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

When the third wave arrived, they were smarter and stayed far behind Luo Huanzhen, not daring to make a move.

They followed him for two days and two nights, and finally couldn't resist testing him.

As soon as Luo Huanzhen turned around, the lotus throne circled around them, scaring them out of their wits, and they turned and ran away.

Luo Huanzhen chased after them, kicking each of them once, and as usual, stripped them of their storage bags.

In short, Luo Huanzhen mercilessly killed anyone who dared to attack him.

She's not made of clay.

Luo Huanzhen amassed wealth very quickly.

Upon arriving at the next cultivation city she passed through, she immediately went to a treasure pavilion to sell her things.

Behind the counter of the Treasure Pavilion sat a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a brocade robe.

He was leisurely fiddling with the abacus beads in his hand when he heard the sound of the beaded curtain and looked up.

There was no one at the door.

He paused for a moment, then stood up and looked under the counter.

Sure enough, there was a child standing in front of the counter. He was shorter than the counter, so he didn't see him at first glance.

Luo is really cute.

A snow-white, chubby little ball.

The ox-horse monk's lips curled slightly as he bent down and asked softly, "Little one, what are you selling?"

Luo Huan actually stood on tiptoe, but found it was a bit too high, so he used the wind to raise himself up a bit.

Once he was finally level with the counter, Luo Zhenhuan dumped a bunch of magical treasures onto it—

A cute, childlike voice spoke crisply to the middle-aged cultivator.

"Sell these!"

The middle-aged cultivator's smile vanished the moment he saw the magical treasures, pills, and medicinal herbs that Luo Huanzhen had poured out.

"These……"

He picked up a magical artifact and examined it from all angles, his expression growing increasingly strange with each look.

"The inscription on this flying sword...is it Vulture Old Monster's? And this shield, the signature weapon of the Blood Hand Trio? And this string of bone beads..."

The middle-aged cultivator looked up at Luo Huanzhen again, then looked down at the magic weapon, then looked up at Luo Huanzhen again... one glance after another.

Luo Huanzhen blinked her big eyes, her face innocent and naive: "What's wrong, shopkeeper? Is it that you can't sell it?"

"Selling... I can sell it..."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look behind Luo Zhenhuan and around him.

The weather is extremely hot.

Treasure Pavilion hasn't had many customers lately.

The entire lobby, and the area outside it, was empty except for their own guards and the little child in front of them.

There were no more guests.

The middle-aged cultivator swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Little one, where did you get these things?"

"I found it."

Luo Huanzhen spoke without hesitation.

The cultivator's lips twitched. The Vulture Old Monster's flying sword, the Blood Hand Three Fiends' shield, and the Yellow Bone Daoist's personal magic weapon, which was infamous in the Western Continent.

These people have been living on the Western Continent for many years, committing robbery, murder, arson, and all sorts of evil deeds.

He is a heretical cultivator who has been a long-time target on the bounty list of the cultivation world in the Western Continent.

Now this little girl has just casually piled them on the counter; she says she found them.

Forget it.

The middle-aged cultivator knew the rules of the Treasure Pavilion business: don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

He sat back down in his chair, his fingers flying across the abacus, and finally gave a price.

"A total of 128,600 spirit stones, will you sell them or not?"

Luo Huanzhen's eyes lit up.

"Sell!"

No wonder so many people want to become heretical practitioners.

Killing people to steal treasures is definitely a faster way to make money than earning spirit stones in the proper way.

This amount was even more than the huge sum of money she had carried with her when she left home.

Luo Huanzhen left the treasure pavilion with the spirit stones in his pocket and immediately went into the food stall next door.

Fifty catties of braised beef, thirty boxes of Linggan cake, and twenty more Eight Treasure Drunken Ducks... Would you like to drink, you glutton?

Luo Zhen really thought for a while.

Never mind, I'll just have twenty jars of Osmanthus Spirit Wine.

As the shopkeeper kept the accounts, he kept stealing glances at the little girl who had almost bought out half of his shop in one go, and the smile on his face never stopped.

After buying this one, Luo really went on to buy the next one.

Once they had used up most of their spirit stones, they left the cultivation city and continued westward.

It's strange, really.

Ever since she sold those magical artifacts at the treasure pavilion, the road for the next few thousand miles has been unusually peaceful.

Occasionally, a passing cultivator would glance at her from afar, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before quickly looking away and flying further away.

Luo Zhen scratched his head.

She quickly realized that something must have been leaked from the Treasure Pavilion, and they probably all knew that she was not someone to be trifled with.

However, she had already prepared a lot of food.

It's okay if no one comes to deliver the vegetables.

It's nice to have some peace and quiet.

The further west Luo Huanzhen went, the fewer cultivators he encountered.

The desert gradually changed from yellowish-brown to grayish-white, and the wind carried fine sand that stung our faces.

Luo Huanzhen opened the protective barrier of the lotus throne and continued forward against the wind and sand.

When they were still about one or two hundred miles away from the far western Gobi Desert, Luo Huanzhen suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the sky ahead.

Normally, only a few streaks of light could be seen streaking across the distant horizon, but now a large swarm of light was indeed surging in from the west, in the opposite direction to where Luo was actually facing.

They are all running eastward.

Moreover, these streaks of light flew extremely fast and frantically, some even colliding and nearly falling, before hastily separating and then flying wildly again—as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Luo Huanzhen's expression hardened slightly, and he slowed down.

The light gradually became clearer.

Luo Huanzhen finally got a clear look at the cultivators approaching him.

Men and women of all ages.

Some were dazed and confused, as if they had lost their souls; others were covered in blood, clearly seriously injured, and were being forcibly supported by others.

Some lost their shoes and fled in panic, stepping barefoot on the flying swords.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and apprehension.

Sudden.

A fleeing cultivator bumped into Luo Huanzhen's lotus throne, stumbled, and nearly fell from the sky.

He looked up and saw a little girl, and immediately started to curse.

But after another deep, angry roar came from behind, his expression changed drastically.

He turned his head and saw a huge, dark shadow, the size of a small mountain, emerging from the yellow sand, its shape indistinct.

But with its roar, the hearts of countless fleeing cultivators suddenly burst out of their bodies, and their entire bodies turned into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into the air.

The cultivator's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He shoved Luo Huanzhen aside, and before he could even speak, he stumbled and scrambled away into the distance—

When the phantom appeared, Luo Zhenhuan was overjoyed.

We finally found it.

The Taotie mythical beast!

However, looking around at the blood mist floating in the air, Luo Zhen realized that it was indeed quite ferocious!

Luo Huanzhen quickly and hastily used all the defensive magical artifacts he had, putting them on and carrying them with him.

Then he set up many layers of barriers for himself.

Only then did he manipulate the lotus throne and fly towards the illusory figure.