Chapter 2105 - 1932: Give Me a Foot, I’ll Return a Yard!

Hearing the comments from the others, the faces of the Luotian Royal Family turned ashen, and even Elder Luodun’s expression grew gloomy; he had never expected to suffer a complete defeat at the other side’s hands twice in a row.

Though they were unwilling, they had no choice but to admit that the other side’s methods were superb.

Ye Chen looked at Luo Yingu, smiling broadly, and said, "Please hand over the Sun Essence Iron."

No matter how unwilling Luo Yingu was, he did not dare repudiate the debt under the eyes of the various major powers and several Emperor Clans. He could only flick his sleeves with a cold snort and hand over a man-tall block of Sun Essence Iron shaped like gold, weighing a full hundred thousand jin, containing dense Sun Essence. If refined by a cultivator skilled in the Fire Element, it could unleash Divine Power with twice the result for half the effort.

"Thank you, Luotian Royal Family, for gifting me such a great present again." Ye Chen laughed heartily, feeling extremely pleased, and said, "Although I’m not a cultivator of the Fire Element, this block of Sun Essence Iron is big enough. Qingyang, I see you’re also lacking an appropriate set of Daoist Soldiers and Magical Instruments, and your attribute is roughly similar to Fire. This is our first meeting, and Uncle didn’t prepare a gift for you, so I’ll give this block of Sun Essence Iron to you."

With that, he directly handed the entire block of Sun Essence Iron to Guu Qingyang.

Everyone was dumbfounded, drawing in a sharp breath; this was simply too outrageously rich and imposing.

The members of the Luotian Royal Family clenched their fists. Just now they had said they would refine this block of Sun Essence Iron into a clan-suppressing Treasure to guard the entire Luotian Royal Family, yet now this hateful junior was saying he’d gift it to that brat Guu Qingyang as Daoist Soldiers. The implication was self-evident—this Sun Essence Iron that the Luotian Royal Family regarded as a supreme Treasure was beneath his notice; he would just casually give it to a junior to refine Daoist Soldiers.

Guu Jiuhua hurriedly said, "My lord, this absolutely must not be. Qingyang’s Cultivation is still shallow and weak; he is not suited for Daoist Soldiers refined from such Divine Material."

Guu Qingyang’s heart was first shaken; of course he was incomparably passionate about this block of Sun Essence Iron, but he also knew its value. He hastily suppressed the heat in his heart and shook his head, saying, "Uncle Ye, Qingyang accepts your good will, but this is too heavy."

Ye Chen laughed loudly. "It’s fine. This block of Sun Essence Iron is precious to ordinary people, but to me it’s just average."

Everyone’s hearts trembled. Could it be that Ye Chen carried even more precious Treasures on him?

Guu Qingyang and his father thought the same. At this moment Aben timely spoke, her voice melodious as she softly said, "Just accept the gift from your Uncle Ye. To him, it really is just average."

The three of them all knew that Ye Chen had ransacked several of the Emperor’s Hidden Worlds; his foundation could almost rival that of a true Emperor Clan. This mere Sun Essence Iron was indeed only average to him.

At this, Guu Qingyang could no longer conceal the heat in his eyes and hurriedly thanked Ye Chen.

"This young friend truly is rich and overbearing, but walking together with the Red-scaled Demon Dragon clan, you’d best be wary of ’accidents’." Luo Yingu flicked his sleeves with a cold snort, his tone containing no small amount of threat. Having suffered a disastrous loss in this wager, they naturally could not stay any longer and turned to leave.

"Hold it!"

Ye Chen, however, called the group from the Luotian Royal Family to a halt.

"Young friend, don’t push your luck." Luo Yingu’s expression was incomparably gloomy.

Ye Chen merely smiled and said, "We agreed you’d also hand over the other Treasures that were cut out previously. Luo Yingu, I think you’ve conveniently forgotten—there are still some Treasures you haven’t handed over."

At those words, the whole venue burst into an uproar; many people turned their gazes toward Hua Chengdao.

After all, among them there was a strand of Dragon Energy that Luo Yingu had gifted to Emperor Hua Chengdao on the spot. Was Ye Chen intending to demand that back as well at this time?

This spectacle was truly getting grand.

"Brat, you—" The faces of the Luotian Royal Family were as ugly as they could get, and Luo Yingu’s expression grew even more sinister. With a hint of threat in his voice, he said, "Brat, in dealing with others, one should leave room; everything should leave a line, so we can meet again in the future."

"Is that so?" Ye Chen smiled slightly, but a heroic air rose from him as he laughed and said, "Sorry, but what I fear least is other people’s threats. Today, your Luotian Royal Family wants to leave? Fine—hand over all the Treasures that were cut out, not a single piece left behind. Otherwise, are you going to go back on your word in front of everyone here, including the Emperor Clans? Are you going to treat all the major powers and Emperor Clans as if they don’t exist?"

Every word rang out sonorously, striking directly at the Luotian Royal Family’s vitals.

Without question, the Luotian Royal Family had fallen into a dilemma with no easy advance or retreat.

If they handed it over, they would have to ask back the strand of Dragon Energy previously gifted to Emperor Hua Chengdao; in doing so they would offend Hua Chengdao and the Hua Dynasty behind him.

If they did not hand it over, then they would be treating all the major powers present as beneath notice and would invisibly offend even more forces.

Luo Yingu’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he stared deeply at Ye Chen. Gritting his teeth, he finally said, "Very well. My Luotian Royal Family is willing to hand it over. However, that Dragon Energy was gifted to His Majesty Hua Chengdao; there is no reason to take it back. My Luotian Royal Family is willing to hand over another Treasure of equal value."

The various major powers all nodded. Luo Yingu was indeed shrewd; this way could be considered killing two birds with one stone—he would neither offend Hua Chengdao nor go back on his word.

Yet Ye Chen said blandly, "Sorry, I only want that strand of Dragon Energy. I don’t want anything else."

The whole venue stared wide-eyed in shock; everyone was utterly stunned.

Quite a few people stared blankly at Ye Chen, secretly thinking this young junior must have lost his wits. The Dragon Energy had already been given to Emperor Hua Chengdao; how could there be any reason to take it back? Standing against such an Emperor’s son, whose backing was an Emperor Clan, was undoubtedly irrational.

But they had no idea that Ye Chen and Emperor Hua Chengdao had already gone to war, and Ye Chen had taken four strands of Emperor Dragon Qi from him, refining them into his body and making Hua Chengdao suffer a huge loss. At this point, it was essentially a situation of mutual Undying enmity—how could one still speak of avoiding offense?

"Damn it, this brat is courting death and wants to drag us down with him."

The people of the Luotian Royal Family all looked extremely grim, and Luo Yingu especially shouted, "Brat, don’t push us too far!"

"Too far?" Ye Chen chuckled, a chill in his tone. "And who exactly is pushing whom too far? I am merely returning one’s own Dao to one’s own body, nothing more."

Everyone understood: if the Luotian Royal Family had not bullied the Red-scaled Demon Dragon clan, Ye Chen would never have acted, let alone to this extent.

The gazes of several Emperor’s son and daughter on Ye Chen grew even more brilliant, their interest greater, though they secretly shook their heads. In the end he was still young and hot-blooded; to offend an Emperor’s son like this was far too unwise.

However, although they were all Emperor’s son and daughter, they were also competitors. Thus, seeing Hua Chengdao take a loss was something they were quite happy to witness.

"Your Majesty, my apologies."

In the end, Luo Yingu had no choice but to steel his scalp and ask Emperor Hua Chengdao to return the Dragon Energy that had been gifted earlier.

Yet Hua Chengdao’s expression darkened slightly. He flicked his sleeves with a cold snort and directly handed over a strand of Dragon Energy, then turned and left.

The other Emperor Clan experts of the Hua Dynasty looked gloomily at Ye Chen and the Luotian Royal Family, and merely said one sentence: "Fine. Fine. Very well. We will remember this."

Everyone in the Luotian Royal Family changed color; they really had offended the Hua Dynasty—this time, trouble had truly come.

"Brat, this debt will definitely be settled in the future." Luo Yingu threw down a harsh line and led the Luotian Royal Family away. This time they had lost all their face; how could they possibly stay any longer?