Eight Hundred Spirit Treasures as Your Fine

Bai Xiang Dong calmly took out his phone from his pocket. Zhun Ti and Jieyin didn't recognize what kind of magical treasure it was at first glance.

It was rectangular, completely black, and didn't look particularly special; it had absolutely nothing to do with the magical treasures they were familiar with.

But when a soft light shone from the front of the phone, with a glittering gold edge, their expressions instantly changed.

That gentle light is the purifying light of the Twelve-Rank World-Cleansing White Lotus, and that flowing gold is the profound golden light of merit.

"The Acquired Merit Treasure!"

Zhun Ti and Jieyin exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their faces turning pale in an instant.

Of course they recognized this thing. Yangmei had said before that the cell phone, this Acquired Merit Treasure, was born under the witness of billions of living beings in the Primordial World.

Although hundreds of years have passed, many beings have long forgotten it, and those who have never seen it regard it only as a distant legend.

But as Innate Divine Beings with long lifespans, the innate beings did not forget; they remembered it clearly.

The scene of the great war between the three races, the Pangu curtain that stretched across the heavens and the earth, the towering phantom of Pangu, and the final scene of the massive amount of merit gathering into a supreme treasure, are still imprinted in their Primordial Spirits and cannot be forgotten.

Everyone knows that this Acquired Merit Treasure represents not only a vast amount of merit, but also the approval of the Heavenly Dao, and most importantly, the will of Pangu.

Attacking the owner of this treasure is almost tantamount to provoking the Heavenly Dao and defying the will of Pangu.

Therefore, the person who possesses this supreme treasure is absolutely not to be provoked; this is the common thought of all living beings.

There's a prerequisite to this murder and robbery: you have to kill the person first, then take the treasure for yourself, and finally bear the consequences.

If you don't have the ability to control the spiritual treasure to refine it and make it escape and disappear into the void, then you've wasted your time and gotten yourself into trouble for nothing.

The treasure of merit in Xiang Dong's hands is equivalent to a get-out-of-jail-free card, a talisman of Heavenly Dao authority that allows him to walk with impunity.

As long as Xiang Dong doesn't commit any major breaches of principle, even if you were to go against the will of Heavenly Dao to kill him, Heavenly Dao would still give you a thumbs up and praise you.

You're really bold, aren't you? You're very courageous!

So when Xiang Dong showed his phone, Zhun Ti and Jieyin's auras were still locked on Xiang Dong, and they were showing hostility towards him.

Both of them felt that their Primordial Spirits were being watched by the Heavenly Dao. The immense pressure made them feel as if they were in an ice cave. If they actually took action and attacked Xiang Dong, regardless of whether they succeeded or not, they would receive a huge Karmic Force reward.

The Karmic Force that descends is too much for even Great Unity Golden Immortal, let alone Primordial Unity Golden Immortal or Quasi-Saint.

So in that instant, only one thought remained in their minds.

Run, run as far as you can!

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

However, when they tried to escape, Xiang Dong didn't give them the chance.

"It's too late to run now!"

Xiang Dong Flash in front of Zhun Ti, swung his phone around like a brick, and slapped Zhun Ti's bald head.

Without any Law Power fluctuations or Daoist aura, it is the purest and most primitive physical attack.

Zhun Ti wanted to hide and escape, but his Primordial Spirit had just been locked by the Heavenly Dao and had not yet recovered, so he could not move his body. He could only watch helplessly as the golden "brick" grew larger and larger in his pupils.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Xiang Dong then proceeded to smash Zhunti's head Zhun Ti.

The first time, Zhun Ti didn't react in time. The second time, he did react, but he couldn't dodge it because the phone actually had the effect of suppressing and sealing.

With each strike, his Primordial Spirit and Law Power were suppressed and imprisoned to a certain extent. After several strikes, most of his Law Power and Primordial Spirit had been imprisoned, making it difficult for him to even escape, let alone resist.

After a few moves, Zhun Ti's cultivation level and strength had been suppressed and sealed down to about the same level as Xiang Dong's. At this point, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to; Xiang Dong could catch up with him in a Flash.

In this situation, Zhun Ti dared not fight back even more, and could only watch helplessly as the "brick of merit" fell on his head, the force becoming heavier and heavier, so heavy that he was stunned when he was hit on the head.

It hurt a lot, the kind of pain that makes you see stars, but it didn't damage your Primordial Spirit or the foundation of your body.

However, with the blessing of merit, Xiang Dong still Zhun Ti "smash" Xiang Dong's shiny bald head, giving him a head full of bumps and making him look similar to Jieyin.

Jieyin watched in stunned silence. He wanted to help, but he didn't dare to step forward.

As soon as he had the thought of attacking Xiang Dong, the Heavenly Dao would lock onto him. That feeling of being pricked by thorns made him dare not act rashly.

So all he could do was watch his junior brother suffer, and silently pray with his hands clasped together, thinking, "If you hit him, you can't hit me, okay?"

Xuehuang was also stunned, her brain momentarily blank.

Using an Acquired Merit Treasure to smash the head of a Great Unity Golden Immortal —this kind of fighting is a bit too... For the moment, she couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

If Human Race were to emerge now and develop a civilized society, Xuehuang would know that Xiang Dong's fighting style is no different from a street brawl.

Holding Acquired Merit Treasure, and then engaging in street brawls like thugs—is this how a benefactor fights?

All I can say is, it has absolutely no class; it's truly an eyesore.

"Phew, that feels good."

After giving Zhunti Zhun Ti, Xiang Dong stopped, satisfied. Although he seemed to be fighting easily, he had actually expended a lot of energy, as he had used up too much of his Law Power to activate the Acquired Merit Treasure.

"So you've come to the East to beg for money, huh?"

"No... we wouldn't dare again! Fellow Daoist, please spare us! We'll never dare again!"

Zhun Ti his head, on the verge of tears.

The physical pain was secondary; the main problem was the psychological humiliation.

He, a dignified Great Unity Golden Immortal, actually got his head full of bumps from being hit by a Taiyi Golden Immortal. If word got out, it would be too embarrassing. How could he ever face anyone in the Primordial World again?

Whenever people mention it, they say, "You're the one who got hit all over the head."

"I'll spare you, heh heh!"

Xiang Dong chuckled, but it was a rather intriguing smile; it was clearly a sarcastic laugh.

"I'm a kind-hearted person and can let you go, but while you may escape the death penalty, you can't escape punishment. You've damaged this place like this, so you have to compensate me."

"Of course, of course. Fellow Daoist, name your price, and we will certainly compensate you."

Jieyin quickly agreed, afraid that Xiang Dong would pick up that brick again.

Xiang Dong said slowly, "Very well, you'll be punished by paying compensation of eight hundred magical treasures."

"What, eight hundred pieces?"

Zhun Ti was so frightened that he burst into a high-pitched tenor voice.

Eight hundred items? Why don't you just rob someone?!

If they had so many magical treasures, would they need to come all the way to the east to become bandits? They're like bandits entering a village; you're just becoming a robber.

"Fellow Daoist, you might as well kill us."

Jieyin looked distressed; he wasn't resigned to his fate, but simply had no other choice.

Even if you sold both of them, you still wouldn't get the price of eight hundred magical treasures.