The cunning Muhhammed originally intended to take advantage of the situation to trick Xiao Mo.
However, Old Carter's intervention directly shattered Muhhammed's opportunistic dream.
Not only that, but he also continued to pile on the pressure.
This made Muhhammed grit his teeth in anger, wishing he could thrust his bone staff into Old Carter's venomous mouth.
Yet, in the end, he held back.
It wasn't because he had a good temper, but simply because he dared not.
Not to mention the four formidable soldiers flanking Xiao Mo, watching with bated breath.
Old Carter alone was enough to reduce him to a docile lapdog before he could summon his undead army.
Although both were at the peak of the Monarch tier, there were differences in strength even within that tier.
Old Carter was a powerhouse with one foot already in the Saint tier, while Muhhammed was merely an undead mage who had ascended to the peak of the Monarch tier.
Undead mages were inherently weak in close-quarters combat, and facing a Goblin of the Monarch tier peak, who excelled in melee, he was utterly defenseless.
With no other choice, Muhhammed took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and frustration in his heart.
Then, with a wry smile, he looked at Xiao Mo and said, "My Lord, Old Carter's price is simply too high! I..."
"I recall there's a overlord-level dragon race in the Endless Abyss, with probably at least a thousand divine dragons there!"
Before Muhhammed could finish his sentence, Xiao Mo raised a hand, touched his nose, and smiled playfully, glancing at Xian Qing'er.
He seemed to be speaking to Xian Qing'er, but in reality, he was setting a trap for Muhhammed.
"My Lord! No need to say more, the deal is on at this price!"
As expected, the moment Xiao Mo finished speaking, Muhhammed immediately exclaimed, fearing that if the deal wasn't struck soon, the Lord and Old Carter might further increase the price.
After the deal was settled, Muhhammed deliberately added, "My Lord, if you have any more dragon corpses in the future, feel free to sell them to me!"
Xiao Mo replied with a faint smile, "I don't sell to any one person specifically. I only go by the highest bid!"
Upon hearing this, Muhhammed rolled his eyes inwardly and pretended not to hear.
"My Lord, please give me one day to gather enough Immortal-Demon Stones!"
Xiao Mo shook his head and said, "I prefer Soul Crystals. Also, I don't do credit. Cash on delivery, and I want to see the full amount of Soul Crystals immediately!"
He had quickly calculated that ten ninth-tier Black Blood Dragon Python corpses would fetch fifty Soul Crystals, and sixteen tenth-tier King-grade Black Blood Dragon Python corpses would fetch one hundred and sixty Soul Crystals.
A Spirit-tier Flood Dragon corpse would yield forty Soul Crystals, and a Monarch-tier Black Dragon King corpse would fetch two hundred Soul Crystals.
The total amounted to four hundred and fifty Soul Crystals.
If, as Old Carter suggested, the price of each type of corpse were doubled, it would amount to nine hundred Soul Crystals.
Xiao Mo would not believe that an undead mage at the peak of the Monarch tier could not afford such a sum.
This undead mage was likely harboring some scheme; in any case, credit was out of the question.
Hearing Xiao Mo's words, Muhhammed's mouth twitched slightly.
This Lord was far too shrewd, clearly someone who wouldn't concede even an inch.
As an undead mage who had roamed this world for hundreds of years, he naturally wasn't incapable of producing less than a thousand Soul Crystals.
However, he dared not produce it on the spot.
If Xiao Mo were to play the trick of "black eating black" during the immediate transaction, he would be powerless even after paying the money but not receiving the goods.
He might even lose his life.
Therefore, he wanted to delay for a day, to find some helpers to ensure his safety before proceeding with the transaction.
"Mr. Muhhammed, do you not trust my reputation, Lord?"
Xiao Mo smiled faintly, as if he had seen through Muhhammed's thoughts.
What reputation? Who knew you before this?
Muhhammed grumbled inwardly, but his face was plastered with a fawning smile.
"How could that be? I naturally trust you, my Lord, but..."
He stammered for a long time, unable to find a good excuse.
This was because, deep down, he had a million reasons not to trust Xiao Mo.
Primarily, after being tricked a few times in this underground world, he no longer trusted anyone or any creature.
He had initially brought his undead army to gain the upper hand in negotiations.
But he had never imagined that Xiao Mo possessed such terrifying power.
If he had known this beforehand, he wouldn't have come here even if it killed him.
"But what?"
Xiao Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at Muhhammed, his smile appearing exceptionally friendly.
However, the three soldiers behind Xiao Mo were all looking at Muhhammed with ill intent.
It seemed as if they would immediately slay him if he dared to utter a single negative word.
Seeing this, Muhhammed's expression turned bitter.
Weren't we supposed to be conducting a transaction, with fair trade and everyone getting what they wanted?
Why did it feel like an outright forced sale now?
But he naturally didn't dare to voice such thoughts. He could only bow and scrape, saying to Xiao Mo, "Rest assured! I absolutely trust you, my Lord. Let's trade now!"
Hearing this, Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, then gestured to the little brat.
The little brat understood and immediately retrieved all the corpses from his territory's warehouse.
Xiao Mo also directly communicated with his territorial soldiers through divine sense, using the teleportation array to transport the Black Dragon corpse over.
Seeing that the goods had arrived, Muhhammed reluctantly proceeded with the transaction with Xiao Mo.
Despite his myriad objections, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go through with it.
Because he knew that if he didn't, it would be incredibly difficult to leave the Goblin's Den.
So, he directly paid nine hundred Soul Crystals in full and then collected all the corpses into his undead space.
The transaction complete, Muhhammed felt a wave of relief wash over him. Just as his nerves began to relax slightly, Xiao Mo's voice rang out, causing him to instantly prick up his ears.
"Mr. Muhhammed, what price are you offering for the Skeleton Lord's innate bone saber?"
As he spoke, Xiao Mo's mind moved, and a pale white bone saber appeared in his hand, exuding a strong aura of undeath.
Simultaneously, a faint wisp of dark energy snaked from the saber's hilt, attempting to penetrate Xiao Mo's body.
Unfortunately, upon contact with Xiao Mo's skin, the dark energy instantly dissipated, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
This wisp of dark energy was the necrotic energy of undeath, the most yin and evil energy in existence, which delighted in devouring the flesh and blood of living beings and assimilating souls.
Alas, the necrotic energy within this bone saber had chosen the wrong target this time.
Xiao Mo, unaware of the dark energy, gripped the bone saber, feeling its surprising weight. This perplexed him.
Why did this bone saber, crafted entirely from bone, feel heavier in his hand than a saber forged from iron essence?
With this thought, Xiao Mo raised the bone saber and began to slash.
This action sent a shiver down Muhhammed's spine.
"My Lord, please be careful! This is a fine Monarch-tier weapon!"
This bone saber was an excellent item for undead warriors, perhaps even a treasure.
If it were carelessly hacked and damaged by the clueless Xiao Mo, it would be a terrible loss!