"Wang Zhan is too much."
"That's right. How can he do that?"
"We're risking our lives, but he's earning Spiritual Pearls behind our backs."
"What's worse is that even our disciples have to buy tickets to enter the city to watch the battle."
In a hall of the Longevity Inn in the East Moon Royal Capital, a group of Sages were all injured. They were either sitting, standing, or lying down in a sorry state. They were all filled with resentment.
The Sons were waiting at the side.
"Brother Tianwu, why don't you talk to Wang Zhan?"
Jiu Jue Holy Lord, who was tied up like a dumpling, said to the Sky Martial Sacred Leader.
Jiu Jue Holy Lord had really been tortured by the Hybrid Demons in the seal this time. He was already very lucky to be able to escape.
"That's right. Brother Tianwu, go and talk to Wang Zhan. See if you can share some with us!"
Mountain Master Dongxuan said. His right arm was hanging in front of his chest, and blood was still seeping out from under the bandage.
"Why should I go? I'm not going."
The Sky Martial Sacred Leader shook his head. Wang Zhan was a miser. Who could even get a single strand of hair from him? What a joke.
"It's fine if you don't want to go. I'm just saying. Why don't you ask your inner sect elder, Meng He, to go?"
Jiu Jue Holy Lord's gaze fell on Meng He, who was beside the Sky Martial Sacred Leader.
Meng He was really in a sorry state. His hair and eyebrows had all been burnt by the demonic fire, and he was bald. His fair skin had turned as black as ink, and his white skin had turned black.
No one would be able to recognize him if they didn't look carefully.
He had escaped from the seal by a hair's breadth.
At this time, the group of Sages had temporarily ended their Demon Hunting Mission.
They had no choice. All the Sages who had participated in the Demon Hunting Mission were severely injured after the battle. For example, Jiu Jue Holy Lord was half dead.
They needed to recuperate before they could continue the battle.
Moreover, they weren't worried that the Hybrid Demons would break through the seal and escape, as it was a seal that their master, Gu Fei, had personally set up.
They would wait for them to recover before killing the Hybrid Demons.
However, Wang Zhan wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a profit. This made the group of Sage Realm experts very unhappy.
That was because Wang Zhan kept all the ticket income into his own pocket. The most outrageous thing was that even the disciples of the various Holy Lands had to buy tickets to watch the battle.
"Me? Big Bosses, look at me, I've turned into a charcoal head. I reckon Young Master won't be able to recognize me. What's the use of me going? "
Meng He shook his head and waved his hand. Forget it. He wasn't going to do it.
"I say, Fellow Daoist Meng He, who doesn't know that you're Master's favorite? With you around, the Young Lord will more or less give you face. "
Patriarch Zi Yang also spoke.
This big shot of the Sage Realm was highly respected. He had been cultivating for a longer time than all the big shots of the Sage Realm who were present. He was a proper antique level big shot.
Meng He had a headache when he heard Old Ancestor Zi Yang speak.
He had to give face to Patriarch Zi Yang.
However, he really didn't want to look for Wang Zhan.
All the big shots of the Saint Realm in the hall were looking at Meng He. The entire hall quieted down.
"I say, Brother Meng, you should go!"
The Sky Martial Sacred Leader broke the silence.
"Sect Leader … This …"
Meng He saw that the Sect Leader had called him Brother. If the Sect Leader had called him Brother under normal circumstances, he would have been shocked. However, he was really shocked now.
"Alright, then I'll go and look for the Young Lord!"
Meng He said helplessly.
"Haha, so you guys are here. Meng He, what's the matter?"
At that moment, a loud laugh was heard. Then, a person strode in from outside the hall.
All the big shots of the Sage Realm were dumbfounded when they saw the person.
Jiu Jue Holy Leader almost slid down from his chair.
Old Ancestor Zi Yang crushed the teacup in his hand. That was tea brewed by a 10,000-year-old Purple Sun Ginseng. It splashed all over him.
Jiu Xuan Holy Leader forgot about his leg injury. He stood up abruptly and fell to the ground.
As the person walked into the hall, the hall instantly became chaotic.
"Greetings, Young Lord …"
"Greetings, Young Lord …"
"Greetings, Young Lord …"
All the big shots of the Sage Realm hurriedly bowed to the person.
The person was none other than Wang Zhan, whom they had been talking about.
They had been calling Wang Zhan 'Wang Zhan' behind his back. Now that Wang Zhan was here, they became extremely respectful and called him Young Lord. They hurriedly bowed to Wang Zhan.
"Have a seat, have a seat …"
"Aiyo, Jiu Jue, you've turned into a dumpling. Stop jumping up and bowing."
"Who is this charcoal head?"
"Young Lord, I'm Meng He!"
Meng He almost cried.
"Damn, Meng He? How did you become like this? "
When Wang Zhan entered and saw the big shots of the Sage Realm, he was a little stunned. Were the Hybrid Demons that Master had sealed so strong?
Those Hybrid Demons had actually tortured all the big shots of the Sage Realm.
The first battle ended with the defeat of the big shots of the Sage Realm.
There was no suspense!
"Young Lord, why are you here …"
Tianwu Sacred Leader wanted to say something but stopped.
All the big shots looked at Wang Zhan.
"Nothing, I'm just here to see everyone."
"Oh right, when will you guys recover? Give me a time so I can make arrangements."
Wang Zhan smiled and said.
These guys had helped him earn a lot. In his eyes, these big shots of the Sage Realm were all gods of wealth.
"Uh …"
The big shots of the Sage Realm were a little stunned when they heard that.
"Arrange what?"
Old Ancestor Zi Yang said subconsciously.
Yes, arrange what?
The big shots of the Sage Realm were very curious.
"Make money, what else?"
Wang Zhan glanced at the Sages.
"…"
The Sages were shocked.
"What's with your expressions? The East Moon Imperial City is half destroyed, and countless people are homeless. Shouldn't we do something?"
Wang Zhan looked serious.
"For the people, I want to rebuild the East Moon Imperial City, but this requires a lot of money. In your eyes, I might be a money-grubber who wants to make money, but I'm not doing it for myself."
Wang Zhan said righteously.
Looking at Wang Zhan's performance, the Sages were stunned.
The Sages felt that something was wrong.
"So, Young Lord wants to rebuild the East Moon Imperial City and save millions of people. This is a great merit. I, Meng He, am willing to help. Here are 3,000 Spiritual Beads, please accept it."
Jiujue Sacred Leader said, "Here are 10,000 Spiritual Beads, please accept it."
Old Ancestor Zi Yang said, "Young Lord, I offer 15,000 Spiritual Beads."
Jiuxuan Sacred Leader said, "I offer 20,000 Spiritual Beads."
Mountain Lord Dongxuan said, "You're too stingy. I offer 50,000 Spiritual Beads."
The big shots of the Sage Realm rushed to shove the Spiritual Beads to Wang Zhan.
"Good people, you're all good people."
Wang Zhan did not refuse and accepted all of them. In just a while, he received hundreds of thousands of Spiritual Beads, and the big shots of the Sage Realm kept increasing the bid.
"You're too good, too good."
Wang Zhan's face was like a chrysanthemum.
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