Is Buying a Life Human Trafficking

　　"One hundred and eighty thousand spirit stones."

　　Chen Xia counted the spirit stones he had borrowed so far. It wasn't far from three hundred thousand.

　　During this period, he had thought about a question: Was it really worth it to exchange three hundred thousand spirit stones for Qiong Qi's life?

　　On the surface, it seemed that he was raising three hundred thousand spirit stones to buy the white rattan flower, but in fact, he was buying Qiong Qi's entire life.

　　Perhaps in the past, he wouldn't have been so reasonable. He would have already taken his bronze sword and chopped at Qiong Qi's head. If the Third Elder dared to stop him, he would have chopped him down too.

　　Never mind whether he could win the fight or not. He would just strike first.

　　Anyway, the Heavenly Sword Sea wouldn't let him die.

　　Unless their Great Emperor didn't want to live either.

　　However, it wasn't Chen Xia's reputation that would be damaged by this matter, but the Big Yellow Dog's.

　　After all, stealing things wasn't an honorable thing. Once the money was paid back, the reasoning would be clear, and then it would be Qiong Qi's turn to pay with his life.

　　Since he was his hapless sworn brother, Chen Xia still hoped that the Big Yellow Dog could be an upright dog in the future.

　　Chen Xia put away the counted spirit stones neatly and picked up all the IOUs from various sources. He took out the ones with larger amounts and stored them separately.

　　Among them, it was worth mentioning that a junior elder, who had once been taught a lesson by Chen Xia, actually lent him two thousand spirit stones this time.

　　It was that junior elder who had been slightly punished by Chen Xia because of a trick of provoking him.

　　When Chen Xia sent out the message that he wanted to borrow money, he immediately came with the money. He didn't even want the flying sword that Chen Xia had sold to him on credit. He only hoped that Chen Xia could forgive his previous rudeness.

　　Look, what a broad-minded person he was.

　　Naturally, Chen Xia forgave him immediately and patted the junior elder on the shoulder.

　　He admitted that he had been too impulsive before, apologized to the junior elder, and even invited the junior elder to taste the pills he had refined before.

　　This was all about repaying kindness with kindness even when faced with enmity.

　　Besides, other disciples and junior elders also gave Chen Xia quite a lot of support, which was also equivalent to taking sides.

　　Anyone who was willing to lend spirit stones to Chen Xia was willing to stand on Chen Xia's side.

　　But it still wasn't enough. He was still short of money.

　　Chen Xia racked his brains and thought that if he wanted to borrow money, he had to turn to the old men, because old men had pension funds.

　　And he happened to know a very old man.

　　"How much do you want to borrow?" The Old Fisherman put his hands behind his back and looked at Chen Xia who had come to visit him.

　　"Not much, one hundred and twenty thousand." Chen Xia smiled and spoke in a casual and calm tone.

　　It was indeed not much, considering that he had already borrowed one hundred and eighty thousand before.

　　The Old Fisherman silently looked him up and down several times and then asked.

　　"Are you planning to abscond with the money?"

　　"No." Chen Xia shook his head and lifted his right hand that was wrapped in bandages and replied, "I want to heal my wounds."

　　This was the reason he gave to the outside world.

　　The Old Fisherman glanced at him a few more times. He stretched out his hands from behind his back and pointed, "Give me twenty thousand spirit stones. Don't mention healing your wounds. I can even help you change your hand for you."

　　"Add another twenty thousand, and it'll be no problem to help you change it into a supreme seed or a mysterious seed. It can be customized according to your preference."

　　"I'm here to borrow money." Chen Xia shook his head and frowned again, saying, "Please lend me some. It'll also be convenient for my cultivation."

　　Mentioning the word "cultivation" hit the Old Fisherman's soft spot. After all, the faster Chen Xia cultivated, the better it would be for the Heavenly Sword Sea.

　　However, he still shook his head, "I already knew the news that you were borrowing money. There's no need to gather three hundred thousand spirit stones just to compete with Qiong Qi out of spite."

　　"Even if you really win, so what? Giving three hundred thousand spirit stones to Qiong Qi as medical expenses, do you think you'll make a profit? Not to mention that you might not even be able to win!"

　　Chen Xia didn't reply, nor did he say that the three hundred thousand spirit stones were actually Qiong Qi's funeral expenses. He just gave a reason that the Old Fisherman couldn't refuse.

　　"After this fight, I'll be able to break through to the Overturning Sea Realm."

　　The Old Fisherman was stunned on the spot, and then he put on a kind smile and clapped his hands, saying.

　　"I knew it. My good disciple couldn't be so impulsive. So it was to enter the Overturning Sea Realm. Then you don't need spirit stones. As your master, I'll personally arrange this competition for you."

　　"No." Chen Xia raised a smile, "I want to gather three hundred thousand spirit stones, beat him thoroughly and righteously. Otherwise, my thoughts won't be clear, and it'll be difficult for me to break through to the Overturning Sea Realm."

　　The Old Fisherman raised his eyebrows. There was indeed such a saying among cultivators. Once their thoughts were not clear and they hadn't figured things out, they were very likely to be stuck in a realm for a long time.

　　"Alright, I'll lend it to you." The Old Fisherman said heartily and asked one more question, "After this fight, will you really break through to the Overturning Sea Realm?"

　　Chen Xia nodded, "Maybe."

　　"Why just maybe?" The Old Fisherman was puzzled and felt a bit worried and uneasy in his heart.

　　"Because if I lose, I won't." Chen Xia replied calmly.

　　This was quite normal. How could a cultivator break through after losing? It would be good if he didn't fall back in his realm.

　　"Will you lose?" The Old Fisherman narrowed his eyes and asked this question sharply.

　　In his opinion, since Chen Xia dared to take the initiative to challenge someone to a fight, he must have a great chance of winning. Otherwise, why would he take the initiative to challenge?

　　The corner of Chen Xia's mouth raised a confident smile. He slightly raised his head and replied in a certain tone under the Old Fisherman's expectant look.

　　"It's hard to say."

　　He wanted to trick the Old Fisherman into revealing more of his resources.

　　The Old Fisherman's expectant look froze. He really didn't expect Chen Xia to say such a thing with a confident look. Immediately, he frowned and asked again.

　　"What are your odds of winning?"

　　"Sixty-forty. I'm sixty." Chen Xia replied like this.

　　"Alright." The Old Fisherman nodded, "As your master, I'll give you one hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones. At the same time, I'll also make sure that the Third Elder won't interfere. But my magic weapons and supernatural powers are too profound. It's really not easy to give them to you."

　　"It's okay. I like using profound ones." Chen Xia replied considerately.

　　The Old Fisherman still didn't give them to him and only lent Chen Xia one hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones.

　　"Master, there's no need for an IOU. We're master and disciple. We don't need to bother with these complicated things."

　　Chen Xia said so as he received the full amount of spirit stones.

　　"Even blood brothers settle accounts clearly. Money is such a thing that is too easy to cause disputes. It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I really don't want our relationship to be damaged because of money."

　　The Old Fisherman didn't agree. After all, one hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones was quite a large amount for him, a quasi-saint. It was okay to lend it out, but it was absolutely unacceptable to just give it away for nothing.

　　Chen Xia didn't care either. Anyway, whether to pay it back or not would be up to him in the end.

　　If he really had no money to pay it back, what could the Old Fisherman do to him?

　　He could only watch helplessly.

　　Chen Xia returned to his cave residence contentedly. He counted out all three hundred thousand spirit stones, exactly right, without any shortage.

　　He filled three storage magic weapons and put them aside. He calculated the days and planned to choose an auspicious day to use these three hundred thousand spirit stones to buy Qiong Qi's life.

　　Chen Xia propped his head up and suddenly had a wild thought.

　　He wondered if his behavior should not be considered human trafficking?

　　It should be considered a one-stop funeral service.