The glory of the king: the almighty Li Bai

Chapter 354 Now I'm Not Short of Money!
Chapter 390 Seven Now I'm Not Short of Money!

"Are we out?" Guo Jie groaned softly, rubbing the space between her brows, and came to Feng Wanli's side.

Feng Wanli glanced at the vice-principal in front of him, waved his hands, and said indifferently: "I am a mere silver-rank inheritor, what kind of treasure can I get in this secret realm full of gold-rank monsters?"

"You!!!" The vice-principal's face turned red, one was annoyed that Feng Wanli disrespected him so much, and he had an expression of indifference, and the other was the atmosphere of not getting the treasure.

Feng Wanli rolled his eyes at the vice principal, and said flatly: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"You are not allowed to leave!" The vice-principal looked coldly at Feng Wanli, looked around at the students who had gone to the end, and said, "You guys, take out all the treasures I got in the secret realm."

"Treasures? It's full of gold-ranked monsters. It took me a lot of hard work to save my life. How can there be any treasures?"

"Teacher, we don't have any treasures at all."

"Why do we have to hand it over? This is what we desperately obtained."

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All the students of Mordor University naturally obeyed the vice-principal, shaking their heads and begging again and again.

"Does your college want to deal with us demon hunters?"

"Can your college threaten us just because of the number of people?"

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The people present were not only college students, but also unorganized demon hunters. These people were all ruthless and cruel, how could they endure such grievances.

"He! He got the golden sacred fruit!!!"

At this moment, the lame Wu De's voice suddenly sounded, his eyes were reddish, he pointed at Feng Wanli and shouted loudly.

"Damn!!!"

Feng Wanli cursed secretly, and glanced coldly at Wu De in the distance.

"You have the Holy Golden Fruit!!!"

"This student has a treasure!!!"

In an instant, there was a turmoil, and everyone cast their eyes on Feng Wanli. The vice principal in front of him turned red even more, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Wanli, his eyes were full of greed.

In the distance, Gu Le collapsed on the ground, his face full of disappointment. Obviously, the trip to the secret realm was fruitless. At this moment, when he heard that Feng Wanli actually had the golden sacred fruit, he sat up from the ground with a thud, his face full of disbelief.

Feng Wanli looked around, and said lightly: "The holy golden fruit, if the silver-level inheritor takes it, he can directly advance to the gold level."

"Advance to the Gold Rank!!"

"I have been a silver-level inheritor for more than 50 years!!!"

A pale and long-haired old man with red eyes stared closely at Feng Wanli, looking at Feng Wanli as if he were looking at Tang Seng's flesh.

The vice-principal paused slightly. As a platinum-level successor, he was not jealous of the golden holy fruit that could advance to the gold level. He just asked, "Since you have eaten the golden holy fruit, have you obtained other treasures?"

Feng Wanli snorted coldly: "No."

"Nonsense, you have obtained three golden sacred fruits!!!"

Wu De on the side clearly remembered that Feng Wanli hadn't paid him the golden sacred fruit, and now he obviously wanted to die.

"Three golden holy fruits, even if this kid eats one, there are still two golden holy fruits left!"

In an instant, the faces of the students present and the demon hunters changed slightly, and they stared closely at Feng Wanli in the distance.

"You want to blackmail me?" Feng Wanli glanced at the crowd, curled his lips, and jokingly said: "Before entering the secret realm, you didn't say that the things you got should be shared together. What do you mean now?"

The vice-principal laughed dryly, and put on a show: "Since you have advanced to the gold level, you probably don't need the remaining two golden sacred fruits. I have a [-] million gold coin card here. I think you might as well sell it to me."

Having said that, the vice-principal even took out two shining cards from the storage bracelet.

"Two hundred million gold coins?" Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows, looked at the two gold-level gold coin cards worth hundreds of millions in the vice principal's hand, and grinned: "A gold-level inheritor is worth [-] million gold coins?"

Hearing Feng Wanli's words, the vice-principal was sullen: "Then how much do you want?"

"Young man! I will offer [-] million gold coins, and you will give me the gold-level gold coin card!"

At this moment, an old man quickly raised his hand and called Feng Wanli for the price.

"Yo!" Feng Wanli grinned, lightly patted Lan Ling Diao on his shoulder, and smiled at the vice principal opposite, "Look, someone has offered [-] million gold coins."

The vice-principal continued to take out four cards shining with golden light, and continued: "[-] million gold coins, one golden holy fruit."

"Don't push yourself too far!" the vice-principal lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

"Getting an inch?" Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows, and asked back: "Since you think it's too expensive, then don't bid, there will be others vying for it!"

Feng Wanli has personally used this golden sacred fruit, and knows its effects, so he can upgrade to gold level without side effects, but it is not diamond level that has side effects of blood essence.

Most importantly, for a silver-ranked old man whose lifespan is approaching and who has no hope of advancing to the gold rank in this life, this holy golden fruit is comparable to a ginseng fruit.

Bronze-level inheritors have a lifespan of 150 years, silver-level inheritors have a lifespan of 300 years, gold-level inheritors have a lifespan of 500 years, and platinum-level inheritors have a lifespan of 1000 years. The lifespan of the inheritor is even more endless.

With 200 more years of life, one can imagine the temptation for the elderly in their dying years.

"Give me! Give me! You just need to give me a holy golden fruit, and you can ask for anything." The old man suddenly fell to his knees and prayed to Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows and glanced at the old man. The two remaining golden sacred fruits in his hand were left for the inheritance of the remaining two heroes, so they should not be wasted at will.

The moment Feng Wanli hesitated, the old man grinned grimly, took out a broken blade, swooped up, and slashed down on Feng Wanli's wrist with the broken blade.

"Damn it!" A cold light flashed in Feng Wanli's eyes, unexpectedly the old man would dare to snatch his storage utensils suddenly.

"Chichi!" Lanling Diao let out a soft cry, opened his mouth slightly, and a blue energy ball shot out instantly, hitting the old man heavily.

"Crash!" The ice condensed by the freezing light instantly covered the old man's body, Feng Wanli raised his right hand, and lightly tapped the old man's body with the iron sword in his hand.

"Crack." The ice shattered, and the old man turned into ice grains.

Feng Wanli bent down, picked up the storage bracelet in the remnant body, then slowly got up, and grinned at the vice principal in front of him: "Now I am not short of money."

(End of this chapter)