"Hey, kid, fifty Xuanyuan Pills, and make it quick."
The Earth Evil Sect disciple looked at Ye Xuan, saw how young he was, and doubted his strength. There was a tone of impatience in his voice.
"Sorry, I'm dirt poor and have no Xuanyuan Pills to give,"
Ye Xuan replied with a faint smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding martial artists erupted in astonishment. Disbelieving glances fell on Ye Xuan; no matter how poor, it was implausible he couldn't produce fifty Xuanyuan Pills. It seemed clear Ye Xuan simply didn't want to give them.
"Such audacity! He's not old, but dares to oppose the Earth Evil Sect."
"I think it's not bravery but stupidity. Acting so boldly will likely lead to an ugly death."
"Exactly, everyone here is well-behaved. Given your life for fifty Xuanyuan Pills is not worth it."
Some admired Ye Xuan's courage, but most shook their heads in secret, thinking him too reckless and unable to read the situation, possibly inviting disaster.
