Zhang Yuan never considered himself a good person.
Since awakening his memories, he deeply understood a principle: to survive in this world where the strong reign supreme, one must become a predator.
After becoming a Martial Artist, Zhang Yuan couldn't remember how many people he had killed.
Those weaker individuals who died at his hands all became resources that made him stronger!
But somehow, hearing Su Jingyao's words, Zhang Yuan felt a faint sense of emotion.
So he said, "The price needs to be raised."
"What?"
Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes widened, annoyed and embarrassed: "Junior Brother Zhang, I considered you a good person, and you treat me like this?"
She looked so aggrieved and sad that one might think Zhang Yuan had committed some unforgivable sin against her.
Zhang Yuan chuckled: "Add two hundred Daoist Merits, and I'll help you capture the Human-faced Butterfly."
Su Jingyao pouted: "At most fifty!"
Zhang Yuan: "One hundred eighty."
