Chapter 95: Made Money Again


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    “Damn it all, did you really think I was so easy to bully? Without being fully prepared, would I casually meddle in a marriage proposal? Do you take me for a reckless fool?”


    The Six-Star Array exploded abruptly, and clouds of fog rose, enveloping everyone and causing them to lose their bearings.


    The schrly-looking man turned to run, ducking away from Yang Zhen’s fist and shouting: “Yang Zhen, you shameless bastard! You used the Six-Star Disk here, what a waste of a good thing, you…are you a devil?”


    The Thunderbolt Sword appeared in Yang Zhen’s hand, roared like a thunderous dragon, and with a boom, sent the schrly-looking man crashing down from mid-air.


    ”1’11 use the Six-Star Disk I picked up by my own skill wherever I damn well please. It’s none of your business. Isn’t it shameless of you to have more than a dozen people chasing after me to kill me?”


    “You!” The schrly-looking man paled, vexed to the point of spitting out blood. His hands suddenly pressed onto the ground.


    Boom!


    With a ground-shaking boom, the ground beneath Yang Zhen erupted. Amidst the tumbling waves of energy, sand and stone flew everywhere; it was a horrifying scene.


    “You want to kill me? Then you can go to hell too!”


    A hint of insane hysteria shed across the schrly-looking man’s face as he took deep breaths, staring fixedly at the ce where dirt and debris were flying.


    “Go to hell!”


    The schrly-looking man spat out, shaky but determined, as he got up.


    Yang Zhen’s voice suddenly rang out from behind him, saying, “Why would I kill you when I have no grudge against you? I never intended to kill you.”


    Thud!


    The schrly-looking man’s world spun as a dull sound came from the back of his head, he turned around and saw the huge rock in Yang Zhen’s hands, his face showing disbelief and anger. “You…shameless!”


    Thump!


    The schrly-looking many on the ground, not dead but unconscious, it would take some time for him to wake up.


    The remaining dozen or so practitioners at the Golden Core Stage were wailing, rushing in all directions. When they reached the edge of the array, they were charred by thunderbolts, and some even mistakenly hurt their own men.


    “Yang Zhen,e out here, you coward! ying dirty with the array, you’re shameless! If you have the guts,e out and fight me fair and square!” A thunder dragon as thick as a bowl mouth responded to the taunts in the array. With a loud thud, it left him frothing at the mouth, lying on the ground, questioning his life.


    The dozen or so Golden Core Stage practitioners were all defeated by Yang Zhen one by one, all bundled up, thrown into the center of the array.


    When the schrly-looking man woke up, his body trembled. He opened his eyes and saw a huge belly covered in hair right in front of him. He let out a scream, backed away, and knocked over a bunch of people.


    “Yang… Yang Zhen, you bastard, you devil, what do you want to do?” The schrly-looking man was truly scared; his body was covered with goosebumps, a dozen people were all tied up by Yang Zhen.


    Yang Zhen was squatting not far away, tinkering with a bottle of what appeared to be some discreditable powder.


    “Oh, you woke up, huh? You guys think it was a waste for me to use a Six-Star Disk in such a deste ce, right?”


    The corners of everyone’s mouth twitched as they red tightly at Yang Zhen.


    For God’s sake, it wasn’t just a waste. It was the epitome of wastefulness. Selling a Six-Star Disk could get five years’ worth of resources for cultivation, who wouldn’t want to live a life on the run?


    Yang Zhen not only used the Six-Star Disk in such a God-forsaken ce but also spent heaven knows how many precious resources on carving many unstable mini disks that he hung all over himself…


    This was simply insanity.


    A group of people almost broke down in tears. Had they known Yang Zhen was so dreadful, they would have never gone after him.


    Now, they had been seized by Yang Zhen, even stripped of their clothes, and left in the open wilderness. What the hell was happening?


    Everyone red at Yang Zhen without saying a word. Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, staring at everyone with predatory eyes, “Not talking, huh? Won’t it be fun to see what happens when I sprinkle this powder over your heads?” At these words, everyone instinctively shivered, looking at Yang Zhen with pale, horrified faces.


    “Waste or not?” Yang Zhen waved the little bottle in his hand.


    “Not a waste, not a waste!” Everyone hastily responded, their eyes locked on the bottle in Yang Zhen’s hand, as if terrified that Yang Zhen might throw it at them if he lost his temper.


    “Hmm?” Yang Zhen was taken aback. “Not telling the truth, are you?”


    “Such a waste! Such a waste!” the crowd hastily retorted.


    Yang Zhen gathered up the vial and crouched down in front of the schrly-looking man, saying with a heartfelt remorse, “Since it’s a waste, I have to take something back from you, right? Do you guys have anything valuable on you?”


    The corner of the schr’s eye twitched.


    Didn’t you have some idea if there were any valuables, having gone through their clothes, could there be any good items left?


    The schr had the impulse to roll his eyes, but he didn’t dare. In front of these men, if Yang Zhen had made him ingest the medicinal powder, his image for the rest of his life would be destroyed. It would be worse than death.


    Yang Zhen patted the schr on the face, saying, “Don’t look so nervous, your face is all rainbow-colored. This way, if you have any cultivation methods or martial skills, let me know and I can let you live. How does that sound?”


    The schr furrowed his brows, obviously resisting the idea.


    “Is this not a good idea?” Yang Zhen mumbled to himself.


    Gratitude and relief welled up in the schr. The martial techniques were their master’s legacy — how could they reveal them so easily?


    “Right, this isn’t a very good idea. Once you reveal your martial and cultivation techniques, your martial arts school might punish you. My suggestion seems to have made it difficult for you all.”


    The schr and others were all too eager to nod in agreement. To them, not having to reveal their techniques was a secret blessing. No one expected Yang Zhen to be so empathetic.


    Yang Zhen looked at the nodding crowd and said, “I really dislike forcing people into a corner. In this case, let’s stick with a voluntary principle. Whoever wants to speak can speak. And thest two, who do not volunteer, will only need to take my powder. How about that?”


    The crowd:


    “I’m giving you a count of ten to think about it!” Yang Zhen held up his fingers: “One, two, ten. Time’s up!”


    Oh my God!


    The schr’s face turned pale and he anxiously said, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”


    “Schr, you’re not being fair!”


    “I’ll talk too…”


    “Me, pick me, I know alchemy. I have a note from an Alchemist Refining


    Grandmaster, which I have memorized.”


    “I have a Heaven-level martial skill, pick me…”


    The crowd scrambled to speak first, afraid of being fed the powder by Yang Zhen if they spoke toote. Everyone knew Yang Zhen was capable of such shameless actions.


    Half an hourter, Yang Zhen left the scene satisfied.


    “Yang Zhen, you didn’t keep your word, let us go… —” the schr started to cry out but was silenced by the crowd behind him. They watched Yang Zhen walk away with horror.


    Yang Zhen paused, startled, “Oh, you didn’t talk, I almost forgot!”


    Saying this, Yang Zhen tossed something. A small vial, under the horrified gaze of a dozen Golden Core Stage Practitioners, traced a beautiful arc andnded right above the crowd.


    The people looked up in shock with wide-eyed fear.


    Smash!


    The vial shattered, and a burst of pink powder was sprinkled onto the crowd. Soon after, strange noises could be hearding from within the six-star formation.


    “Yang Zhen! You demon!”


    On a mountaintop not far from the valley, two shabby-looking old men watched the whole process open-mouthed. A bald-headed old man said angrily, “This is outrageous! What a shameless child!”


    The curly-haired elder beside him said, “You old fogy, at your age, you haven’t seen everything. This kind of thing, where you try to steal a treasure and end up being robbed, happens frequently. I think this youngster is interesting.” The bald-headed old man nced at the curly-haired old man and said, “What else do you find interesting, other than alchemy?”


    The curly-haired old man made a ‘Huh’ sound and said, “Quick, quick, quick! Follow him. This youngster has something good on him..”