You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 149 The Thoughts of the Saints

Zhongzhou, the holy land of flowers.

"Crack!"

The Holy Lord of Flowers threw the cup in his hand hard to the ground, and the fragments splashed all over the ground.

Her face was full of anger, and her eyes were flashing with anger: "Wuji, you are going too far!!!"

Seeing this, Wang Shu quickly picked up a new cup, quickly made a cup of sugar water, and presented it respectfully.

She said softly, "Master, please calm down. Now that my Hundred Flowers Holy Land has Salt and Sugar as its foundation, it is only a matter of time before it surpasses his Wuji Holy Land. Why should we confront him head-on now?"

Wang Shu paused and continued to persuade: "Now we just need to be patient for the time being and wait for the right time. When my Baihua Holy Land becomes the leader of the six holy lands, the Wuji Holy Land will be nothing more than a plaything in our hands!"

The Saint Lord of Flowers' eyes were wandering, as if he was lost in deep thought.

She stared at the cup of water that was handed to her. After a while, she reached out to take the cup, tilted her head back and drank it all.

After drinking it, she smacked her lips with satisfaction and exclaimed: "Yes, this sugar water is really sweet and delicious..."

Then, she gently played with the cup in her hand, sighed, and murmured softly,

"Wuji Holy Land occupies two spiritual stone veins, while the other five holy lands only have one. However, the other four holy lands sell spiritual medicines, spiritual treasures, and tamed magical beasts. Even those bald donkeys can build temples everywhere to make money. Only my Baihua Holy Land has nothing!"

There was reluctance and anger in the tone of the Holy Lord of Flowers.

She knew very well that although the Baihua Holy Land where she was was one of the six holy lands, its resources were far inferior to those of the other holy lands.

This made her feel extremely depressed and helpless.

"As the last of the six holy places, I have no choice but to give in again and again. But now that you have Yantang, you still want to bully me!"

The more the Hundred Flowers Saint spoke, the angrier she became, and her face became darker. She clenched her fists tightly, making a series of "crackling" sounds, as if she wanted to release the anger in her heart through her fists.

At this time, the Holy Lord of Flowers turned his gaze to Wang Shu, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

She gently patted Wang Shu's shoulder and consoled him, "It is a blessing for our Hundred Flowers Holy Land to have you. Don't worry, Shu'er. When our Hundred Flowers Holy Land reaches the top, I will personally take back Liu Yuntian's life for you!"

Hearing this, Wang Shu's face immediately showed gratitude.

She lowered her head, her eyes rolling around.

Then, she suddenly knelt on the ground with a thump, her eyes moistened, and she said excitedly: "Thank you for your understanding, Master. I am willing to go through fire and water for the Holy Land, and I will do anything for you!"

Seeing Wang Shu perform such a great ceremony, the Hundred Flowers Saint Lord stepped forward and helped him up: "You are now the seed of a saint, and you will be the saint of our Hundred Flowers Valley in the future. Your status is equal to mine and the elders. You don't need to perform ceremony to anyone, including me."

After saying this, she looked up and down at her favorite disciple, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

But suddenly, the Hundred Flowers Saint Lord seemed to remember something, and a look of concern appeared on his face. He asked, "By the way, how is that child Nalan? The gray ball exploded at her feet. How is she doing now?"

Wang Shu heard this and replied respectfully, "Master, Senior Sister's injuries have improved a lot. At that time, the Holy Land of Spiritual Medicine took out a lot of precious natural treasures and refined them into elixirs for Senior Sister to take. Now the scars on Senior Sister's body have faded, and even her skin has become smooth and tender, even whiter than before."

Hearing this, the Holy Lord of Flowers nodded slightly, expressing his relief.

However, she was still thinking about what had just happened, and couldn't help but mutter to herself: "What kind of treasure is that gray ball? It actually has such a powerful power... I have to find time to go to the holy land of weapon refining in person to see if I can buy some such magic weapons."

Then, she turned to look at Wang Shu and continued, "The power generated by the fusion of Yang Fire and Yin Thunder is truly astonishing. If this kind of magic weapon can be mass-produced, it will probably attract the covetousness of those second- and third-rate sects. By then, the world will surely be in chaos..."

Wang Shu scratched his head in confusion after hearing what the Hundred Flowers Saint said. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, our Hundred Flowers Saint Land is so powerful and has many masters at the Refining Void Transformation Realm. Why do we still need such magic weapons? With our strength, we don't need to rely on these external objects, right?"

"Besides, how can Yang Fire and Yin Thunder be weeds on the roadside? The finished products must be scarce. Why should my holy land spend so much money to buy them?"

The Lord of Flowers smiled and tapped Wang Shu's forehead, "You, kid, still don't understand the situation on the Qiyang Continent..."

"Of course, my holy land and first-class sect don't need this kind of thing, but those people who help us grab resources need it very much!"

"We in the Holy Land cannot act rashly, but the people below need to... fight to the death!"

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Zhongzhou, the holy land of spiritual medicine.

Chen Yang and Fei Yu were sitting in a pavilion with a jar of sugar on it. Disciples serving them kept adding sugar to their water cups.

Feiyu picked up the water cup carelessly, stretched out his index finger to stir it, then put it into his mouth and sipped it hard.

Then he drank it all in one gulp, "This sugar water is really delicious! I can never get enough of it!"

Chen Yang threw away the folding fan in his hand, fanned his face with it, glared at the other person with disdain, and then took a sip from the water cup, "Look at what you've become?"

"Are you worthy enough to be the master of the holy land?"

Feiyu put the cup down nonchalantly and waved to the disciple next to him.

The disciple immediately walked over quickly and continued to add sugar.

"I call this thriftiness! White sugar is so expensive! How many spirit deer do those little bastards under me need to raise to withstand me drinking this much?"

Chen Yang retorted angrily, "So you come to my place to drink sugar water?"

Feiyu scratched his head innocently, "Don't be so rude, we grew up together! Have you forgotten that I saved you when you were little..."

"Alright, alright! Do you want to talk about this trivial matter for the rest of your life?"

Chen Yang interrupted the other person unhappily, then picked up the cup, looked at the ripples of the sugar water in the cup, and said in a deep voice, "This salt and sugar will be cheaper in the future, you can drink as much as you want."

Fei Yu was silent after hearing this, and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you think Bai Ri...Wu Ji really wanted to kill that little guy?"

Chen Yang did not reply immediately, but covered his face with the fan, "He was reluctant... He just wanted to scare Ruyi. If the kid surnamed Liu died, my Spiritual Medicine Holy Land, your Beast Taming Holy Land, and the Weapon Refining Holy Land would all suffer huge losses, and the profits from the salt and sugar would also be gone..."

As he spoke, Chen Yang revealed a clever eye, looked at Fei Yu and continued, "Losing is always more difficult to accept than 'never having'. If that kid really dies... I'm afraid these omissions can only be made up by Wuji and Ruyi... Do you think they are willing?"