My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 610: Lion’s Big Mouth!

Li Chengshou said, "Mr. Xiao, please sell this Qi Blood Pill to me. Name your price!" He was quite confident, as the Future Group was one of the top three corporations in Star Country and the top twenty worldwide. They were certainly not short on money.

Yang Qi simply smiled. Next to him, Daoist Yiyang knew someone was about to get fleeced. And fleeced heavily at that.

Then, Yang Qi raised a single finger.

Li Chengshou chuckled. "Hahaha, ten million, right? No problem, I’ll transfer the amount right now!" Ten million meant nothing to him; he could spend close to that on a single sports car. Considering that hundred-year-old medicinal ingredients could cost a hundred million, ten million for this Qi Blood Pill was an absolute steal.

"Are you joking?" Yang Qi glanced at Li Chengshou. "Ten million? For that price, you can take a sniff, then give it back to me!"

"Then how much do you want? Just say it. This guessing game is getting us nowhere!" Li Chengshou said impatiently.

"Alright, I’ll be direct. I want ten billion. And not in Star Country Coins. I want Dragon Coins," Yang Qi stated calmly.

"How much?!" Li Chengshou leaped to his feet, looking as if he was about to explode. He had thought the man might ask for a hundred million, or perhaps even a billion, which he could have reluctantly accepted. But ten billion? Was this some kind of joke? Although they were wealthy, they weren’t pushovers to be taken advantage of so easily.

It wasn’t just Li Chengshou; Qi Yan, Daoist Yiyang, Liao Fusheng, and Hong Mei were all stunned. This was an exorbitant demand—far too ruthless.

When Liao Fusheng thought of the ten Qi Blood Pills Yang Qi had given him, his face paled. Does that mean they’re worth a trillion Dragon Coins? But he didn’t understand that scarcity creates value. If Li Chengshou knew there were so many Qi Blood Pills available, he would never pay such a high price for one. Therefore, the ten pills were worth, at most, a billion in total. Even so, that was an outrageous sum. Liao Fusheng looked at Yang Qi, nearly bursting into tears of joy. To think I have such an incredible friend and brother! This is so exciting!

In truth, if it were any other buyer, Yang Qi would have asked for a billion at most. But since his customer was the Future Group, he had to fleece them for all they were worth.

"Not buying? If you’re not buying, then you’re free to leave. It’s not like I’m short on cash; ten billion more or less makes no real difference to me. If you lack even this much sincerity, then please go," Yang Qi said with indifference. "As for this Qi Blood Pill, I believe no one else in the world possesses one. Otherwise, your grandfather wouldn’t still be in a coma. As far as I know, in the years your grandfather has been unconscious, the Future Group’s market value has dropped by hundreds of billions. I’m only asking for ten billion. It’s really not that much."

"If your grandfather wakes up, the Future Group will truly have a promising future. If he dies, I expect the group will continue to decline. At that point, it will be a problem that ten billion can’t solve."

The message was clear: take it or leave it. The ball was entirely in Yang Qi’s court. He couldn’t care less whether the old patriarch of the Future Group lived or died.

Li Chengshou was so furious he could have spat blood, yet he found himself completely powerless.

Daoist Yiyang was filled with utter admiration for Yang Qi. What a swindler! An absolute swindler! This is such a tyrannical way to do business! A fixed price, take it or leave! In his opinion, selling this elixir for a billion would already be an act of swindling. He never would have thought Yang Qi could be even more ruthless and demand ten billion right off the bat.

Li Chengshou forced a bitter laugh. "Xiao, you’re clearly extorting me! Nobody does business like this. The Future Group is rich, yes, but we’re not pushovers who will pay whatever price you name! Besides, this isn’t a Spirit Pill. It’s just a Mortal Grade Third Level Elixir."

"A Spirit Pill?" Yang Qi sneered. "Do you really think a Spirit Pill could be bought with Dragon Coins? How laughable!"

Li Chengshou was left speechless. Indeed, a Spirit Pill couldn’t be bought with Dragon Coins; it was a truly priceless treasure. Only Mortal Grade Elixirs could be purchased with currency. Ten billion was steep, but this was the only pill of its kind in the world. Take it or leave it.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chengshou said, "I need to discuss this with headquarters. This is too much money for me to approve on my own."

"Not nearly as decisive as the Hanfang Association," Yang Qi said, waving his hand dismissively. "Go on, then. I’ll give you half an hour. The offer expires after that. The value of this Qi Blood Pill is far greater than a mere ten billion."

Li Chengshou hurried off to make the call. A full twenty minutes later, he returned. "Mr. Yang, headquarters has agreed. But you understand, this is ten billion. If your elixir doesn’t work, we’ll suffer a catastrophic loss. Shouldn’t we sign a contract?"

"We can," Yang Qi said calmly. "If the Qi Blood Pill fails to save your grandfather, I will not only return the ten billion but will also personally travel to Star Country to save him."

"Deal!"

The two parties quickly signed the contract, and the transaction was finalized. An hour later, the Future Group transferred ten billion Dragon Coins into Yang Qi’s personal account.

Yang Qi’s funds had actually been running low. Setting up the Five Elements Spirit Array was very expensive, and he had only a little over five hundred million left. Now, with an additional ten billion, his wallet felt much fuller, and a sense of security washed over him.

Once outside the hotel, Li Chengshou’s expression turned grim. "You’ve got some nerve, Yang Qi, daring to fleece our Future Group like this. This settles it. We have a grudge now, and it’s a fight to the death!"

Hearing this, Qi Yan’s face fell. "Young Director Li, I advise you not to make an enemy of Mr. Yang. You saw his power that day. Consider this spending money to avert disaster, which is a blessing. If you oppose him, it could bring you trouble and might even endanger the entire Future Group."

"Shut up!" Li Chengshou shot Qi Yan a cold look. "You’re a good-for-nothing we paid a fortune for. Get lost. I don’t need you anymore. When I return to Star Country, I will recruit true experts to come to Dragon Country for revenge. That kid Yang had better watch his back! I will mobilize the entire might of the Future Group to fight him to the death."

Qi Yan sighed deeply. "Young Director Li, even though you’ve fired me, I must warn you. Mr. Yang isn’t just some Martial Artist; he’s likely a legendary Cultivator! He can control wind, thunder, rain, and lightning, and destroy cities and nations with a flick of his hand. Opposing him won’t end well. No number of Martial Artists will be enough."

"Enough of your nonsense!"

Li Chengshou refused to let Qi Yan into the car and drove off alone.

Qi Yan shook his head, as if he could already see the dark future awaiting the Future Group. If it weren’t for the friendship I had with your father, I really wouldn’t bother with your family’s affairs. Still, I have to call Li Wenshuo and tell him about this.

With that, he hailed a car and left.

Back in the hotel room, Liao Fusheng said with concern, "Little Qi, with such an exorbitant demand, the Future Group probably won’t be able to swallow this insult. They’ll surely come looking for trouble."