After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

And the moment he opened his mouth...

No one dared to compete with him anymore.

Someone else had previously coveted the same item and offered a high price to buy it, but was beaten half to death by his guards.

So, some people watched the play, while others looked on with pity.

Yet no one offered a helping hand.

I just felt sorry for the old monk, and I also regretted that his daughter was doomed to die.

Just then, a clear and calm voice came from the edge of the crowd, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Grandpa, are you talking about three thousand spirit stones? I want this seal."

Everyone was taken aback.

Who's so fearless?

Daring to snatch things from Sang Biao, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a pretty little girl, holding several skewers of oily meat in one hand, walking over while chewing on them.

She walked through the semi-encirclement formed by the servants as if no one else was there, and stood directly in front of the stall.

The middle-aged cultivator was taken aback, but then he saw that the person who came was just a teenager, dressed simply and without any attendants. He couldn't help but sneer.

"Where did this little brat come from, daring to interfere in my affairs? Three thousand spirit stones? Can you even come up with that?"

His servants behind him also joined in with a few snickers.

Luo Zhen ignored the middle-aged cultivator and simply took out small storage bags one by one from the storage bag that Luo Dahai had given her.

There are one thousand spirit stones in a storage bag.

After taking out three, she looked up at the old monk and clearly repeated herself.

"Old man, is three thousand spirit stones enough to buy these two items?"

The old monk was shocked, almost unable to believe his ears and eyes.

"Enough...enough! Thank you, fairy, thank you, fairy!"

His voice choked with emotion as he nodded repeatedly.

I thought I was finished, and my daughter was finished too, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and I met such a wonderful little bodhisattva.

"Wait!"

The middle-aged cultivator's face darkened, and a hint of greed and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Little girl, don't you know any rules? There's always a first-come, first-served order!"

Luo Huanzhen then slowly turned his head, his large, clear eyes looking at him, his tone flat and emotionless.

"You started by discussing that 'broken piece of iron.' You didn't negotiate a price for this seal. Besides, you offered eighty, and I offered three thousand; the highest bidder wins. Isn't that the rule?"

"you!"

The middle-aged cultivator was speechless for a moment, and the faint sound of suppressed laughter coming from the surroundings made him even more embarrassed.

Enraged, the middle-aged cultivator's eyes suddenly turned sinister.

"What a sharp-tongued little girl! In this area, there's nothing I, Zhang, can't get if I set my sights on it! Give it to me—"

He waved his hand to signal, and the Nascent Soul stage cultivator immediately understood. His powerful spiritual pressure was no longer concealed and crashed down on Luo Huanzhen like a mountain, intending to intimidate him.

However, the oppressive aura that would make ordinary cultivators tremble was completely ineffective against Luo Zhenhuan, as if a mud ox had entered the sea, and even the mutton skewers in her hand did not tremble at all.

Luo Huanzhen even took another bite of meat and gave a vague evaluation.

"Aww... Aww... Lamb skewers don't taste as good when they're cold."

The scene fell silent instantly, and the middle-aged cultivator and his servants looked on with surprise and uncertainty.

What happened?

How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator withstand the pressure of a Spirit Transformation cultivator?

Is her mental strength really that powerful?

Or does she possess some kind of magical artifact that can resist oppressive force?

The middle-aged cultivator gave another look to the cultivators behind him, and they immediately surrounded Luo Huanzhen.

The middle-aged cultivator gritted his teeth and roared, "Go! Kill her! How dare she defy me!"

Several guards rushed forward in response.

The elderly cultivator's eyes were filled with terror. He wanted to shout for Luo Huanzhen to run, but Luo Huanzhen's reaction was much calmer than he had expected.

"Grandpa, be careful, step back a bit, don't get hurt."

Luo Zhen finished her lamb skewers, patted the bits of meat off her hands, and then turned around and kicked the nearest cultivator who was rushing towards her.

"call out--!"

"ah!!"

Luo Huanzhen moved with ghostly speed, punching and kicking without even using his spiritual power.

Three of the six guards were kicked away and disappeared to who knows where.

The other three were beaten to the ground and couldn't get up at all, including the Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator was trampled underfoot by Luo Huanzhen, his face bruised and swollen.

The onlookers, who had been waiting to see blood splatter everywhere, were now completely stunned.

"Wow, what kind of super-strong doll is this?"

"Even a Nascent Soul stage guard was taken down; he must be a genius disciple from some sect?"

"This old monk has met a benefactor..."

"After all these years of committing evil deeds, Sang Biao has finally met his match! He deserves it!!"

Luo Huanzhen's feet.

The middle-aged cultivator was in excruciating pain. He cried out in pain and begged for mercy, "Young fellow Daoist! Young fellow Daoist!! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness."

"Are you a disciple of some sect? I didn't know. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have attacked you! Dressed so casually in a simple blue robe, I must have been blind!"

Luo Zhenhuan frowned.

He put even more force into his feet.

"What? Just because I'm not a disciple of some major sect, you think you can bully me? I'm not a disciple of any sect!"

"Oh, oh, oh!! It was my fault, I'll never do it again, I'll never do it again..."

Luo Huanzhen loosened his grip and kicked hard.

"Get out of here now!!"

"Get out of here, get out of here..." The middle-aged cultivator scrambled away from Luo Zhen and got quite a distance before finally getting up.

At this moment, several guards also helped each other to their feet.

The middle-aged cultivator glared at them fiercely and cursed, "Useless trash!"

Then, filled with both anger and fear, he glanced in the direction of Luo Huanzhen and the old man.

After receiving Luo Huanzhen's warning punch, he and his men slunk away.

The people around Luo Huanzhen gave him a thumbs-up.

Luo Huanzhen then approached the elderly cultivator once more. "Old man, what happened to your daughter? I'm a medical cultivator; could you take me to see her?"

The elderly monk was taken aback for a moment, then a glimmer of hope shone in his cloudy eyes.

"You, you're a medical cultivator?"

Luo Huanzhen's expression hardened, he put his hands behind his back and tilted his head back slightly.

"hold head high."

It's really more than just medicine and cultivation.

She's also a medical cultivator who inherited Master Yun Yao's mantle and has quite good medical skills.

When you encounter a difficult or complicated case, of course you should take a look.

Of course, she did want this little seal.

Just now, Banlan gave a reminder, saying that this small seal contains a trace of divine power, which can be used to refine the Myriad Demon Banner.

Make the Ten Thousand Demon Banner even stronger.