Chapter 1068: How Much Is Appropriate to Exchange?

Gasps filled the entire hall one after another.
The hall was filled nothing but amazement!
Even Jin Wubba, who had just demanded that Huang Long not be spared, was stunned, staring at the hundred sacred spirit veins in the sky above the temple, his throat moving nervously.
When one sacred spirit vein appeared, the saints competed for it!
But a hundred?!
The impact and shock on the minds and souls of the saints in the hall from a hundred sacred spirit veins were indescribable!
Bai Wuliang’s expression changed as he looked at the hundred sacred spirit veins before him.
Faced with them, he too could not suppress his excitement and shock.
After a long while, the saints in the hall were still in a state of awe.
Huang Long glanced at them and said, “These hundred sacred spirit veins are just a part!”
“What? Just a part?!” The saints were even more shocked. They turned to look at Huang Long—not with awe this time, but with horror, their eyes fixed on him as if he held an immeasurably vast treasure.
“That’s right. So, there’s no need for worry. I don’t have enough sacred spirit veins to exchange for the Wanluo Divine Water!” Huang Long ignored their horrified expressions and continued.
“Of course, as for the top-grade spirit veins needed to exchange for king-grade or supreme-grade divine artifacts, there’s even less need to worry!” Huang Long glanced at Bai Wuliang and Jin Wubba.
To the other saint kings, his words meant nothing, but to Bai Wuliang and Jin Wubba, they were extremely harsh.
It had been they who had doubted earlier that Huang Long could provide sacred spirit veins.
Now, not only had he provided them, but a full hundred—more terrifyingly, these hundred were just a part. They were undoubtedly slapped in the face.
Bai Wuliang and Jin Wubba both snorted coldly.
“Now, let’s exchange for the Wanluo Divine Water first. Who goes first gets it. Please!” Huang Long turned and smiled at the saints.
The saints, eyes burning with desire at the sight of the hundred sacred spirit veins, were about to step forward to exchange their prepared Wanluo Divine Water with Huang Long when suddenly, a voice rang out: “Wait!”
The voice was abrupt, yet carried an intimidating force.
The saints turned to see that it was Bai Wuliang who had spoken.
“Bai Wuliang, what do you mean by this?!” Long Xiao, the Holy Lord of the Golden Dragon, glared angrily at Bai Wuliang for interfering again.
Long Hong, the Holy Lord of the White Dragon, and several other dragon saints also stared intently at Bai Wuliang.

Bai Wuliang looked at the assembled saints and said, “The Wanluo Divine Water is extremely rare—few drops have been produced in an entire era. I believe none of you has more than ten drops, all gathered through great effort from various places. Surely it must have taken a lot of effort and accumulation!”
Bai Wuliang’s voice echoed throughout the hall.
Huang Long sneered but did not interrupt. He wanted to see what tricks Bai Wuliang would play.
Upon hearing Bai Wuliang’s words, many of the saints nodded in agreement. To gather ten drops of the Wanluo Divine Water, they indeed had invested a great deal of effort; some even sacrificed treasures from dozens of eras to obtain just ten drops.
“How long has this Huang Long been a Saint? With so many sacred spirit veins, he must have obtained the treasures of cosmic chaos. We gathered our Wanluo Divine Water through immense effort from various places—where are his sacred spirit veins?” Bai Wuliang glanced around at the saints and said, “He obtained his sacred spirit veins effortlessly!”
“So, this Huang Long uses one sacred spirit vein he got so easily to exchange for ten drops of the Wanluo Divine Water that we’ve accumulated over countless eras, with great difficulty from various places. Isn’t that too much?” Bai Wuliang raised his voice as he glared at Huang Long.
It seemed as if Huang Long exchanging one sacred spirit vein for their ten drops of Wanluo Divine Water was an outrageous act!
“That’s right, it’s too much!”
“I spent the Chaos Golden Ore I’ve collected over thirty eras to get ten drops of the Wanluo Divine Water!”
“Two should be enough!”
“Two? I think three would be appropriate!”
Soon, some of the Saint Kings also started shouting.
Huang Long sneered inwardly.
Bai Wuliang was indeed cunning. By his logic, sacred spirit veins were worthless, while their Wanluo Divine Water was an unparalleled treasure!
In fact, according to the prices of the Ten Great Merchant Guilds, one sacred spirit vein could exchange for twenty drops of Wanluo Divine Water. If Huang Long hadn’t urgently needed the Wanluo Divine Water, he wouldn’t have exchanged one sacred spirit vein for ten drops.
Now, Bai Wuliang was even going further, accusing Huang Long of being unfair?!
Watching the saints in the hall shouting, Huang Long remained silent. Each sacred spirit vein was under his restrictions, so he wasn’t worried about them fighting over it. Besides, this was the World of the Mighty Dragon!
The Golden Dragon Saint Lord and the other Saint Dragons looked gloomy. If not for Huang Long’s subtle signal, they would have already attacked.
As for Jin Wubà, he watched Huang Long with gleeful satisfaction.
“Oh, then, according to you, Saint Lord Wuliang, how many drops should be appropriate?” When the shouting from the saints subsided, Huang Long said indifferently.

Bai Wuliang stretched out his right hand, forming a gesture with two fingers, and smiled calmly, “To prevent others from saying we’re exploiting you—just a little. Two of them. Ten drops of Wanluo Divine Water in exchange for two sacred spirit veins. Also, you’ve made us wait for over a hundred years; we deserve some compensation. Not much—just a thousand top-quality spirit veins will do!”
“What? Bai Wuliang, get the hell out of here!” As soon as Bai Wuliang spoke, Long Xiao, the Holy Lord of the Golden Dragon, couldn’t help but roar first. “Do you think the Golden Dragon Holy Temple is some place you can act recklessly in? I’m telling you—your wild behavior doesn’t extend to our World of Mighty Dragons!” With that, his dragonly power surged forth.
Long Hong and the others, the Holy Lords of the White Dragons, also unleashed their dragonly powers.
Bai Wuliang’s expression darkened, and his boundless divine light grew stronger. At the same time, inside the grand hall, more than a dozen holy kings also exerted their power. It seemed they had colluded with Bai Wuliang long before arriving.
However, as Bai Wuliang’s divine light intensified, suddenly, above the nine heavens of the World of Mighty Dragons, an endless pressure descended like an ancient mountain, pressing down on the world.
This pressure was far greater than that of Bai Wuliang, Long Xiao, and the others.
Bai Wuliang, Jin Wubà, and the rest changed expressions.
Naturally, this pressure came from the ruler of the World of Mighty Dragons—the Holy Lord of the Mighty Dragons.
Bai Wuliang’s expression shifted, but in the end, he retracted his power.
Although his Infinite Great Art had improved again over these eras, he still lacked the confidence to confront the Holy Lord of the Mighty Dragons. In the chaos of the universe, by the time he achieved sanctity, the Holy Lord of the Mighty Dragons had already unified with the Dao, his sacred power spreading far and wide.
As Bai Wuliang and the others retracted their power, the pressure from the Holy Lord of the Mighty Dragons also vanished like a tide.
“Ten drops of Wanluo Divine Water in exchange for two sacred spirit veins?” At this moment, Huang Long smiled coldly. “Bai Wuliang, do you really think your Wanluo Divine Water is a treasure, while sacred spirit veins are trash?” With that, Huang Long glanced at the holy kings who had been shouting earlier and sneered, “I’ll say it one last time. If you agree to my conditions, the exchange will take place. If not, leave the Golden Dragon Holy Temple with your Wanluo Divine Water!”