Our eldest brother never hides good things from us.

After a brief silence.

Ning Wushuang, the Holy Son of Snow Lotus Peak, was the first to react, his composure vanishing and gradually replaced by solemnity and doubt.

"Are you thirteen people also his hired thugs?"

Ning Wushuang stared at the thirteen people for a long time, and when he realized that they were all holy sons from other peaks, he asked with apprehension.

"nature."

One of the holy sons answered.

"How is that possible?"

Ning Wushuang didn't believe it at all and looked at Chang Wen. She questioned him in a deep voice, "Didn't you only borrow 500,000 spirit stones? How could you hire so many people?"

This was also the question on everyone's mind. They all looked at Chang Wen, eager to know the answer.

"I borrowed 500,000 spirit stones, but I can borrow more."

Chang Wen spoke in a calm tone, looking towards a certain spot in the square. There stood two people, none other than the Qionghua Peak Master and his son, Han Yaodong and Han Xiao, who had been hidden among the crowd.

He took out a communication talisman and said directly, "Uncle Han, lend me another two million spirit stones."

He could have waited for Jian Jiuxiao and his two companions to fight Ning Wushuang and his group to the death, but there was no need for that. Time was of the essence, and he only wanted a quick victory.

The noise level in the room instantly rose several decibels.

"What is Chang Wen saying? Can anyone hear me?"

"It's too far away to hear clearly, but judging from the lip movements, it seems like they're talking about borrowing money."

"A loan? How much will you borrow this time?"

"At least 130 million mid-grade spirit stones?"

"Awesome. He lent out 130 million mid-grade spirit stones just like that. I would call Chang Wen the Immortal of Lending."

"Look, look! Peak Master Han Yaodong threw a storage bag at Chang Wen. One dares to lend, and the other dares to give!"

"Chang Wen is now in charge of Haoran Peak. Even if Haoran Peak is poor, it's still richer than us. They can easily pay off their loans with a little digging. What wouldn't he dare to lend? He'd be making a fortune in interest!"

"That's true, this is getting interesting. With thirteen Holy Sons joining, I think we can start awarding prizes right away."

"Nothing is absolute. This is, after all, Snow Lotus Peak territory. We won't let Chang Wen get his way so easily."

People were buzzing with discussion, their attention constantly focused on Chang Wen and the others, unwilling to miss a single detail.

At this point, Chang Wen had already received two million mid-grade spirit stones, and the loan period remained at twenty days.

But these things were clearly insignificant to him.

After replacing two million spirit stones with spirit stones that couldn't be invested, Chang Wen directly distributed 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones to each of the thirteen holy sons. This caused everyone's eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.

Brother, does borrowed spirit stones not count as spirit stones? Is this how you spend spirit stones? You really don't treat spirit stones like spirit stones at all!

Even the thirteen holy sons were deeply shaken. One hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones was no small sum even for them, yet Chang Wen gave it away without batting an eye. Such boldness alone was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"I had a sudden inspiration and handed Chang Wen a communication talisman. It was the right thing to do. Otherwise, I would have missed out on these 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones today."

Five days ago, the Holy Son, who was the first to send a message to Chang Wen after failing the interview, couldn't help but feel fortunate.

The other holy sons were in the same boat. They almost missed out on the 100,000 spirit stones, but thankfully escaped unscathed.

Now that they had the spirit stones in hand, it was time to get paid and do their job. Without hesitation, they rushed to Jian Jiuxiao and his companions, ready to roll up their sleeves and get to work. They wouldn't be doing justice to the 100,000 spirit stones if they didn't give it their all.

The tilted scales tipped again, this time directly in Chang Wen's favor. 16 vs 4, Chang Wen couldn't understand how he could lose.

Everyone in the arena knew this, and all eyes turned to Ning Wushuang. The pressure was palpable.

Ning Wushuang's face turned extremely ugly. Even a four-on-three fight was difficult to win, how could they possibly win against sixteen?

"You, Chang Wen, are something else."

Left with no other choice, he could only look at Chang Wen and ask coldly, "You hire so many thugs. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to repay the loan? Will you be ruined and killed?"

"What's wrong?"

Chang Wen didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Didn't you just call me a Foundation Establishment waste, a nobody, spouting all sorts of vulgarities? Are you scared now?"

Ning Wushuang remained silent, unable to utter a word. She couldn't win a fight, nor could she win an argument; she had lost face badly.

"Gentlemen, if we don't act now, when will we?"

Chang Wen didn't waste time on Ning Wushuang; he planned to get his hands on the fire seed first and cure Shen Nianqing's illness.

"I'll go first."

"What? You go first, all of you come at me together."

"Let's go together then."

The three holy sons launched the first attack, their three sword lights forming a triangular shape as they aimed directly at Ning Wushuang.

They were all Holy Sons, the difference between them being minuscule. Faced with the combined attack of three, Ning Wushuang's momentum vanished, and he could only dodge. In no more than ten breaths, he was already wounded. He was instantly defeated.

The other three were in similar situations to Ning Wushuang, and after a few rounds, they gave up resisting, acknowledging their defeat.

The room erupted in commotion, then fell silent in an instant.

too fast.

I thought it was about to begin, but it was already over. I felt unsatisfied.

"I thought you were quite capable, but I didn't expect you to be so easily defeated."

Chang Wen looked at Ning Wushuang, who was being suppressed, and mocked her mercilessly.

Ning Wushuang's face was grim, and he was speechless. He had made the threats, but he hadn't won the fight. After today, his reputation would likely be greatly affected.

Upon seeing this, the disciples in the arena gained a new understanding of Chang Wen.

Despite his low strength, he dared to provoke the Holy Son in public. The senior disciple of Haoran Peak is truly exceptional.

Chang Wen didn't pursue Ning Wushuang to kill him. Seeing that he didn't retaliate, he decided not to bother with him anymore. He turned to the referee on the high platform and asked, "May I ask this elder, is the competition over?"

Everyone followed Chang Wen's gaze and looked at the referee, wondering if Xue Lianfeng would cause trouble for Chang Wen.

"Elder, please do us justice! If we allow them to leave unscathed today, how can Snow Lotus Peak maintain its standing in the Vast Immortal Sect?"

Just then, Ning Wushuang, who had been suppressed, shouted angrily. In this situation, only the older generation could salvage their reputation.

The referee was an obese old man. He ignored Ning Wushuang and lowered his eyes to think for a moment.

After a long while, his expression returned to calm. He stood up and looked at Chang Wen, his voice amplified by his true energy, "Since the outcome is decided, the competition is naturally over."

As an elder, he had a long-term vision. He instantly guessed why Chang Wen had come; it was most likely for the reward of the Peak Competition, namely the Nine Yang True Phoenix Nirvana Flame Seed.

He already had a plan in mind for what to do next.

"Elder!"

Upon hearing the referee's verdict, Ning Wushuang couldn't hold back any longer and shouted again.

"Wushuang, what have I always taught you? You must always keep your composure."

The referee's tone was calm and unwavering, "Since the sixteen holy sons have disregarded their dignity and are driven by money, we cannot stoop to their level, lest we lose our own taste."

Ning Wushuang was, after all, the Holy Son of Snow Lotus Peak, representing the honor of Snow Lotus Peak. No matter how he was defeated, Snow Lotus Peak would lose face.

The referee's words, however, dragged all sixteen peak saints into the mess. They also salvaged Ning Wushuang's reputation, making her appear less shameful.

However, this means that the farce will most likely come to an end. People are very disappointed that they did not witness a true battle between the Holy Sons.

"Elder, is it Jiu Yang...?"

"Wushuang, what did I just say? You must remain calm and composed in all things."

The referee interrupted Ning Wushuang abruptly. He then scanned the entire arena and announced loudly, "The Snow Lotus Peak Competition has now concluded. Thank you all for coming from afar. I have other matters to attend to, so please excuse me for not seeing you off further."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"etc."

Chang Wen called him over.

Seeing him turn to look at him, he asked directly, "Now that the competition is over, the champion's prize should be awarded to everyone. Has the elder forgotten?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the initially disappointed crowd instantly perked up again.