Chapter 12791: You Can’t Default

The old man was wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with ancient patterns, revealing a sense of age and majesty.

His face was covered with wrinkles, like a carefully carved map, recording the vicissitudes he had experienced.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Xiao deeply. His eyes were full of seriousness and determination, like a towering mountain, which could not be questioned.

"I will investigate the truth of this matter and give you a satisfactory answer. But I will not allow you to talk nonsense here and slander my trading house!" The old man's voice was low and powerful, like a bell echoing in the valley, full of solemnity and majesty.

His words revealed an unquestionable determination, as if telling Ling Xiao that he would definitely find out the truth and give a fair answer.

However, Ling Xiao was not intimidated by the old man's aura. He was wearing a long green gown, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, making him look unrestrained and uninhibited. He had a cynical smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the old man's threat at all.

He looked at the old man with a smile, his eyes revealing a cunning look: "No, no, no, how could I talk nonsense, you are really wronging me. I have always been very reasonable in doing things, return the three million middle-grade spirit stones to me, and I will turn around and leave immediately."

There was a scoundrel air in his words, as if he was provoking the old man. The "three million middle-grade spirit stones" he mentioned was a huge fortune, enough to make most people jealous. He deliberately made the number so high, obviously testing the old man's reaction.

When the old man heard this number, his face darkened and he asked in a cold voice, "Are you sure it's three million and not three hundred thousand?"

His voice was full of doubt and dissatisfaction, and he had obviously learned the exact number of spirit stones from the woman. He would never allow Ling Xiao to blackmail him here, and his eyes revealed an inviolable majesty.

Ling Xiao was wearing a blue brocade robe with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the corners, and his every move revealed the temperament of a nobleman.

He smiled slightly, took out a yellowed bill from his pocket, and gently shook it in front of the old man. The bill looked ordinary, but if you look closely, you can find that the lines on the edge are unique and the handwriting is clear, which is obviously not an ordinary item.

The old man's robe was dragging on the ground, giving people a calm and heavy feeling. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shining with sharp light, as if he could see through all hypocrisy. He took the bill and looked at it carefully, frowning even more.

The handwriting on this bill is indeed authentic, and every stroke reveals an air of simplicity and elegance.

However, the old man always felt that there was something wrong with this note. Based on his many years of experience, the person who issued this note must have a very high status. Although Mr. Ming was an important figure in the trading house, it was impossible for him to issue such a high-priced note.

"What's the matter? Could it be that our Tianxiahui Trading House doesn't even recognize its own bills?" Seeing the old man hesitate, Ling Xiao sneered, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

The old man's face darkened when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice: "Humph, boy, you are obviously not Mr. Ou, but you are pretending to be Mr. Ou. I don't believe a word you say. Today, I will take you down first, and then go to the deans of the upper house to argue."

His words were full of firmness and determination, and he obviously would not be easily shaken by Ling Xiao's words. He knew that if this note was real, it would be a huge fortune, enough to cause the trading house to suffer heavy losses.

The annual profit of their trading house is only 10 million mid-grade spirit stones. The 3 million mid-grade spirit stones on this bill are almost equivalent to one-third of their profit.

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if he had made a decision.

He moved and rushed towards Ling Xiao, as fast as lightning, obviously wanting to take Ling Xiao down in one fell swoop. Ling Xiao smiled slightly, dodged the old man's attack with a flash of his body. He was agile, like a cheetah moving through the jungle, making it hard to predict.

"Haha, you don't want to admit your mistake but you still take action. The actions of Tianxiahui Trading House are really eye-opening. So, the trading house doesn't intend to return my money." Ling Xiao still maintained his smile and asked the old man calmly.

His originally calm face turned extremely ferocious at this moment, and his eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness. He shouted angrily: "Although our trading house is not respected for its fighting power in the Tianxia Association, it is not a group that can be bullied! Even if you are a disciple of the upper house, don't even think about going wild here!"

However, before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao moved, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. A sharp blade light cut through the air and rushed towards the old man. The old man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his hand to resist. A faint vitality light flashed in his palm, trying to block the attack.

"when!"

There was a loud noise, and the old man's arm collided with Ling Xiao's sword, making a crisp sound of metal hitting. However, at this moment, the old man's body protection seemed to be hit by a powerful force and shattered in an instant.

"Crack!"

The shattered Primordial Qi splattered like glass, and the old man let out a scream. One of his arms was actually cut off by this blow. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes and the ground red.

"what!"

The woman next to him screamed in fear when she saw this. She never expected that this powerful manager in the trading house would be so vulnerable in front of this young man.

The death of Master Ming had already frightened her, but the steward's experience at this moment made her even more terrified.

The old man fell to the ground, groaning in pain, his eyes full of fear and confusion. He could never have imagined that this young man had such a strong power. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Who was this young man? What was he going to do?
"Oh my, sir, how come your arm fell under my knife so unluckily?" Ling Xiao had a playful smile on his face and shook his head gently, as if he felt helpless about the scene before him.

He squatted down and his eyes fell on the old man's broken arm. The arm was covered in blood and the broken bones were exposed, which looked horrifying.

However, Ling Xiao did not seem to be affected by the scene before him. He gently took the exquisite storage ring from the old man's broken arm. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was feeling the faint warmth coming from the storage ring.

The storage ring had an ancient appearance, with a few tiny gemstones inlaid on the surface, flickering with a faint light. Ling Xiao swept his mind, and the scene inside the storage ring appeared clearly in his mind.