Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 875 The Priceless Treasure
Ouyang Zichen looked at him smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth and asked, "What don't you need to give too much?"

That man was in a hurry: "Lingshi, didn't you say you want to repay my life-saving grace?! You want to renege on the debt now!"

Ouyang Zichen put on an aggrieved expression: "I didn't, I mean that the kindness of saving my life should be repaid, but I didn't want to repay the debt."

The man looked at him: "But you don't want to give Lingshi! You just want to renege on your debt!"

Ouyang Zichen smiled and said: "Oh, you said this, I can't lie to you, you said it yourself, let me see how much spirit stone I am worth, and give it to me."

That said loudly: "That didn't tell you not to give it."

Ouyang Zichen said: "I thought about it, no matter what I am in the eyes of others, at least in my own heart, I am a priceless treasure."

"Since it is priceless, naturally there is no need to pay for Lingshi, right?"

"I'll just be grateful to you in my heart. Don't talk about Lingshi. Talking about Lingshi hurts feelings."

That: "..."

His little face was tangled up, and he didn't know what to say. Even if he was the only five-element bird in the sky, he was still inferior to Ouyang Zichen in terms of business acumen.

Those monks from the Southern Spiritual Realm outside the bubble space were amazed at the one who came out of nowhere, and they all speculated: These foreign monks are about to come out of another space, right?

Their guess was right, after that man messed around for a while, he casually touched his small hand in front of him, and the faint five-color light flashed from the tip of his hair, Ouyang Zichen felt that he had touched the sea water.

The air is full of the familiar salty smell of sea water, and it feels like seeing the sun again.

The monks in the Southern Spirit Realm breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the few of them actually appearing in front of them, and they were no longer invisible.

Hua Zhenren hurriedly said: "Young Master Ouyang, seniors, what happened before?"

The monks beside him began to ask in a hurry: "Then what happened to the explosion?"

"Why did it explode? Besides you, who else? Where did they all go?"

These monks were a little excited, asking questions one after another.

Ouyang Zichen didn't hide it from them, starting from the fake golden-eyed beast eye, of course, he skipped the fact that the golden-eyed beast's eye that was redeemed by Zhenbao Pavilion was also fake.

Then he talked about [-]% of the fake magic medicine pills in Zhenbao Pavilion, and more than [-]% of the fakes in other shops in Qishan City, how did he follow Qi Zhenjun to this dangerous island in the end.

The monks in the Southern Spirit Realm felt their hearts flutter when they heard it, and they only felt thrilling and exciting, especially when they heard that there were more than [-]% fakes in the entire Qishan City, the expressions of these monks could be described as horror.

It's totally unbelievable, if what Ouyang Zichen said is true, then they can't even guarantee whether the magic medicine in their hands is true or not!
With such serious consequences, of course some people suspect that Ouyang Zichen is talking nonsense.

They questioned: "This is all your one-sided words, how do we know whether it is true or not?"

"You say that these magic medicines are fake, what evidence do you have?"

"Yes, you said Qi Zhenjun participated in the fraud, then I have to ask, Qi Zhenjun is already a true monarch of the Tongxuan Realm, he doesn't practice hard, strives to improve his cultivation level, and wastes time on fraud. Isn’t it worth the loss? No one would do such a useless thing.”

"Where is Qi Zhenjun? Where is Qi Zhenjun, let him come out together and explain the matter clearly."

"Yes, I can't listen to your one-sided words. We will believe whatever you say!"

"Could it be that you killed Qi Zhenjun and pushed everything on him?"

These monks in the Southern Spiritual Realm were obviously agitated, and they didn't know whether it was out of fear or something. In short, they were speaking louder and faster than the other.

Ouyang Zichen didn't bother with these monks from the Southern Spiritual Realm. He didn't even give a superfluous explanation, but said: "Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me."

"You are the monks in the Southern Spirit Realm, and I am not. I am telling you, just for the sake of being human monks, so that you can prepare early."

"As for Qi Zhenjun, he was bombed and sunk along with the island. I don't know whether he is alive or dead, so you don't need to ask me about his whereabouts."

"One more thing, if you are interested in the Treasure Appreciation Conference in the Treasure Pavilion in a few days, you can come and participate. For the sake of everyone waiting on the sea for a few days, I can reveal the inside story to you."

"At that time, you will see the [-]% fake magical medicine pill in Zhenbao Pavilion."

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. If there's nothing else, don't block my way." Ouyang Zichen said something and said something: "Speaking of it, I haven't slept well for so many days. , I decided to go back and take a shower first, and sleep for a day before talking."

These monks from the Southern Spirit World only feel that their heads are full of black lines. What's the matter with this disgusting tone?

Someone reached out to stop him: "You can't just leave like this! You can't leave unless you speak clearly."

Ouyang Zichen wondered: "Do you have bad ears, or do you have a problem with understanding?"

"Ah?" The monk was taken aback.

Ouyang Zichen had already said: "Young Master, I have made it clear enough just now." As he spoke, he flicked the folding fan in his hand, pushing the monk's hand away, and then walked over in a swaggering manner.

Qin Mingyue shook her head, took that man and Bei Liuguang together, and followed Ouyang Zichen to leave here.

The monk waited for Ouyang Zichen to go out for a while before reacting. He wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the Patriarch of the Hua family.

The Patriarch of the Hua Family said: "Fellow Daoist, can't you see that Mr. Ouyang is going to leave, and you can't stop him at all?"

The monk was a little dissatisfied and said: "Then let them go like this? The matter has not been clarified yet? More than [-]% of the market is fake, who will believe it?"

"I told fellow Taoists not to stop him together. No matter how powerful he is, with so many of us here, he won't be able to get any benefits."

Hua Zhenren couldn't help but said: "Just like us, no amount of people can stop them."

The Patriarch of the Hua family said: "Whether it is true or not, we will find out in a few days at the Treasure Appreciation Conference in Zhenbao Pavilion."

"If Zhenbao Pavilion really has so many fake magical medicine pills by then, fellow daoists, I think we have to prepare for the worst."

The originally agitated monks in the Southern Spiritual Realm fell silent. If there are fakes everywhere, what should they do?
Even if all the fakes in the store are destroyed, I don't know how many are still in circulation. It can't make the monks in the whole Nanling world use magic weapons, right?

It was such a headache, these monks flew back to Qishan City dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)