Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Before long, seven or eight Nascent Soul elders from the Huayi Sect gathered at the warehouse entrance.

Wei Wuyai briefly explained the situation.

The elders' expressions changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to fervor.

Level 8 demon cores and the corpses of transformed demon beasts—these things have become extinct in Tiannan, and each one is priceless.

"Let's pool our money," Wei Wuyai said decisively. "I'll personally pay 500,000 spirit stones, and you can split the rest equally. Take out all the valuable spirit herbs, metal, and pills in the warehouse and give them to Fellow Daoist Lu to take with him."

The elders looked at each other, but none of them dared to object.

Wei Wuyai's authority was undeniable, and the materials from those demonic beasts were indeed worth the price.

Half an hour later, Lu Yan's storage bracelet contained a pile of spiritual herbs, Geng metal, pills, and a large amount of spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist Wei," Lu Yan suddenly remembered something, "I come from Yellow Maple Valley. If there is any trouble in Tiannan in the future, I hope Fellow Daoist Wei will take care of me for the sake of today's transaction."

Wei Wuyai was slightly taken aback, then nodded: "Yellow Maple Valley? I'll remember that. Fellow Daoist Lu, rest assured, with me here, no one in Tiannan will dare to touch Yellow Maple Valley."

Lu Yan cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you. Until we meet again."

A beam of light rose beneath his feet, and he left the Huayi Sect.

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Return to the Chaotic Star Sea.

When Lu Yan found the Golden Flower Ancestor by following the trail, she was already on her deathbed.

Although Lu Yan snatched the Golden Dragon King's golden spear, the dragon clan leader's abilities extended far beyond just one weapon.

The Golden Flower Ancestor was pinned to the ground by a golden chain that pierced her chest. Blood soaked through her crimson-gold robe, and she was already lifeless.

The Golden Flood Dragon King was bending down to retrieve his storage pouch. A huge swarm of demonic beasts surrounded him, densely packed on the sea, on the reefs, and in the air—at least tens of thousands of them.

The leaders were level 7 and 6 demonic beasts, and a few of them in human form stood behind the Golden Flood Dragon King. The lower-level ones were everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Put down my storage bag!"

Lu Yan descended from the sky, appearing directly in front of the Golden Flood Dragon King with a lightning escape technique. The Nine Heavens Heaven-Slaying Hammer, wrapped in crimson-gold lightning, slammed down fiercely.

The Golden Flood Dragon King reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side, but the sweeping hammer wind still forced him back two steps.

Lu Yan reached behind him and snatched the storage bag from the Golden Flower Ancestor's waist.

When divine sense probed inside, the Golden Jade Book and the Dragon Transformation Pearl were both inside, lying peacefully.

The Golden Flood Dragon King recognized the newcomer, and his eyes instantly turned red: "It's you again! Where did you put my spear?"

Lu Yan didn't answer, but instead formed hand seals and activated the Great Brahma Thunder King Technique at full power.

Four lightning avatars surged from the Nine Heavens Hammer and entered the body, unleashing a burst of power five times that of the physical body.

The golden Dharma image behind him, which was over ten feet tall, shattered into countless points of light, which flowed into his body like swallows returning to their nests.

Golden scales covered his entire body, crimson lightning surged, and a phantom with three heads and six arms appeared and disappeared behind him.

Lu Yan stepped forward, his voice ringing with righteous indignation: "How dare you kill Fellow Daoist Jin Hua! He was my brother, my beloved friend and family!"

"If you don't pay me several hundred million spirit stones today, this matter will not end well!"

The Golden Dragon King was stunned.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless humans—some kneeling and begging for mercy, some fighting to the death, some bluffing—but he had never seen anything like this…

She snatched the storage bag right in front of him, then turned around and accused him of killing someone, demanding compensation.

He was so angry he laughed.

"Look at the situation now."

The Golden Flood Dragon King raised his hand and pointed around. On the sea, tens of thousands of demonic beasts swarmed, with the level seven and six leaders growling. Several transformed demonic beasts stood behind him, their eyes coldly fixed on Lu Yan.

Low-level monsters swarmed everywhere, stretching from the sea to the horizon with no end in sight.

"With so many people here, you still expect to live?"

Lu Yan glanced around. Tens of thousands of demonic beasts, a vast and terrifying sight.

But he could see clearly that most of them were low-level monsters below level five, cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

There are only a few who can transform, and not many are at level seven or six. Those who can truly pose a threat to him can be counted on one hand.

"Fellow Daoist, it's best to refrain from making threats," Lu Yan said, putting away his storage bag. "Otherwise, if I'm displeased, I might just wipe out this place."

The several transformed demons behind the Golden Dragon King were furious.

A man covered in blue scales shouted, "Insolence!"

Another old man with an eagle's beak sneered, "A mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator dares to spout such arrogant words before the King?"

The third, burly man said in a deep voice, "I'd like to see how you plan to carry out this bloodbath!"

But no one moved.

Just kidding, although the other party is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, their methods are extremely wicked.

Didn't you see that even the Golden Flood Dragon King suffered losses at his hands? And not just once.

Of course, they only dared to think these words in their hearts, and would never dare to say them aloud.

Lu Yan didn't even look at them. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and two items appeared in his palm.

The myriad-beast snail and the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

He rose from the ground and flew into the air, frantically pouring his spiritual power into the Myriad Beast Conch.

The shell trembled slightly, then devoured his spiritual power like a black hole.

"This thing..." Lu Yan frowned, his spiritual power was instantly drained by more than half.

He bit open the jade bottle and poured in a drop of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk, which replenished his depleted spiritual power.

The Myriad Beasts Conch emitted a strange light, and dense runes appeared on its bluish-white shell, with halos spreading out from the conch's opening.

The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted slightly, and a strong sense of alarm rose in his heart.

He had been tricked by this human more than once, and immediately raised his hand: "Stop him!"

late.

From the moment Lu Yan flew into the air to the moment the Myriad Beast Conch emitted its light, only two breaths had passed.

A deep, resonant sound echoed across the sea. The sound wasn't harsh, but it was extremely penetrating, as if it were drilling directly into one's brain. Even the Golden Flood Dragon King and several transformed demons felt a sense of unease.

At this moment, they suddenly turned around, and the gazes of the low-level demonic beasts behind them changed.

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts, ranging from level three to level seven, from the sea to the air, instantly disrupted their originally orderly formation.

The fierce glint in their eyes turned into confusion, and then from confusion back into another kind of fierce glint.

The target wasn't Lu Yan, but the Golden Flood Dragon King and those several transformed demons.

Lu Yan's lips curled into a smile, he took a deep breath, and his voice boomed across the sea like thunder:

"Fellow demons, follow me into battle! Fight to the very last moment, then commit suicide to return to heaven!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts roared in unison and surged towards the Golden Flood Dragon King and the several transformed demons like a tidal wave.

The sea churned, the sky darkened, and the roars of the beasts were deafening.

The Golden Flood Dragon King's face turned ashen, and the expressions of the several transformed demons beside him also changed. They were not afraid of these low-level demon beasts, but if tens of thousands of them rushed up together, even if they stood still and let you kill them, they would kill until their hands were sore.