Shen Zhaozhao moved as fast as a monkey on Mount Emei, shoving the bag of melon seeds into Pei Lang's arms, then eagerly stretching her hands out in front of him: "Thank you for coming, two hundred low-grade spirit stones, thank you for your patronage~"
Pei Lang's lips twitched violently, and he almost spat out the words, "Didn't you just shout 'twenty'?!"
When has the Little Tyrant of the Crimson Cloud Sect ever suffered such a blatant loss?
But when Pei Lang caught a glimpse of Gu Xuanchen's face, which was even blacker than the bottom of a pot, out of the corner of his eye, he instantly forgot all his annoyance at being ripped off.
joke!
To lose face in front of one's arch-enemy?
Absolutely not!
Pei Lang raised an eyebrow, with an arrogant attitude of "I have too much money to burn," and directly grabbed two spirit stones from his flashy red and gold-threaded storage bag.
As soon as the spirit stone appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to become slightly denser.
They are crystal clear and white, with what appears to be flowing clouds and mist inside. The pure spiritual energy they emit is far superior to that of low-grade spirit stones, which are just dull gray stones. They are high-grade spirit stones!
In Lingzhou, the quality of these spirit stones varies greatly.
The purity and total amount of spiritual energy contained in one high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to that of 500 low-grade spirit stones.
The more precious the magical artifacts, elixirs, and talismans, the more these high-grade hard currencies are needed for transaction settlement.
Like Shen Zhaozhao, who worked herself to the bone to complete tasks and tricked her fellow disciples, the little bit of wealth she had accumulated was mostly low-grade spirit stones and high-grade spirit stones.
Don't even think about it.
At that moment, the two high-grade spirit stones that exuded an air of "Daddy is expensive" were casually slapped onto Shen Zhaozhao's outstretched palm by Pei Lang.
Shen Zhaozhao felt her knees suddenly buckle, and a huge dizzying feeling called "sudden wealth" rushed to her head, almost making her prostrate herself before her sugar daddy on the spot.
"Senior Brother Pei!"
Shen Zhaozhao's voice instantly turned into a happy sob. She swiftly stuffed the spirit stone into her bosom, and the next second, she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with a fanatical "you can hold it" attitude as she looked at Pei Lang. Without hesitation, she stretched out her finger and pointed directly at Gu Xuanchen, who was about to explode with anger next to her.
"Yo, Immortal Bone Bro."
The name Shen Zhaozhao was crisp and bright, instantly drowning out all the whispers in the square, and even making Gu Xuanchen's face turn cold, his eyes unconsciously dimming a little.
What is she trying to do?
Would she dare to reveal that she wanted his immortal bones?
No.
Won't.
Shen Zhaozhao would never allow him to even frown or suffer any hardship.
Shen Zhaozhao rolled her eyes at her: "What are you glaring at me for? What, you think your 'deep affection' of ruthlessly harming your former fellow disciple and digging out my immortal bones to help your junior sister rebuild her spiritual root is shameful now?"
boom!
These words immediately caused an uproar among the audience.
"Digging...digging up the immortal bones of a fellow disciple?"
"Isn't this the kind of thing only heretical cultivators would do?!"
"Hiss... No wonder! No wonder Yun Wan'er's cultivation is stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining. It turns out she wanted to use someone else's immortal bones to rebuild her spiritual root!"
"What's the point of Master Lingxiao writing a letter? Is his handwritten letter just to support such a heinous act?!"
Below the stage, countless shocked and disdainful gazes, like tangible arrows, shot towards Gu Xuanchen and Yun Wan'er on the high platform.
Yun Wan'er's carefully painted face instantly lost all color, her lips trembled, and her body swayed precariously. But this time, there was no sympathy from the audience, only overwhelming scorn and condemnation.
"You despicable woman, you cultivate by digging up the bones of your fellow disciples! And you're complaining?!"
"Tianyan Sect, is this how you teach your disciples?!"
"What kind of leader of the righteous path is Master Lingxiao! He is clearly a heretic and evil!"
The harsh comments and insults were like poison needles, piercing Yun Wan'er's ears. Gu Xuanchen's face was beyond gloomy. He stared intently at Shen Zhaozhao and Pei Lang. His once captivating eyes were now filled with surging killing intent.
She... she actually...
good!
Very good!
Shen Zhaozhao, this is your own choice. From now on, don't expect me to give you the slightest bit of respect!
"Clang!"
A clear and piercing sword cry suddenly tore through the air as Gu Xuanchen's natal sword was unsheathed. The blade shimmered with a chilling light, and terrifying sword energy, like a tangible storm, erupted from him.
The overwhelming pressure of a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation level poured down without reservation, instantly silencing the entire plaza: "In the cultivation world, the strong are respected. How dare you ants like you presume to speak ill of my master's actions?"
His icy gaze swept across the audience, filled with an arrogant and cruel disdain for the world: "Wait until your cultivation is as high as one of my master's fingers before you dare to criticize him."
The implication was clear: if you dare to say another word, you'll be crippled on the spot.
That chilling killing intent hung over everyone's head like a tangible blade!
Seeing this, Shen Zhaozhao remained calm. She nudged Pei Lang beside her with her elbow and said, "What are you standing there for? Quick, send a teleportation talisman and call for help."
"Quickly bring out your Discipline Elder. He can't just watch his own disciple get bitten to death in the street by the wild dogs of the Tianyan Sect, can he?"
Shen Zhaozhao remained calm and composed. She remembered that in the book, the person from the Crimson Cloud Sect who came to support the disciples this time was a Nascent Soul stage Discipline Elder.
Pei Lang dared to so recklessly spew insults at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage. Without a doubt, his master must be hiding somewhere to support him. Otherwise, how could this silly boy be so brave?
He's not stupid.
Pei Lang stumbled from her touch, his arrogant smugness instantly freezing. Under Gu Xuanchen's almost tangible killing intent, a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his expression became extremely complex: "Ahem... um..."
“I… our Discipline Elder… he… drank too much yesterday… Drunken Cloud Peak…”
Shen Zhaozhao: "?"
Pei Lang's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a sense of utter despair, as if things were about to go wrong: "You know, the Drunken Cloud Peak in Yunqi City only comes out of its cellar once every fifty years... My elder... was in a moment of joy... and... drank a little too much..."
A crack of expectation slowly appeared on Shen Zhaozhao's face: "...Hungry?!"
Pei Lang nodded guiltily, "Um... right now... he's probably still snoring..."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
So you don't have any adults in your family?!
no!
How dare you provoke him like that when there are no adults in your family?!
Are you stupid?!
Pei Lang felt a chill run down his spine from her glare. Facing Gu Xuanchen's increasingly intense murderous aura, he shrank back dejectedly and muttered softly, "I...I didn't expect him to actually dare to make a move...The elders are always here..."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
She really wanted to strangle this jerk!
That's it, this time we'll probably have to resort to her last resort—
However, before Shen Zhaozhao could unleash the mosquitoes that Xiao Jingrui had "painstakingly raised" to gang up on Gu Xuanchen, a figure landed extremely lightly in front of her and Pei Lang.
The newcomer did not deliberately release any pressure, and his movements were as natural as flowing water. However, the moment he landed, Gu Xuanchen's overwhelming and terrifying killing intent seemed to hit an invisible barrier, and most of its sharpness was silently dissipated.
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