Paradise of Demonic Gods
“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Ten Million
Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations
At the mention of ten million gold, Wang Tiangang's body shivered. That was ten million!
For a level 26 Conferred Knight like himself, it would take everything he had to bring out 500,000 gold. Yet, to think that Governor Devitt was going to give Fang Xingjian ten million gold?! What kind of joke was this?
He stared at Fang Xingjian and tried very hard to listen, wanting to know what the trade was for.
Hearing Devitt's words, Fang Xingjian shook his head and said,"It's already November now, so there are only eight months till next year's National Selection. Being paid over ten instalments is useless for me now."
A few people exchanged glances when they head what Fang Xingjian said. Around a month ago, they had still been secretly laughing at how Fang Xingjian did not know any better for wanting to participate in the National Selection.