Chapter Twenty-Eight: How Do You Wish to Die

"Who is Wang Changsheng?"
"Never heard of him. Could he be some hidden genius?"
"Maybe so. Didn't Li Fusheng just say he got swindled?"

On Yun Palace Peak, several cultivators, along with Gong Yu and Guan Danian, were just wondering what had happened, when suddenly Li Fusheng blurted out that he had been tricked?!
Li Fusheng got played?!
That was headline news!
From his tone and words, it was clear that someone named Wang Changsheng had gotten the better of him. Knowing Li Fusheng as they did, anyone who could outsmart him was no ordinary person—perhaps even an undiscovered prodigy.
In any case, only one thing needed saying: anyone who could pull one over on Li Fusheng was far from simple!
"Wang Changsheng... That name sounds familiar," Cai Ling said, her face showing confusion.
Gong Yu and Guan Danian also looked intrigued.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the platform, people were just marveling at those bold enough to stand up to the cultivators of Yun Palace Peak. The cultivators who'd survived the Divine Heaven Realm were still speculating about Li Fusheng and his companions’ identities, when a sudden roar interrupted their thoughts.
More importantly, the roar carried true essence. Even if there wasn't much of it, it was enough to leave everyone shaken.
"Who the hell is that loudmouth?"
"Is that Lion Roar Technique? Has he lost his mind?"
"What kind of monster is this? What did he eat to grow up like that? Such a big mouth!"
"Wang Changsheng? He's looking for Wang Changsheng? Who is that?"
"How should I know who Wang Changsheng is?!"

Cultivators who hadn't reached the Open Vein stage were staggered by Li Fusheng's roar—some even turned pale, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths! From that one shout, everyone understood:
There was a reason these people dared confront Yun Palace Peak head-on. That one bellow alone terrified all five thousand cultivators present!
"Senior brother... this..." Fang Qing looked at Wang Changsheng, face grave. "It seems you really did a number on Senior Li... He's truly furious..."
Wang Changsheng had to circulate his own true essence to disperse the pressure from Li Fusheng's roar.
His mind raced, trying to think of a way out.
"Fight? There's no way I can beat him!"
"Run? Looks like I can't get away either!" Wang Changsheng grew anxious. "If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have said what I did!"
Who could have guessed that a casual remark would send that blockhead Li Fusheng running to the Imperial Capital’s Grand Restaurant for a feast?
"Right, what does any of this have to do with me?" Wang Changsheng muttered. "He ordered the banquet, he ate it, he paid the spirit stones. Where's the problem?"
The realization came to Wang Changsheng in an instant—but that didn't mean Li Fusheng saw it the same way.
Especially not now, when Li Fusheng was seething with rage.
"Wang Changsheng! You damned scoundrel, get out here now!"
"My broadsword is thirsting for blood!"
"Today, I'm going to kill you!"
Li Fusheng shouted again, though this time without infusing true essence. Then, a massive broadsword appeared in his hand, drawing looks of surprise from the cultivators around him.
"That sword... what a bizarre weapon!"

"More than bizarre—it's positively immortal!"
"Maybe, maybe... perhaps that's just how this senior's magical weapon looks!"

People stared in bafflement at the broadsword now in Li Fusheng's hand.
As for the Yun Palace Peak group, along with Gong Yu and Guan Danian, black lines appeared on their foreheads—they looked as if they didn't even know him.
Others might not see what was odd about the sword, but they did. In short:
Aside from being long, there was nothing special about it.
Ordinary iron, ordinary weapon, could be snapped with a finger!
"Senior brother..." Fang Qing looked at Wang Changsheng, trembling a bit.
Fang Qing was getting scared, and it wasn't for lack of experience—he'd seen all kinds of battles over the years. But this wasn't a mortal battlefield; in the world of cultivators, lives were even cheaper than in the mundane world.
"Don't worry!"
At this moment, Wang Changsheng instead patted Fang Qing on the shoulder, managing a bitter smile.
Then, he stood up.
Of the more than five thousand cultivators present, only the Yun Palace Peak group and Li Fusheng's trio were standing—the rest were all seated cross-legged. Now, as Wang Changsheng stood, every eye was drawn to him at once.
"What's that old guy standing up for?"
"Could he actually be Wang Changsheng?"
"No way. Who would dare stand up to such a powerhouse? Anyone else would be hiding!"

But at this moment, everyone realized—this man must be Wang Changsheng.
Many present were more advanced in cultivation than Wang Changsheng and could instantly see he was only at the third level of Open Vein. In the Mortal Heaven Realm, he might be considered strong, but compared to these Divine Heaven Realm cultivators, he was nothing!
"Wang Changsheng!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Seeing Wang Changsheng rise, Li Fusheng could no longer contain his fury. With a leap, he landed not far from Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng, however, calmed down. He couldn't win, and he couldn't escape—what else could he do but face it head-on?
"Fellow Daoist Li," Wang Changsheng cupped his fists in greeting.
Their exchange made it clear to all the cultivators present: this really was Wang Changsheng!
Especially the Yun Palace Peak disciples, Gong Yu, and Guan Danian; they were stunned, immediately recognizing Wang Changsheng's cultivation. None of them could have guessed that the one who'd fooled Li Fusheng was a mere third-level Open Vein cultivator.
"This is one for the ages! That's a stain on Li Fusheng's reputation he'll never live down," Gong Yu joked.
The group all nodded in agreement.
"Wang Changsheng! Say it—how do you want to die today?" Li Fusheng said darkly.
"How about not dying?" Wang Changsheng shrugged, looking helpless. "Fellow Daoist Li, think about it—you ate the banquet. Didn't you ask the price before you started eating? You can't put all the blame on me!"
"How is it not your fault? If you hadn't said there was a discount, would I have gone there?" Li Fusheng shouted, broadsword raised.
Of course, Li Fusheng wasn't about to admit he hadn't checked the price. Being tricked was humiliating enough—if he confessed he never even asked, that would make things even worse.
At this, several cultivators suddenly recalled something.
"Wait—could this Li Fusheng be that big spender at the Imperial Capital's Grand Restaurant?"

"It really could be. But 'big spender'? That's a divine-level fool!"
"I always wondered who could be so gullible—turns out he was tricked!"

Many cultivators immediately recalled the rumors about Li Fusheng.
The Yun Palace Peak group realized it too—especially those who'd tried to stop Li Fusheng that day—leaving them all dumbfounded.
"Even if there was a discount, you should still ask the price!" Wang Changsheng said, exasperated. "Besides, I didn't even know the Grand Restaurant existed..."
"What?" Li Fusheng grew even angrier. "So you're admitting you tricked me?"
Wang Changsheng shrugged again. "Given the situation at the time, I had no choice—no choice at all..."
He was a little embarrassed himself.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Li Fusheng raged. "Some 'no choice'!"
"Senior Li..." At this point, Fang Qing also stood, cupping his fists to Li Fusheng. "Senior Li, my senior brother was in the wrong, but think about it—if you really kill him, then you truly lose everything!"
Li Fusheng froze, his broadsword halting in midair.
Of course! Wang Changsheng still owed him a hundred spirit stones—plus interest!
If he killed Wang Changsheng now, wouldn't that mean he not only got tricked, but also lost all the spirit stones he'd lent out?
That kind of total loss was not a deal Li Fusheng would ever make!
"All right, then!" Li Fusheng glared at the two of them and declared, "I won't pursue the matter of the Grand Restaurant."
"I, Li the Magnanimous, will treat this as a charitable act!"
Wang Changsheng and Fang Qing both breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he let it go!
"Now, let's talk about the spirit stones you owe me!" Li Fusheng's tone turned cold.
"I lent you a hundred spirit stones before, with interest!" he said. "Repay me the principal: one hundred spirit stones!"
"With interest, that makes four hundred—so, five hundred spirit stones in total!" Li Fusheng declared.
At this point, he couldn't help but admire his own cleverness—and looked at Fang Qing with newfound respect. So what if he'd been tricked? As long as he got his spirit stones back, things were as they should be! If not for Fang Qing’s reminder, he really would have taken a huge loss!
Originally, Li Fusheng planned to charge three hundred in interest, but then he realized—if he asked for only three hundred, with the principal, it would exactly offset what he'd spent at the Grand Restaurant. Wouldn't that mean he made no profit at all from lending the spirit stones to Wang Changsheng?
So, he instantly raised the price by another hundred!
That way, in the end, he’d actually make a hundred spirit stones profit!
"What?" Wang Changsheng was dumbfounded. "Five hundred spirit stones with interest?"
"No way!" he said flatly.
He couldn't produce even fifty right now, let alone five hundred. He could see that Li Fusheng was just extorting him—borrowing a hundred, then demanding five hundred back? That kind of interest was terrifying!
"No way?" Li Fusheng's patience snapped.
"How do you want to die?"
"My blade is forty meters long. I'll let you run thirty-nine before I strike!"