually grew uglier, Yang Haoran continued to speak with a smile.
"Actually, my asking for two more Demon King level Demon Pills is perfectly reasonable. Think about it: our targets are Demon Hunters, not demons. Killing demons will certainly yield their Demon Pills, and even their bodies are quite valuable. But if we kill Demon Hunters, do you think I'll definitely get Demon Pills? Not to mention whether they even have unprocessed Demon Pills on hand, even if they do, they've probably stored them in their respective private spaces. If we kill them, can you be sure that the Demon Pills within their private spaces will be extracted?"
Pausing for a moment, Yang Haoran, with a full smile, continued, "You also know that extracting items from a target's private space requires only luck. Can you be sure our luck will be that good? If we are fortunate enough to kill all five targets, but unfortunately, not a single one yields items from their private space, what would I gain from them then?"
The slovenly man's brow furrowed tightly as he forcefully argued, "Aren't Demon Hunter's Demon Weapons considered gains?"
Hearing this, Yang Haoran shook his head with a smile, unable to help but let out a sigh.
"Oh, Demon Hunter, are you playing games with me? Your Demon Hunter's Demon Weapons are just a pile of scrap when they fall into the hands of outsiders. Without Star Spirit Power, Demon Weapons cannot be controlled at all. If it's a Demon Hunter's lifebound Demon Armament, even if other Demon Hunters get it, they can't unleash its full power. So tell me, what meaning or value would there be in me finally getting a few Demon Weapons?"
The slovenly man fell silent. Yang Haoran didn't disturb him, but quietly drank his tea, awaiting the slovenly man's reply. With everything said that needed to be said, it was up to the slovenly man to choose.
In Yang Haoran's view, the slovenly man would definitely compromise. Since he had come to Yang Haoran for this matter, it meant the slovenly man had reached a dead end. If the slovenly man had a better person to ask for help, how could he have possibly come to him, an Underworld Official with whom he had a past grievance?
Therefore, Yang Haoran was as steady as Mount Tai, not anxious in the slightest.
As for his own actions, Yang Haoran felt not the slightest bit of guilt. After all, once the slovenly man agreed, it would mean he would risk his life to help him, and might even lose his own life because of it.
To fight desperately for an outsider, and moreover, for someone with whom he had a grievance—to extract a bit more benefit, in his opinion, there was nothing wrong with that. Why should he feel ashamed?
Furthermore, this was a willing transaction, not a forced sale. At most, he was taking advantage of the situation, but the choice was still in the other party's hands, wasn't it?
Of course, this was merely Yang Haoran's unilateral thought, but in the eyes of outsiders, this fellow Yang Haoran was still a bit unscrupulous.
However, Bai Xue didn't think there was anything wrong with Yang Haoran's approach; in fact, she felt incredibly vindicated. Because back then, she had almost died by the slovenly man's sword. If Yang Haoran hadn't intervened, her Demon Pill might have already been refined into Demon Spirit Liquid by this Demon Hunter before her eyes, and her body would certainly have been dismembered and refined into a Demon Weapon, or directly absorbed by the slovenly man's Demon Weapon.
Therefore, her heart was filled with resentment towards the slovenly man, because in her eyes, this was a life-or-death feud. Now, watching the slovenly man be put in a difficult position by Yang Haoran, while feeling vindicated, she felt even more admiration for Yang Haoran.
As for Old Master Wu and Xiujuan, they also didn't think Yang Haoran had done anything excessive. Since they were Yang Haoran's people to begin with, and their positions were different, they would naturally side with Yang Haoran.
However, Old Master Wu was somewhat different from Xiujuan. He was not a simple character to begin with; his mind was calculating and his nature profound. He sided with Yang Haoran not only because of his position but also because he understood Yang Haoran's intentions. If it were him, his actions would be no different from Yang Haoran's; he might even be more ruthless.
As for Xiujuan, she simply and purely stood on Yang Haoran's side, without any other thoughts, nor would she consider right or wrong.
After a moment of quiet waiting, the slovenly man, with a grim face, gave his reply.
"I agree. After it's done, I will pay you a total of three Demon King level Demon Pills."
The slovenly man ultimately compromised. According to Yang Haoran's request, he added two more Demon King level Demon Pills to the original, meaning that after the deed was done, Yang Haoran would still need to be paid three Demon King level Demon Pills.
Regarding this outcome, Yang Haoran was not surprised, because it was precisely what he had expected. But the slovenly man's next words made his smile freeze on his face.
"However, I don't have that many Demon Pills on hand. Can I get it on credit?"
Hearing this, Yang Haoran sprayed out a mouthful of tea, directly all over the slovenly man's face.
"No, no, I'm sorry, I absolutely didn't do that on purpose. I believe you can tell that. " Yang Haoran quickly apologized, and though a smile was on his face, it looked very awkward.
The slovenly man's face was practically blooming with fury. He wiped the tea off his face with one hand, then said in a deep voice, "Whether it was on purpose or not doesn't matter. What I care about is your answer."
Yang Haoran showed a troubled expression and said, "You're really putting me in a difficult position now. I'm risking my life to solve problems for you, but in the end, I can only get an empty promise. That's probably a bit unreasonable, isn't it?"
"I genuinely don't have that many Demon Pills on hand right now, but since I've made you a promise, I will definitely find a way to pay you the Demon Pills you deserve in the shortest possible time, not a single one less," the slovenly man promised.
Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Promises, such things are worth a thousand gold pieces in some people's mouths, while in others' mouths, they're worthless. You and I don't understand each other, so I don't know if you belong to the former or the latter. To be honest, I don't know whether to trust you."
"You can try to trust me this once," the slovenly man said in a deep voice.
"Trying to trust someone you don't understand—that's gambling. I'm using my deserved remuneration to gamble on an elusive promise. Heh heh, honestly, that's a bit ridiculous. I believe you can also see that I'm a rather realistic person," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
"I'll add one more Demon King level Demon Pill! After it's done, within two years, I will pay you all four Demon Pills! " the slovenly man said, gritting his teeth and speaking in a deep voice.
Yang Haoran's eyebrow lifted slightly, then he asked with a smile, "When do we depart?"
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