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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nClayton felt that money was enough no matter what.

nHow many treasures like sword intent grass could there be?

nEven if there were 20 stalks, it would only be a trillion.

nFor the country, this money could still be taken out, although… It was not a small amount.

n“Alright!”

nAndrew smiled.

nHe had been waiting for these words.

nHe began to calculate in his mind how many strengthening points he needed.

nHe now had two million strengthening points on him.

nIf he wanted to condense the golden core, he needed at least ten million strengthening points.

nThat was to say, he was still short of eight million strengthening points.

nEvery time he sold a portion of sword intent grass, he would receive forty thousand strengthening points.

nThat was to say, if he wanted to break through to the Golden Core Stage, he would need to sell at least two hundred and fifty portions.

nThis was not the end.

nHis Nine-layered Thunder Blade was also about to break through to the ninth layer. He estimated that it would also need ten million strengthening points.

nIn other words, he would need to sell another 250 stalks.

nIn total, it would be 450 stalks.

nMoreover, even if he sold so many stalks, he would not be able to upgrade it twice. He might still need to strengthen some random things and also need to draw the lottery.

n“Andrew, give me a number. How much sword intent grass can you provide?”

nAndrew pondered for a moment.

nHe said in a low voice, “I can provide 500 pieces. Is that enough?”

n“How many?” Clayton was shocked.

nAccording to his estimation, at most, a few dozen pieces would be not bad.

nFor a treasure like sword intent grass, even if it could grow between heaven and earth due to the recovery of the spiritual essence, the quantity could not be too much.

nIt could not be everywhere.

nBut after hearing Andrew’s words, Clayton spat out a mouthful of coffee.

n“Chief, what’s wrong?”

nIn Clayton’s office, Tyrone was there too.

nHe asked curiously.

nClayton ignored him. He still held his phone tightly and asked nervously, “Say it again? Is what you said true?”

nAndrew frowned.

nHe said unhappily, “Are you crazy?

n“I said 500 portions just now. Would I lie to you?”

nAndrew thought for a moment. Could it be that Clayton felt that it was too little?

n“How about… I work hard and get you another 500, a total of 1,000 stalks?”

nAndrew said with a smile.

nHe could get as much sword intent grass as he wanted.

nOf course, the more he sold, the better. One set of sword intent grass could earn him 40,000 strengthening points. If he sold 1,000 sets, it would be 40 million strengthening points. It was enough for him to squander.

nIn any case, the other party was the country.

nIf the country’s money was not enough, they could open a money printing machine to print it.

nThis had nothing to do with Andrew.

nAs long as the money was received into the account, the system would give him strengthening points.

nInflation and such had nothing to do with Andrew.

nAnyway, even if he received the money, he wouldn’t spend it. To him, it was just a number.

n“One thousand blades of sword intent grass!” Clayton’s hands were trembling.

nOne had to know that a treasure like the sword intent grass was extremely precious.

nAndrew could actually take out one thousand blades of sword intent grass in one go?

nClayton was extremely shocked.

nJust how rich was this kid Andrew?

nA bold idea emerged in his mind… How about robbing Andrew?

nHowever…

nClayton gave up on it when he thought of Andrew’s strength and methods.

nThis kid had too many tricks up his sleeves. It wouldn’t be easy to rob him.

n…

nAfter hanging up the phone, Clayton looked at the white wall in a daze.

n“Chief, what’s wrong?”

nSeeing Clayton’s expression, Tyrone felt a little strange.

n“How many blades of sword intent grass did Andrew say he had?

n“Ten? Twenty?

n“That’s 500 billion? One trillion?

n“But no matter how much there is, you have to give one-third of it to the Ministry of Education! We have to take this share!”

nTyrone muttered to himself.

n“We’ll deduct it from the education funds. Even if it’s a few hundred billion, I think it’s worth it.

n“It’s too difficult to train experts now. It’s very difficult for martial arts colleges to produce warriors of the sixth rank, even if they’re stuck at the spiritual power level.

n“With the help of the sword intent grass, there’s no need to go through so much trouble. Choose some talented students, and after consuming the sword intent grass, they’ll definitely become top ninth rank warriors! This money is really worth it!”

nAfter Tyrone finished speaking, Clayton laughed out loud.

n“Are you sure you want one-third? Hahahahaha!”

n“What are you laughing at?” Tyrone frowned.

n“Andrew said that he can provide one thousand stalks of sword intent grass, and you want one-third? Are you sure you have that much money?”

n“What did you say?”

nTyrone suddenly stood up.

nHis eyes were wide open as he stared at Clayton.

n“This is impossible. How can there be a thousand of these treasures? It must be a lie!”

nClayton shook his head.

n“Andrew, this kid, although he’s a little unreliable, he has never lied to anyone. I think… there really are a thousand of them!”

n“Tyrone, go contact Evans and report it to the country. See how much money the government can approve?”

nThis was not a small amount after all.

nThe country was not a cash cow.

nA thousand blades of sword intent grass was equivalent to 50 trillion U.S. dollars!

nBefore the recovery of the spiritual essence, the GDP of the United States was only around 20 trillion U.S. dollars a year.

nThe news of a thousand blades of sword intent grass immediately spread among the higher-ups of the United States government.

nWhether it was the Ministry of Education, the military, the Martial Arts Bureau, or the White House, they all got the news.

nAnd ordinary warriors also saw the posts on the Warriors’ forums.

nBut this was not the most popular post on the forums.

nThe most popular news now was Andrew!

nAn eighteen-year-old Grandmaster Thunderblade was already a top-notch powerhouse!

nAnd he had even defeated all the descendants of the Holy Lands.

nPescadero’s Anaconda King and Alaska’s Snow Leopard King were all killed by Andrew!

nHe stood in the arena, challenging the pinnacle of the Holy Lands. No one dared to accept the challenge!

nThere was even a peak of the Holy Land that was defeated by Andrew with one punch, displaying a terrifying combat strength!

nGrandmaster Thunderblade!

nTo be precise, it was…

nKing Thunderblade!

nWhether it was Andrew’s battle videos or the news of the sword intent grass, they all spread wildly on the internet, even going viral abroad.

nMany martial artists went crazy.

nEspecially those who practiced sword techniques, they all wanted a stalk of sword intent grass.

nJust one stalk!

nIn the future, their path of cultivation would become unimpeded!

n“I’m an eighth stage golden body martial artist, and you guys aren’t even willing to lend me 50 billion! I just need to crazily hunt demonic beasts, and I’ll be able to pay it off in a year!”

nA martial artist barged into the bank and roared at the bank president.

n“I can’t do anything about this either.”

nThe bank president was also in a difficult position.

nThe Ministry of Finance had issued a notice that apart from the normal funds of the bank, all the liquid funds had to be transferred to the main bank account. They could forget about giving a loan to others.

nThe Ministry of Finance, and even the U.S. government, needed a large number of funds. It seemed like they were going to make some big moves.

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