Chapter 1867: Chapter 920: Dragon Service_2 "Here’s the box you wanted, buried in the void tomb. I brought it back for you." Mo Hua looked at the box; seeing that the seal on the outside was intact and clearly never opened, he checked again to ensure there were no other issues before finally opening it. Elder Xun Ziyou did not leave and kept watching as Mo Hua opened the box. He wasn’t curious about what was inside the box but was afraid that there might be traps inside that could harm Mo Hua. This box was brought into the Taixu Gate by him, and if there was anything suspicious inside that harmed Mo Hua, the blame would fall entirely on him. Mo Hua did not keep it from Elder Xun either. In doing things, one must uphold righteousness. Elder Xun took the risk to retrieve the box for him, so naturally, he couldn’t let him suffer losses. If there’s a benefit, think of others, a mutually beneficial approach assures that people will be willing to help you in the future, widening your path. So Mo Hua, in front of Elder Xun, dismantled the seal Formation on the box and opened the mahogany box lid, only to see a pile of dark, broken stones inside. Elder Xun picked up a stone and looked at it, then turned to Mo Hua and said: "Your business is quite... distinctive. I wonder if these broken stones can earn you ten Spirit Stones." Mo Hua’s face darkened instantly. Good old Elder You! That damned old man, not giving any Spirit Stones, using a pile of broken stones to fool him! Mo Hua sighed, "Misjudged, the human heart is truly treacherous, unable to withstand even a little trust." Elder Xun’s expression was subtle; he thought to himself that this child was not lacking in his own cunning plans either. "What was originally supposed to be in this box?" Elder Xun asked curiously. "Spirit Stones," Mo Hua replied. "Spirit Stones?" "Yes, eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones." Elder Xun was stunned, "How much? Eight hundred thousand?" Mo Hua nodded. "Did you go robbing?" Elder Xun couldn’t help but ask. "No, I earned it through my own Formation skills, hard-earned money," Mo Hua said with a serious face. Elder Xun’s mouth twitched. What sort of hard-earned money can make eight hundred thousand at once? "And now? Can you get it back?" Elder Xun asked. Mo Hua sighed, "I’ll think of a way..." "If you need anything, find me, don’t take risks alone," said Elder Xun. "Yes, yes," Mo Hua agreed wholeheartedly. After sending off Elder Xun, Mo Hua returned to the Disciple’s Residence and coldly sent a message to Elder You: "Elder You, what a scheme." That old man, as expected, was plotting against him. Elder You pretended not to know: "Mr. Yuan, what do you mean by this?" Mo Hua sneered, "Let’s not play games. If Mr. Yuan won’t give Spirit Stones, fine, but why send someone to tail me? Do you really think I’m easy to bully?" Elder You’s tone softened a bit: "I ask Mr. Yuan to forgive me. My actions were to invite Mr. Yuan for a conversation to discuss major matters. Great deeds ignore trifles; if there was any offense, please be magnanimous, sir." Mo Hua coldly laughed, "Do you really not know the rules of our field, Elder You?" Elder You was silent for a moment, then asked Mo Hua: "Mr. Yuan, those who achieve great things, can they care about their own safety?" "What do you mean?" "Seekers of the Dao have great ambitions; would they care about their own safety? Those with grand plans have a vast perspective; would they worry about temporary losses? Mr. Yuan, if you have the ambition of a great seabird, why fuss over temporary disputes?" "Do you think it’s my first day in this line of work?" "Mr. Yuan..." "Are you going to give me the Spirit Stones or not?" "Mr. Yuan, I cannot believe that your vision is so small, that these mere eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones would matter to you," said Elder You. "As long as you join us, you will not only have Spirit Stones, but whatever you desire." Mo Hua didn’t believe it, "Elder You, I’m not underestimating you, but you’re just a Golden Core Elder of the Demon Sect, aren’t you? Can you really promise such big words?" Mr. You chuckled lightly, "What is the Demon Sect? Mr. Yuan, as long as you join us in our grand plan, your future will be limitless. Our plan needs top-notch Formation experts like you." Mo Hua frowned. What is the Demon Sect? This Mr. You has quite the big talk? And it seems he’s often a "spokesperson"? This speech is so well-rehearsed... "What can you offer me?" Mo Hua asked. "What do you want?" "I want women," Mo Hua said absurdly. "Any Spiritual Root, any aptitude, any age of the woman, you may choose at will, even women from some family bloodlines, are available for you to enjoy..." Mo Hua cursed silently in his heart. Reluctant to part with even eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones, yet embellishing the promise so beautifully... But he had to consider matters of Core Formation; where would he have the leisure to bicker with Elder You? Originally, he wanted the Spirit Stones to make a final profit. Why would he believe their empty promises and waste any more time? "I don’t believe you," Mo Hua said, "unless you show me your sincerity." "Mr. Yuan, what kind of sincerity do you want?" "Give me my eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones." Mr. You’s forehead twitched slightly, and the conversation came full circle. Once these eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones are given, debts are cleared. This Mr. Yuan would surely disappear immediately, making it as difficult as climbing to heaven to find him again. They would also lose an extremely rare Thunder Magnetic Array Master. "Mr. Yuan, try thinking on a grander scale..." Mo Hua ignored him. These days, those who don’t give Spirit Stones and only talk about vision are all cheats. But Mr. You was unwilling to let Mo Hua go. He thought for a moment, then said: "How about this, extend the contract, please continue to work for our Demon Sect for another three years, and upon completion, I will give you a total of one million eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones as reward. What do you think?" Mo Hua was stunned, and after a moment, he spat in his heart. One million eight hundred thousand... Not even giving eight hundred thousand, yet promising one million eight hundred thousand.