Luke practically shouted those words out. Even though he was well-off, he was not a brainless idiot who would throw away spirit stones for no reason.
Money did not grow on trees, especially spirit stones.
The atmosphere inside the pavilion turned cold the mont Luke refused to pay.
Any lowered her head slightly, feeling embarrassed that she had ever associated with such a person. As for Shen, traces of killing intent already flickered inside his eyes, while Moon silently observed everything from the side without interfering.
As for Darius...
His expression gradually turned indifferent, and his patience finally reached its limit.
He slowly leaned back on his chair and lightly tapped his fingers against the table.
"Finished?" he calmly asked.
Luke sneered hearing this.
"What? Did I say sothing wrong? Eleven spirit stones for two rooms? Even the inner city doesn’t dare rob people like this."
He truly was not making trouble for no reason. Even the guild halls inside the inner city charged with gold coins for ordinary cultivation rooms.
In fact, even advanced cultivation rooms rarely exceeded one spirit stone per hour. Yet this random pavilion hidden in the outer city was demanding ten spirit stones for a single room.
It was outright absurd.
Darius helplessly sighed hearing those words.
Truthfully speaking, he also wanted to reveal so of the details regarding the cultivation rooms after seeing people’s reactions to the prices. He knew his services were worth far more than what he charged, but no one would believe such claims without seeing the results personally.
People like Any were rare.
If the ordinary cultivation room had cost ten spirit stones instead of one, even she would never have dared to take such a gamble considering her situation.
After all, spending one’s entire fortune on an uncertain chance was no different from ruining one’s future.
While the pause seed long, all of these thoughts flashed through Darius’s mind within re seconds before he nodded.
"You have a good point."
Luke raised his chin proudly, thinking the other party had finally realized reality and was about to lower the price.
However...
The next mont, Darius pointed toward the entrance.
"You may leave then. If you cannot afford the Pavilion’s services, then this place is simply not suited for you."
Luke’s expression froze.
For a second, he genuinely thought he had misheard those words.
"What?"
"I said leave." Darius’s voice remained calm. "My Pavilion does not force anyone to purchase its services."
Any inwardly sighed in relief hearing this. In her eyes, the best possible outco was for Luke to leave peacefully before things escalated further.
Unfortunately...
Luke suddenly laughed from anger.
"Hahaha! Leave?" His eyes beca colder and colder. "Kid, do you think rejecting twice is funny?"
Boom!
A wave of spiritual pressure exploded from Luke’s body.
Several nearby chairs trembled violently.
"You dare throw out?"
Darius’s eyes slightly narrowed.
’System?’
[The target has repeatedly violated Pavilion rules and disrupted order. The host may now blacklist and expel him.]
Hearing this, Darius no longer wasted words.
"Luke Shield," he indifferently spoke.
"You are hereby blacklisted from the Immortal Pavilion for one year."
Silence instantly filled the Pavilion.
Any’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief while Shen abruptly stood up.
Moon’s gaze also sharpened.
Unlike Any, both he and Shen already knew what was about to happen. The two rely watched the scene unfold with interest.
Only Any truly believed Darius had gone insane.
Luke himself blanked out for a mont before rage exploded inside him.
"You dare blacklist ?!"
He directly slamd his palm toward the receptionist desk.
Bang!
To his surprise, the wooden desk remained completely intact.
Instead, his own hand beca slightly numb.
Luke snorted coldly, assuming he had simply held back too much strength while the desk itself was crafted from stronger materials.
Sneering, he continued.
"I’ll destroy your garbage Pavilion today and see who stops !"
Any’s face drastically changed.
"Luke, stop!"
She did not care about Luke himself.
What she cared about was the Pavilion.
After personally experiencing the wonders of the cultivation room, she naturally did not wish for this place to disappear after existing for less than a week.
Unable to bear the scene, Any closed her eyes tightly, though small gaps still remained between her fingers as she nervously peeked outside.
However—
The mont Luke stepped forward and raised his hand toward Darius—
A terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon the Pavilion.
Buzz!
Luke’s body violently froze in place.
His knees bent uncontrollably.
Crack! Crack!
Everyone initially thought the floor beneath him was breaking apart.
Reality, however, was far crueler.
It was Luke’s knees.
Blood slowly trickled down his legs as the flesh around his knees tore apart little by little beneath the overwhelming pressure.
"W-What..."
Luke’s pupils shrank to needle size.
At this mont, it felt as though an entire mountain had descended upon his shoulders.
Forget moving—
He could barely even breathe.
Cold sweat instantly drenched his body while unbearable pain surged through his shattered knees. At that mont, Luke wished for nothing more than to kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Moon’s face wildly changed at the familiar pressure as his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
’Again!’
This feeling...
It was exactly the sa terrifying aura from earlier.
The difference was—
This ti, the pressure was even heavier.
And who was it directed at?
Luke Shield.
The son of one of the Four Generals.
A genius already at the Eighth Layer of the True Qi Realm.
Moon felt his scalp turn numb.
If not for the protective treasures Luke likely carried on his body, his legs might have already exploded apart.
’Too terrifying...’
That was the only thought everyone present shared as they gazed toward Darius as though looking at a monster.
Darius slowly stood up from his chair.
From beginning to end, his expression never changed.
"You wished to destroy my Pavilion?" he softly asked.
Luke’s entire body trembled violently.
For the first ti in his life...
Fear appeared inside his eyes.
Real fear.
At this mont, he truly regretted coming to this place.
Who could have possibly imagined that a hidden expert would be hiding inside such a remote area, casually running a small Pavilion that rented cultivation rooms?
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