Ding Xiu's Choice

On the outskirts, atop a mountain, within the estate courtyard, Zhu Youji faced the wandering swordsman Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu still had that unruly appearance, carrying a long knife on his back and a black cloth bag tied around his waist. The bag continuously oozed crimson blood, seeming to conceal something.

Moving his lips, Ding Xiu looked at Zhu Youji and tossed the bag around his waist. "The things are inside the bag. What about what you promised me?"

Zhu Youji did not catch the bag but let it fall to the ground and roll in front of him. "Do you want the two hundred taels first, or the Heavenly Level sword technique?"

Ding Xiu's eyes flickered, and he greedily smiled. "Of course, it's the two hundred taels."

"Good!" Zhu Youji chuckled and directly pulled out a bag of silver from the nearby corner, tossing it over.

Ding Xiu took the bag, opened it, and indeed found pure silver inside. He weighed it, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Not bad, you are quite trustworthy."