Yang Wu's expression darkened.
He was a captive, yet the monk wanted him to buy a spot. Wasn't he supposed to buy it for him?
Without waiting for Yang Wu's reply, the monk started chanting again.
Yang Wu rolled on the ground in pain once more, looking extremely miserable.
The surrounding living beings didn't take it to heart. To them, this kind of thing wasn't strange at all.
How many powerful beings in the God Realm had a bunch of slaves? And these slaves were existences that could be killed at any time. They had no status at all, just like living puppets.
Yang Wu was clearly a living puppet in someone else's hands.
Monk Buzhou stopped chanting, "Do you have the money to buy a spot?"
What else could Yang Wu say? He hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes."
He swore in his heart that the day he escaped would be the day Monk Buzhou became his puppet.
Yang Wu obediently queued up to buy a spot.
100,000 high grade god stones was a huge sum. Even if he was a divine alchemist, it wasn't a small sum to take out.
Most of the god veins in his space were low grade god veins, there weren't many mid grade god veins. As for high grade god veins, he got some from the All Saints Temple. It was enough to pay for the 100,000 high grade god stones.
"He looks pretty good, too bad he's become someone else's slave." A beautiful saintess looked at Yang Wu and sighed.
Someone else added, "Maybe he's just a good-looking but useless guy."
Others were also pointing at him. Some were mocking him, some were sneering, some were pitying him … It made him feel very uncomfortable.
In the Transcendent Realm, he was treated like a god, but in the God Realm, he became a slave. It was like falling from heaven to hell. It made him realize that the God Realm wasn't a pure land, it could be a place of purgatory.
"My path to the God Realm begins here." Yang Wu held onto his self-confidence and shouted in his heart.
He had just arrived in the God Realm, it wasn't a bad thing to experience some training. The bad thing was that it would destroy his martial heart.
As long as he was given time to breathe, he would be able to break the curse, regain his confidence, and begin his road to greatness.
Yang Wu followed the long queue, but who knew that a few people would suddenly cut in front of him.
These people were all young, and their faces were full of arrogance. They did not put Yang Wu in their eyes at all. How could a captive dare to be impudent in front of them?
Yang Wu raised his eyebrows and shouted at the people in front of him, "You're cutting the line."
Those people turned around and glared at Yang Wu. They didn't care about him and didn't take his words to heart.
Yang Wu once again said in a deep voice, "Scram to the back. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
This time, the people in front could no longer hold themselves back. One of them, a skinny young man in purple, pointed at Yang Wu's nose and scolded, "Who do you think you are? How dare you criticize us? Do you want to die?"
"I don't want to die. You're cutting the queue," Yang Wu declared again.
"So what? Don't tell me you dare to hit me? You dog slave, hurry up and get out of here, "the skinny young man in purple scolded.
In the next moment, Yang Wu made his move like lightning.
He was already suppressing a bellyful of anger in his heart, and the other party was still pointing at him and spitting saliva. He really couldn't bear it.
Yang Wu grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it hard. With a "crack", the person's wrist was broken.
The physical body of the young man in purple was amazing. He actually had his hand broken. He groaned and punched at Yang Wu's face with his other hand.
"Go to hell, dog slave!"
The young man in purple came from a big force. Although he couldn't be compared with the big forces, his background was not small. Now that his wrist was broken in front of everyone, how could he bear it?
Yang Wu didn't wait for him to hit his face. He raised his foot and kicked at the other party's legs.
The power of his kick was so domineering that the young man in purple didn't even have time to react before he was kicked.
"Oh!" The young man in purple screamed. He covered his lower body with one hand and jumped up on the spot.
"Get out of here!" Yang Wu shouted and threw the young man in purple out.
The young man in purple was a high-level Saint. In front of Yang Wu, he was not worth mentioning.
"How dare you hit my junior brother. You're dead meat." A good-looking woman in front of him shouted. She raised her palm and slapped at Yang Wu's face. The flashing Holy Light contained a very powerful power.
However, before she could hit Yang Wu's face, Yang Wu had already slapped her face.
Slap, slap!
In the blink of an eye, Yang Wu slapped the woman more than ten times. Even her front teeth were knocked out, and her entire face was completely deformed.
"You think you're in the right for cutting the line? Get out of here, all of you!" Yang Wu shouted and kicked the woman away. He also attacked the three people in front of him at the same time.
Yang Wu was too powerful. The three people in front of him had just drawn their weapons when Yang Wu beat them until they were crying for their parents.
The surrounding creatures all looked in Yang Wu's direction. They were all shocked. No one thought that a mere living puppet would dare to hit people. Could it be that the puppet's master had a powerful background?
Monk Buzhou had been at the back. He didn't dare to follow, but he also noticed that Yang Wu was causing trouble.
He wanted to chant an incantation to teach Yang Wu a lesson, but he couldn't delay Yang Wu from buying a slot. He could only endure it.
"Kid, don't play any tricks. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer for seven days and seven nights." Monk Buzhou transmitted his voice to Yang Wu.
Yang Wu responded, "I didn't cause trouble. They cut the line. The slots are limited. If I can't buy a slot because of them, how am I going to explain it to you?"
Monk Buzhou was speechless.
Fortunately, the young people who were beaten didn't seem to be much. The power behind them shouldn't be too scary. He didn't take it to heart for now.
After those young people were beaten up, they left dejectedly. But before they left, they were filled with incomparable resentment. They would certainly not let Yang Wu have an easy time.
Yang Wu pretended not to see it. This was the effect he wanted.
Only by calling for reinforcements could he give Monk Buzhou a headache.
The others didn't dare to underestimate Yang Wu anymore. Instead of silently waiting in line to buy a slot.
There was no limit to the number of slots at all. It had always been said that it was only the last thousand slots. In the end, he sold ten thousand slots today and still didn't stop.
Yang Wu spent a hundred thousand high-grade godstones to buy a slot. This slot only recognized the number of the jade, not the person.
Yang Wu looked at the jade in his hand. It was number ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. What an interesting number.
"Such an inferior piece of jade is selling for a hundred thousand High Grade Divine Stone, what a scam!" Yang Wu thought in his heart.
Yang Wu returned to Monk Buzhou's side and obediently handed the jade to the monk.
Monk Buzhou took it and weighed it in his hand. He smiled and said, "Not a bad number. It means you can definitely get the true god's inheritance for me. Good luck. When you come out, I'll reward you well." He paused and said, "But don't cause trouble for me. Otherwise, I won't forgive you."
"Don't worry, I'm under your control. I can't cause any trouble. If it weren't for people bullying you, I wouldn't fight back.
"You dare to bully my boss? Why do you say that? "
"As the saying goes, look at the master before beating a dog. Aren't they bullying you when they beat me?"
"Haha, that's a good description." Monk Buzhou looked satisfied.
"Protector, it's that bastard who beat us up." Suddenly, a voice came from nearby.
He saw that the several youngsters who had been dealt with by Yang Wu had returned, and they had brought along two Guardian Elders.
A faint smile appeared on Yang Wu's face when he saw them return, but it quickly disappeared.
He couldn't fight Monk Buzhou, but what if someone else did?
Even if he couldn't kill Monk Buzhou, it would be good to give him some trouble.
The two Elders that the other party had brought along were also at the Divine level, and their vital energy was rather vigorous. They locked onto Yang Wu, and at the same time, looked at Monk Buzhou who was beside Yang Wu. Their pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of wariness flashed across their eyes.
One of them asked, "Are you Master Buzhou?"
Monk Buzhou glanced at him and laughed, "Since you know me, why don't you get lost? Do you want me to send you away?"
Yang Wu thought, "Is this monk so famous that even these people are afraid of him?"
"Master Buzhou, your servant beat up our people. Please hand him over to us." The other person said in a neither servile nor overbearing tone.
They recognized Monk Buzhou. He was an incredible immortal who could fight above his level. However, they weren't afraid of him. The only thing they feared was that they weren't as strong as Monk Buzhou.
"Taiqing Sect, I might be afraid if your sect master was here in person. Now, get lost." Monk Buzhou said domineeringly.
Taiqing Sect was a first-rate sect in Luo State. It was slightly weaker than Yan Bei, but it was still a sect with a top god. It wasn't a sect that ordinary people could mess with.
It was also because of this that they bullied Yang Wu. Who knew that Yang Wu was so much stronger than them, so they were humiliating themselves.
"Master Buzhou, do you really want to be enemies with our Taiqing Sect?" The protector of Taiqing Sect said in a low voice.
"You talk too much. Do you really think I don't dare to beat you?" Monk Buzhou was obviously a little angry. Buddhist Qi surged.
The two protectors of Taiqing Sect took a few disciples and retreated. They couldn't fall out with Monk Buzhou.
"Alright, we'll report this matter to the sect. You're on your own." The protector of Taiqing Sect left behind a threat and retreated with his people.
Monk Buzhou narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Wu, "Are you disappointed?"
Without waiting for Yang Wu's answer, he chanted the incantation again.
Ahhh!
Yang Wu rolled on the ground and screamed again.
However, Yang Wu didn't have to endure the pain this time. The Soul Bell enveloped his Fighting Soul and didn't hurt him at all. He was just pretending.
"Use these golden needles to train my Fighting Soul." Yang Wu shouted. Under the protection of the Soul Bell, his Fighting Soul fought back against the golden needles.
Bang bang!
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