Yaochi Holy City

“You!!!”

Chu Xiaobei was furious, her delicate brows furrowed as she angrily retorted, “You’re just a Martial King, how could you possibly kill a Martial Saint? He could sneeze and kill you!!”

“Smack!!”

Su Lang slapped Chu Xiaobei’s bottom, “Shut up, woman!”

“Su Lang!”

“You arrogant pervert, I’ll kill you!”

Chu Xiaobei’s face was flushed crimson as she shrieked, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Because of Martial Saint Wuyang, people were very disgusted by things like ‘forcibly taking women’.

Seeing a beautiful young girl screaming in a man’s arms, people immediately surrounded Su Lang.

“You audacious scoundrel, release that girl at once!”

“Beat the pervert, everyone, come quickly, beat the pervert!”

“I told you to release that girl, did you hear me!?”

“Still not releasing her? Do you think my blade isn’t sharp enough?”

“…”

A group of righteous martial artists surrounded Su Lang, glaring with indignation, ready to act at any moment.

“Uh…”

Chu Xiaobei was stunned. What should she do?

Should she let Su Lang get beaten up? That wouldn’t be good. Although he was an arrogant scoundrel, he was also her savior.

But… no buts…

Chu Xiaobei endured her shame and explained, “Everyone, don’t worry, we’re just playing around, ahahaha…”

“…”

Everyone was speechless, and the atmosphere became very awkward.

An old woman stared at Su Lang angrily, “Girl, are you sure this kid isn’t coercing you?”

“No… he’s not!”

Chu Xiaobei gave an awkward smile.

“Tch—!”

Everyone rolled their eyes and dispersed.

“Tsk tsk…”

Su Lang looked at Chu Xiaobei with a hint of amusement, his unpleasant mood dissipating considerably.

“Hmph!”

Chu Xiaobei snorted coldly, turning her face away, revealing her neck, which was flushed pink with embarrassment.

Su Lang stared at Chu Xiaobei’s rosy neck and fell into contemplation, “The most urgent task is still to improve my strength, otherwise, even with the Devouring Clone, it won’t be safe.

Especially in terms of weapons, I must have a powerful Saint Artifact!

My spiritual realm also needs to be improved to ensure that after devouring the clone, my spiritual power won’t be considered weak among Martial Saints.”

As he thought of this, Su Lang’s unfocused gaze gradually sharpened, and he already had a plan.

He randomly stopped a passerby, who also happened to be a girl, and asked, “Excuse me, where is the largest city nearby, and how do I get there?”

“Are you stupid? The largest city is of course Yaochi Holy City. Just turn left ahead, go straight, then turn right and go straight, and you’ll reach the teleportation array.”

The passerby girl looked at Su Lang as if he were a bumpkin, but still kindly gave him directions.

Su Lang thanked the passerby girl, then carried Chu Xiaobei and boarded the teleportation array heading for Yaochi Holy City.

With a hum from the teleportation array, Su Lang and Chu Xiaobei arrived at Yaochi Holy City.

What an incredibly vast city it was!

It was simply indescribable!

Because it was so large, there were map vendors near the teleportation array.

Su Lang bought one, and according to the annotations on it, he arrived in front of a pill pavilion named Qingmu.

That’s right, he was going to use the ‘snowballing’ method again to earn a massive amount of money.

However, this time it wasn’t for leveling up, but for healing Chu Xiaobei.

Su Lang had already discovered that although the ordinary Saint-grade pills he synthesized were of perfect quality, they were still not very effective for Chu Xiaobei.

He needed more advanced Saint-grade healing pills for the healing effects to become apparent.

And more advanced pills meant needing more and rarer alchemy materials.

Although Su Lang currently had over seven million low-grade spirit jade, it might truly not be enough to treat Chu Xiaobei’s injuries!

Entering the Qingmu Pill Pavilion, a waiter came forward to greet him.

“I need alchemy materials worth seven million low-grade spirit jade, as well as some healing pills.”

Su Lang didn’t beat around the bush and directly stated his request.

As soon as he spoke, the waiter’s face immediately showed astonishment.

The entire fortune of an ordinary Martial God was only a little over one million low-grade spirit jade!

And this person in front of him, holding a beautiful woman—

Oh!!? Holding such a beautiful woman!? He must be a noble young master from some major clan taking his woman out to play.