"Don't try to take it from me!" Under a medicinal tree, Chen Tiansheng slowly turned around, looked at them, and said.
"We won't rob!"
“It’s slow for you to pick them all by yourself, Fellow Daoist. How about we help you pick them?” Qingyue walked up and said with a smile.
"No need!" Chen Tiansheng waved his hand and started to get busy.
Qingyue turned around and waved to the saintesses in the distance.
They understood and quickly walked over.
Standing under the fruit trees.
"Clatter clatter clatter!!!" The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer.
"You came to beg me?" Chen Tiansheng frowned, turned around, and asked Qingyue.
"We are being hunted down by remnants of the enemy. We beg you, fellow Daoist, to help us through this crisis!" Qingyue said through gritted teeth.
"Alright."
"However, I won't do it for free!"
“I need payment,” Chen Tiansheng said.
“Okay!” Qingyue took out a spiritual herb with seven leaves and lotus-shaped flowers from her storage ring and handed it over.
"This is a spiritual herb with five hundred years of history."
“As payment,” she said.
Chen Tiansheng took it and examined it for a while. It was the Seven-Leaf Lotus, a spiritual herb that had disappeared from the mortal realm, as described in the Herbal Classic given to him by his master.
I then examined the growth rings on the cross-section of the rhizome, and it was indeed 500 years old.
"I can only save you!" he said, putting the bag away.
"We also have spiritual herbs, please lend us your help, fellow Daoist!" Upon hearing this, the others became anxious and took out spiritual herbs from their storage rings, saying.
"It must be five hundred years or more!"
"Don't take the younger ones," Chen Tiansheng said, waving his hand as he glanced around.
Although these are all rare spiritual herbs, their aura is faint, and even without looking at the growth rings, one can guess that they are relatively young.
The saintesses' expressions changed slightly as they looked at Qingyue, their eyes filled with a hint of complaint.
If she hadn't offered him a five-hundred-year-old spiritual herb, why would he have raised the bar?
Despite the complaints, at this critical juncture, they had no choice but to reluctantly bring out the older medicinal herbs.
"We also have older spiritual herbs!!" They flipped their wrists, and more spiritual herbs appeared in their hands.
It is rich in spiritual energy, which is refreshing and invigorating.
Chen Tiansheng examined it for a while and nodded.
I took it from them and put it away.
"These are Yin-Yang Two Qi Fruits, six hundred years old!" Jing Tian reluctantly took out two spiritual fruits, one black and one white, and handed them over.
"Okay," Chen Tiansheng said with a smile.
"This is phoenix tail grass, an essential item for fire-attribute cultivators!"
"Nine hundred years old, take it!" Mingyue gritted her teeth, took out a crimson spirit herb shaped like a phoenix tail, and handed it over.
"Very good." Chen Tiansheng took it, examined it for a while, and then put it away.
"Transaction complete!"
"Leave that trash to me!" Chen Tiansheng glanced at the distance and said calmly.
"Yes." The saints and goddesses relaxed, feeling reassured.
Soon after, the remnants of the army arrived.
He reined in his horse and glanced over in their direction.
Upon seeing the holy maidens, he immediately burst into wild laughter.
"They're all there!!"
Arrest them all!
"Rape them first, then kill them!!" roared the burly man in black armor.
"Yes!" All the remaining soldiers' eyes lit up and their mouths watered.
Like a wolf eyeing its prey.
"They're mine now!"
"I'm under your protection!"
"Who dares to act presumptuously!" A cold laugh rang out, and a person slowly stepped forward.
The burly man in black armor felt a chill run down his spine and looked over.
They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the person who came out was a member of the Mao ethnic group.
"I thought it was one of the elders from the Holy Temple who had arrived!"
"So he's a member of the Mao ethnic group!"
"What a damn false alarm!" He then sneered.
"A bunch of weaklings!"
"Where does this confidence come from!"
"How dare you utter such arrogant words!"
"Protect these scumbags!"
"They're really courting death!"
Chen Tiansheng shook his head, too lazy to explain, and said...
"The Mao people are a bit weak!"
"But they can't be weak forever!"
"Perhaps a strong person will emerge from this!"
"Underestimating the opponent!"
"They will pay a heavy price!"
"I have made myself clear!"
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
"Otherwise, this will be your burial ground!"
"hehe!"
"Even on the verge of death, you still have the audacity to boast!"
"A weak and pathetic ethnic group like the Mao!"
"They can't escape the ranks of the strong!"
"Brothers, kill him!" the black-armored giant shouted, swinging his iron rod.
"Why do we all need to attack to kill just one Mao tribesman!"
“One of me is enough!” a soldier said with a sneer as he jumped off his horse.
"Then it's up to you!" The burly man in black armor nodded.
"After killing him, we can choose a saintess to be the first to try!"
"Thank you, Brother Hei!" The soldier was overjoyed and walked towards Chen Tiansheng, carrying a chain hammer.
"The Mao people!"
"Why did you come all the way south instead of staying in the north?"
"Could it also be for the sake of the spirit garden?!"
"Such a thin body."
"Any tribe in Tiannan could be blown away in one breath!"
"Trying to covet the Spirit Garden? What a ridiculous joke!" he said with a sneer.
"I have come here."
"What do you want to do!"
"You have no right to interfere!"
"Furthermore, you are not qualified to fight me!" Chen Tiansheng said calmly.
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