The nine-winged mosquito man was now terrified.
He knew that Shachen was definitely not lying.
The strength has reached that point, and he can also see that Shachen's aura and momentum have completely changed.
Compared to last time, he felt that the dust was indeed much more powerful, and not just a little bit more powerful.
Even in his prime, it was no more than this.
The Nine-Winged Mosquito Man felt a mix of emotions, but he quickly adjusted his attitude and said with a smile, "As expected of you, Brother Shachen. This talent is truly unparalleled. Throughout history, there have been many heroes, but none have been as decisive as you."
"With such talent, even those saints would pale in comparison to you."
Shachen listened to the flattery with a smile on his face, but he didn't agree in his heart.
What he wanted was to surpass those saints in terms of strength, not talent.
Throughout history, there have been people with extraordinary talents, like the crucian carp in the Yellow River. The talents they displayed at a certain stage were even greater than those of sand and dust.
but.
Very few people can make it to the end.
Only those who survive and become strong can be truly strong.
Otherwise, he is a genius after all.
Geniuses who die young will not be remembered by people, but true strong people can always shock people throughout the ages.
Shachen will not be destroyed by the sugar-coated bullets of the Nine-winged Mosquito Man. He knows in his heart what he wants.
He just said calmly: "Okay, no need to say anything more, come and heal your wounds, I can treat you, but you have to remember our identities to each other."
He glanced at the Nine-winged Mosquito Man and said, "Let's cooperate. I'll heal your wounds, and you'll bring me cultivation resources. I'll also ask you to do something for me, and you can't refuse."
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. How could a nine-winged mosquito dare to refuse someone when they need help?
He agreed repeatedly.
Shachen said, "Bring the resources here, I'll check them out."
The Nine-winged Mosquito Man was a little hesitant and undecided. He was also worried that if he gave it to Shachen, he would become a pauper. And if Shachen did not heal him, wouldn't that be a great loss?
Seeing this, Shachen said, "With your current state and strength, I can kill you with one hand."
The nine-winged mosquito man no longer had any doubts, and quickly took out the resources and threw over a dozen Qiankun bags.
Shachen took the Qiankun bag, opened it and checked it, with a strange smile on his lips.
There is no problem with these resources, and there are quite a lot of Qiankun bags, all filled up, which seems to be full of sincerity.
but.
More than half of them were filled with third or fourth grade elixirs and herbs, or other equivalent cultivation resources.
These things are useless to Shachen. They are tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.
Even if he used it to refine elixirs on weekdays, he thought it was a waste of time, so he mostly kept it in the warehouse for his followers to use.
Or you can use it directly to fertilize the fields and produce first- and second-grade immortal medicines and magical medicines.
Shachen didn't even bother to take such rubbish, but the Nine-winged Mosquito Man took it out openly.
The others are not that good either. Most of them are second-grade immortal medicines. There are not many first-grade immortal medicines, only a few hundred.
There are also some elixirs that are comparable to first-grade elixirs, but the quantity is not large, so they can only be considered makeshift.
These dozen or so Qiankun bags looked full, and should have been a rich fortune, but they were only enough for Shachen to practice for about two years.
Shachen said with a strange look on his face, "Mosquito man, you are going too far."
The Nine-winged Mosquito Man was startled and asked hurriedly, "Brother, why do you say that?"
Sha Chen chuckled, "With your strength and influence, accumulated over countless years, how could you possibly only have this little?"
"That's all. It's only enough for me to practice for two or three years. Are you going to use it to feed beggars?"
The nine-winged mosquito man's face turned ugly, and he quickly explained: "Brother, you misunderstood me, my elder brother. These are really all my belongings."
"I did have a rich family fortune before, but most of it was used for my own cultivation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the strength I have today. Even if I saved some, I was injured for many years and used it to buy healing pills, so there is not much left."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Shachen frowned.
The nine-winged mosquito man was really poor, which made him speechless.
However, if you cooperate with a medicine jar, you can only accept the reality that he is a pauper, even if this medicine jar is at the peak of quasi-saint.
For countless years, most masters would immediately look for opportunities to refine resources after plundering them. Only when they were transformed into a part of their own power would they be considered their own.
Therefore, these strong men may not be able to come up with enough resources, just like Shachen has obtained countless resources in the past five hundred years, but they were all refined by him.
In other words, he knows how to make choices, resists some temptations, and plants some resources that can be reused repeatedly.
However, the divine power resources in the Liusha River Cave are limited, and the fertility of the innate and acquired soil has been maximized.
The many magical herbs he planted could only mature in a few years or even more than ten years, and after they were harvested once, they would take even longer to mature the next time.
Shachen was guarding a treasure trove but couldn't use it, and he was anxious.
"Alright, even though you're a little poor, I trust you because I know it's not easy for you to practice."
Shachen collected the resources, then called the Nine-winged Mosquito Man over to help him heal his wounds.
The nine-winged mosquito man hesitated and didn't dare to move forward.
Shachen said, "You and I are thousands of feet apart, but I can guarantee that even at this distance, if I want to kill you, you still can't escape. Do you believe it?"
The nine-winged mosquito man looked a little embarrassed. He didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to say it.
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