Elder Qian took a deep breath, turned around and said to Saint Qianling: "After the trip to the Mobei Abyss is over, I will personally protect you. You... enter the Ancient Spirit Road!"

Hearing this, Saint Qian Ling was shocked, looked at Elder Qian in disbelief and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Elder Qian gave a bitter smile and said, "The destiny has changed. I'm afraid that there will be a great world in the future!"

"Great world?" A gleam of brilliance flashed in the ink-like eyes of the Thousand Spirit Saintess. She muttered to herself, turned to look at Yang Zhen, nodded and said, "I'll get ready!"

Elder Qian sighed, and also turned his gaze to Yang Zhen, and said in an extremely strange tone: "There are nine numbers in the sky, and one is hidden. From ancient times to the present, no one knows where this one is. This is the change of the sky. Now that the variable has appeared, what will this world become?"

The rest of the people did not hear what Elder Qian said. They just looked at Han Yan'er in shock, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Without experiencing the baptism of heavenly tribulation, without refining the origin of heaven and earth, he just destroyed the tribulation cloud with a sword, and then landed on the ground... Oh, he also took a look at Yang Zhen, and then broke through to the tribulation period.

Damn it, when did the heavenly calamity become so easy to overcome?

A group of people looked at Yang Zhen with fiery eyes, as if Yang Zhen was by their side when they were undergoing the tribulation. They would not have to go through any pain at all. They only needed to look at Yang Zhen and they would be able to enter the tribulation period unscathed.

Yang Zhen was frightened by the strange looks from the group of people. He glared and said, "Damn it, why are you looking at me? My time is precious. Anyone who wants to transcend the tribulation in the future must make an appointment in advance. One hundred thousand... no, five hundred thousand crystals per time, plus the origin of the tribulation. It's a small business, no credit is allowed. And I can't guarantee whether you can break through the tribulation period!"

A group of monks with burning eyes had their mouths twitching wildly.

"As expected of Bitch Yang, he can make a business out of this kind of thing."

"Damn it, all of you here combined probably don't have as much money as this bastard Yang Zhen, and he actually wants money, and he asked for 500,000 yuan, why don't you just rob him?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was a little unhappy. He stared at the cultivator and said, "I disagree with what this boss said. What do you mean by asking for 500,000 yuan? I will help you overcome the tribulation. Don't you want to make some preparations? Don't you want to bear the risks? What if I fail and I get seriously injured?"

After hearing this, everyone simply shut up and stopped talking.

How many people envied Yang Zhen's ability to recover from injuries? With such a terrifying ability, what's the big deal about getting injured? To put it bluntly, this bastard was blinded by money. Only a fool would take the bait! "This is 500,000 crystal stones!"

A sweet, soft, clear and ethereal voice was heard. Everyone froze and turned to look at the Saint Maiden Qianling in a daze.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Saintess Qianling slowly walked up to Yang Zhen, handed him an exquisite storage ring, and said with a smile: "You can take a look. After this trip to the Mobei Abyss, or even during the trip to the Mobei Abyss, I may have to survive the tribulation. When the time comes, please protect me, Young Master Yang!"

Hearing this, everyone was petrified and looked at the Saint Maiden Qianling with confusion.

Even Elder Qian opened his mouth with a look of confusion. He obviously did not expect that the descendant of the Ancient Spirit Clan, Saint Qian Ling, would actually find an outsider to help her protect her!

Not only that, the Thousand Spirit Saint spent 500,000 crystal stones, which made everyone feel almost suffocated. This painful feeling is called poverty.

Look, see it? She is worthy of being the saint of the ancient spirit tribe. She actually carries 500,000 crystals with her.

People get angry when they compare themselves to others! But no one dared to get angry. What a joke. They would rather get angry at the bastard Yang than get angry at the Saint of the Ancient Spirit Tribe. Not to mention that the Saint of the Thousand Spirits is as ethereal as ink, even if it is the huge mountain of the Ancient Spirit Tribe behind them, and there are several powerful Mahayana masters living on the mountain, no one dared to get angry at the Saint of the Thousand Spirits.

Seeing Yang Zhen taking the storage ring with a smile, Old Qian smiled bitterly and was about to speak when Yang Zhen suddenly returned the 500,000 crystals to Saint Qian Ling.

A group of people were stunned, and some even cursed loudly: "Damn it, I didn't expect that bitch Yang still had some manners. How can she have the nerve to ask for the crystal from the Thousand Spirit Saint? If I can protect the Thousand Spirit Saint, let alone not giving her the crystal, I would even be willing to live ten years less."

"I have decided. In order to protect the Thousand Spirit Saintess, I will remain in seclusion for ten years!"

"What is this brother's level of cultivation?"

"Fugue stage, how is it?"

"Screw the mother, do you look down on me?"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation and blamed Yang Zhen one after another, but at least Yang Zhen returned the crystal to the Saint Maiden Qianling, so it did not arouse public anger.

The Thousand Spirit Saint Lady was stunned. She looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "You... don't want to take my crystal?"

After hearing what the Saint Maiden Qianling said, everyone glared at Yang Zhen, as if to say, "It's a good thing you have some manners."

Yang Zhen ignored everyone's gazes, shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to take it, it's just that there is not enough!"

A little... a little less?

After hearing what Yang Zhen said, everyone present started to curse: "Do you think 500,000 is too little?"

Even the Saintess of Qianling was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Elder Qian came up to Yang Zhen with a gloomy face and said, "Young friend Yang, it's not good to break your promise like this, right?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "My words are as good as gold. My words are as good as nails. Once I say something, even a horse can't pull it back. How can I go back on my word?"

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"Then why do you feel that the 500,000 yuan from the Saint Lady is a little less?" Old Qian looked as if he was saying, "I don't believe you at all."

Yang Zhen was not afraid at all. He glanced at the Saintess Qianling, glared at Elder Qian and said, "My fellow countryman, do you think I am a three-year-old child? The young lady from the ink painting is going through a special calamity, and it is definitely not the first or second special calamity. I don't know if I can withstand it. Don't you think that five hundred thousand is too little for such a dangerous thing?"

When everyone heard that Yang Zhen actually called Mr. Qian "fellow villager", they almost bit their tongues.

When everyone heard Yang Zhen call the Thousand Spirits Saint a young lady who walked out of an ink painting, they were all petrified.

Qian Lao was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

Yang Zhen counted on his fingers and said, "This deal won't be accepted without one million crystal stones!"

"Why don't you go and rob!" Qian Lao's beard was puffed up with anger. He glared at Yang Zhen, as if he was about to slap him if they disagreed.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in horror. Who could have thought that facing a terrifying powerful man in the Mahayana period, Yang Zhen would dare to ask for such an exorbitant price? And most importantly, Yang Zhen actually made Qian Lao so angry that he was blowing his beard.

Old Qian Lao, the good-natured man who always smiles at everyone, was actually so angry at Yang Zhen that he blew his beard, and he didn't even slap him? Yang Zhen muttered, "Do you think this Sao Saint doesn't want to? I just can't beat you, my fellow villager!"

"You..." Mr. Qian laughed in silence, his face full of speechlessness and depression.

Saint Qianling smiled, turned around and looked at Elder Qian. Her eyes were calm, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her face.

Elder Qian was stunned for a moment, and with trembling hands he took out a storage ring from his arms, and with gritted teeth he slapped it into the hand of Saint Qianling.

"I will return it to you!" said the Saint Maiden Qianling, trying hard to suppress her smile.

"Who asked you to return it?" Elder Qian glared at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, if the Saint loses a hair during the next tribulation, I will have to learn from your Great Flawed Sword!"

Yang Zhen slapped his chest loudly, stiffened his neck and said, "My fellow countryman, you can rest assured. I am an experienced driver and I drive as steadily as a dog!"

(End of this chapter)