“Compensate us for our clan's treasure, pay my brother's medical fees! And pay for my candied hawthorns...”
Man Yu pointed her candied hawthorns at the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and shouted.
Staring at the ten skewers of candied hawthorns thrust right in front of his face, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan felt a massive headache coming on.
“Oh, come on! Man Yu, calm down and don't rush. We can only return your clan's treasure once we find our Ancestor!”
Man Yu glared at him. “Then pay my brother's medical fees first, and the money for my candied hawthorns!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan swept his divine sense over and indeed saw a black-and-blue Man Xiong lying on a massive stone bed, groaning in pain!
Oh my goodness! This was too brutal!
Did their Ancestor have some personal grudge against this big guy?
To beat him up like this?
And what was wrong with Man Xiong? If their Ancestor was beating him up, couldn't he have just run away?
He looked at the way Man Yu was staring at him.
Her posture made it clear that she would start a fight at the slightest disagreement!
Forget it. He would just pay a little to appease her for now!
With that, he pulled a bottle of recovery pills from the storage bag at his waist, put one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones into another storage bag, and handed them to Man Yu.
“Old Man Han, are you treating me like a beggar? You're only giving me this much?”
Man Yu took the items and bellowed, looking down at the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan.
“Fellow Daoist Man, this is already quite a lot. Three recovery pills and one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones...”
Man Yu glared. “Three recovery pills? Is that even enough to fit between my brother's teeth? One hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones—how do you even have the face to offer that...”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan was instantly speechless. Recovery pills weren't meant to be eaten like regular food!
“Unless you give me one hundred top-grade recovery pills and ten million mid-grade spirit stones, don't even think about leaving!”
As Man Yu spoke, she casually pulled out a massive battleaxe with her other hand!
“Why don't you just rob me?!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan's eyes widened in disbelief.
“How could a kind person like me rob anyone? But don't take advantage of my kindness to bully me either!” Man Yu mumbled as she slid a whole skewer of candied hawthorns into her mouth.
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan stared at Man Yu, completely speechless.
You call demanding an exorbitant price like this 'kindness'?
In the end, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan spent a long time haggling with Man Yu.
It was only after he handed over ten top-grade recovery pills and three million mid-grade spirit stones that the matter was finally settled!
Man Yu put away the spirit stones and pills with satisfaction.
“Oh, right. Make sure to return our Ancient Barbarian Clan's clan-stabilizing treasure, the Immortal-Shooting Bow, as soon as possible!”
“I know, I know...”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan muttered in response and hurriedly left the place.
He now felt like a man covered in so many lice that he no longer felt the itch, or a debtor with so many debts that he no longer worried!
Still, he felt that Man Yu was at least easier to talk to than Abbot Zhiyuan, as she didn't press him too hard.
Afterward, he quickly left the Ancient Barbarian Clan's encampment to search for his Ancestor!
He was truly terrified that their Ancestor would cause even more trouble!
...
After leaving the Ancient Buddha Sect, Lu Ming went straight to the place he had agreed to meet Big Yellow and the others. He took off his cloak of invisibility and waited for Big Yellow and Wang Defa!
However, after a short while, instead of Big Yellow and Wang Defa, a strange person arrived!
“You damned mortal, I've finally found you!”
Ye Fan glared furiously at Lu Ming. This time, he was at the peak Half-Immortal stage.
The other party was just a Unity-stage cultivator, and his own cultivation level was vastly superior.
He wanted to see how this guy would turn the tables on him this time!
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Lu Ming knit his brows. This phrase sounded somewhat familiar.
Why?
Why did some people always call him a "damned mortal" when they wanted to kill him?
Or was this some kind of trigger phrase for wanting to kill him?
At the same time, Lu Ming was also a bit puzzled. He recognized this person.
It was the same guy who had coughed up blood and been sent flying backward when Sun Wukong broke the array.
Could it be that this guy had also wanted to steal the Vajra Bodhi Fruits, but because Lu Ming had taken them all, he had chased him down?
“Do you want a Vajra Bodhi Fruit too?” Lu Ming asked with a frown.
If the other party also wanted a Vajra Bodhi Fruit, he could just give him one!
After all, a Half-Immortal was not easy to fight.
At the same time, he was extremely bewildered. Had he poked a nest of Half-Immortals lately?
He had run into three Half-Immortals in a row, and all of them wanted to rob him!
“Hmph... I only want your life!” Ye Fan sneered.
Besides, once he killed Lu Ming, the Vajra Bodhi Fruits would still be his!
With that, Ye Fan raised his hand, preparing to strike!
“Wait!!” Lu Ming shouted hastily.
“What, do you want to write a final testament?” Ye Fan asked mockingly.
“No! I just want to ask you, why do you want to kill me?” Lu Ming asked out of curiosity.
To be honest, he was truly curious. Where on earth had he offended this guy?
It couldn't possibly be just because he had the face of a protagonist, right?
“You fucking deserve to die!”
Ye Fan glared death stares at Lu Ming, his eyes filled with resentment.
The murderous intent surging in the depths of his eyes had almost materialized, threatening to consume Lu Ming.
Boom!
The moment Ye Fan finished speaking, Lu Ming had already thrown out a handful of attack talismans.
Immediately after, the teleportation array flashed with light, and he was about to be teleported away!
Holy crap! It really was because he was the protagonist!
This guy was just a brainless villain who probably just found him eyesore and wanted to kill him.
But wasn't the hatred in his eyes a bit too extreme?
Was it really necessary?
Boom!
Before he could think further, the spatial force pulled at his body, and he was on the verge of being teleported away.
In the next instant, a violent offensive force slammed down, tearing the teleportation barrier to shreds!
His peak Half-Immortal cultivation level pressed down with crushing force as Ye Fan brutally shattered the teleportation channel with a single palm strike.
Amidst the dispersing spatial turbulence, the force of the palm strike slammed heavily against Lu Ming's back.
“Pfft...”
Lu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. A splitting, excruciating pain from fractured bones and torn muscles spread throughout his entire body as he crashed heavily onto the ground.
Lu Ming grimaced. That fucking hurts!
If not for his body refining technique and the three protective magical artifacts he was wearing, this single strike would have ended him!
In the void, as she watched the injured Lu Ming below, Huo Furong tightened her grip on her alchemy furnace! Her eyes brimmed with murderous intent...
But remembering the Grand Elder's words, she still held herself back!
“Trying to run? No one can save you today! Not even the heavens above!”
Ye Fan pressed forward step by step. No matter what, he was going to kill Lu Ming this time!
Lu Ming gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain throughout his body, throwing out stack after stack of attack talismans.
Boom! Boom!
Deafening explosions rang out continuously, sending shockwaves soaring into the sky.
While throwing the attack talismans, Lu Ming also activated his protective magical artifacts one by one.
These were the methods he had accumulated for dealing with Half-Immortal powerhouses when the burly Half-Immortal had robbed him before.
However, the disparity in their realms was simply too vast.
With a casual wave of his hand, Ye Fan could easily crush all of Lu Ming's offenses, and Lu Ming's injuries grew increasingly severe.
“Pfft...”
Seeing Lu Ming spit out another mouthful of blood, his aura completely withered, Huo Furong's face in the void contorted with rage as she gritted her teeth and cursed:
“Fuck it, I don't care anymore!”
By the side of the Heavenly Dao, the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect had been closely watching Lu Ming below.
Seeing Huo Furong's reaction, he secretly thought that things were turning bad.
He glanced up at the sleeping Heavenly Dao. Just as he was about to take a risk and send a sound transmission to stop Huo Furong, he saw the space beside her suddenly ripple.
The Grand Elder's figure stepped out from within!
“Second Elder, you mustn't!”
The Grand Elder looked at Huo Furong and hastily spoke up to stop her.
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