Ning pulled the ring out and put it on his own finger. He then scanned the young man for any other items he might have on him.
There was an amulet for his protection, armor too, and some sort of tattoo on him.
"Give me back my storage ring!" the young man cried out.
"Sure, why not?" Ning said as he looked at the storage ring on his finger. He sent a wave of Qi into it and within moments he refined it to make it his own, rather than the young man's.
He then pulled out every little item that was in the storage ring and laid it on the ground next to them.
The cost of some of the items in this storage ring was enough to make kings go to war in some smaller kingdoms, not to mention the storage ring itself.
And yet this young man had it on him without any care in the world.
'It's quite large too,' Ning thought to himself. The storage ring was nearly the size of his own storage space.
He took all the young man's items into his storage space and handed the storage ring back to the young man.
The young man's face was a mixture of anger, hatred, and fear, but he quickly moved to grab his own storage ring.
However, before he could, Ning pulled back his hand and looked at the ring for a bit. "Come on, now. You know you can't have things for free, right? If you want your ring back, you'll have to pay me for it."
"What?" the young man was speechless for a moment. "That's my ring. Give it back you bastard!"
"Uh-uh, you gotta pay it for it, or you can leave," Ning said.
"You!" the young man stared dagger at Ning. "You will die for this once my father learns about this."
"How will he learn it? Through that amulet of yours?" Ning asked.
The young man immediately moved to protect his amulet, and Ning let him be. Instead, he crouched down next to the young man and said, "hey, who's your father?"
"What?" the young man asked.
"You said your father will kill me if he finds out, right? Then he must be a big man. Tell me, who is he? Is he the mayor of the city? Or someone big from some sect?" Ning asked.
"My father is the head of our Prawn family," the young man said proudly.
Ning shook his head a bit, thinking he had heard something wrong. "Prawn? Your family name is Prawn? What's your full name?"
"My name is Prawn BlueTail, son of Prawn GreenHorn," the young man shouted at Ning to threaten him with his family background.
Ning burst out laughing when he heard the name.
"Wait, wait, wait," he clutched his stomach as he found it hard to stop laughing. "Your family name is Prawn? And your name is Bluetail? And your father is Greenhorn? What the hell are you naming yourself?"
Ning couldn't stop laughing at all and even Saphandra laughed out loud while hiding inside Ning's robes.
"What's so funny?" the young man shouted at Ning, but Ning couldn't stop to speak at all.
In fury, the young man clutched the amulet on his chest and called for help. Within seconds, a divine sense fell on Ning and the young man.
Ning felt his own cultivation base tremble at the presence of the one that was coming. However, he didn't cower. Instead, he could only smile.
A big, buff man in a green robe with a thick mustache and beard landed in front of Ning. Not long after, a few more men landed behind the man and looked at the young man behind him.
"Father, help me!" the young man said as he stood up to run up to his father, but Ning grabbed onto the young man before he could get too far away.
"Greetings," he spoke. "I assume you are all from the Prawn family?"
He had to hold his laughter back while he asked.
"Unhand our young master, you fiend, or we will kill you right there," one of the men said.
"Sure," Ning said. "But you'll have to pay me for it."
Just at that moment, the man at the forefront moved towards Ning with incredible speed. He had a cultivation base that was an entire realm above Ning's own, so his speed was not one Ning could produce with his own cultivation base.
However, he did have his own super speed skill and with that, he moved away from the man before he could grab the young man.
The man stopped where the young man previously was and looked at Ning a little further away, still clutching onto the young man.
"Father!" the young man shouted.
"Aha! So you're Prawn Greenhorn," Ning said. "Let's not get so hasty, now. You don't want to hurt your son, now do you?"
"Who are you? What do you want?" the man asked in a gruff voice.
"Payment," Ning said. "Pay for your son, and if he had anything important, pay for that as well."
"You expect me to pay you for something that is already mine?" the man asked.
"I expect you to pay me for something you care about. Or… at least I hope you care about your son. Otherwise, this might be an awkward moment for little Bluetail to find out."
The man judged the situation carefully. "How much do you want?" the man asked.
Ning thought for a moment as well and consulted with the system to learn about the finances of the Prawn family.
"40 Divine grade Spirit stones. How's that for your son?" Ning asked.
"Do you really think I have such a large amount of money lying around?" the man asked.
"I do actually. You did earn quite a bit of profit by exploiting those poor miners in the Threlfall mines up north. 40 Divine grade is but a fifth of what you made from those mines," Ning said. "But don't worry, I have other things to sell you for the rest of that money."
