The Immortal Realm was no paradise. Wherever there were people, there was jianghu!
Since settling outside Feixu Valley, Wang Chen had quietly farmed his land and never made enemies with anyone.
Yet even though he kept himself apart from worldly strife, trouble still came knocking.
Wang Chen knew very well that he had most likely been dragged into someone else's mess.
Fortunately, he was no longer a naive youth. At the critical moment, he had not panicked and had managed to weather the crisis.
The Storage Bag Wang Chen had secretly slipped to the tall, skinny cultivator just now contained fifty Medium Spirit Stones.
And he had prepared three identical Storage Bags!
Wang Chen believed that without this bribe, even with proof of registration, the other party could still have found all manner of excuses to make things difficult for him. Unless he shed a layer of skin, the matter would not have been settled.
The reason was simple. They had come in such force, and if they returned empty-handed, they would not be able to save face at all.
How could they possibly let it go so easily!
It had to be said that the truth that money could make ghosts turn millstones held true throughout the Myriad Worlds, and the Haotian Immortal Realm was no exception.
Li Chengdong had probably bled a little as well.
Unfortunately, he had not paid as much as Wang Chen.
Just then, a figure flashed over.
"Brother Wang!"
The newcomer was none other than Zhang Mushan.
Seeing that Wang Chen was safe and sound, he immediately heaved a tremendous sigh of relief. "It's good that you're alright."
Zhang Mushan explained, "Someone told me just now that Li Chengdong had boarded an inspection Flying Ship and flown in your direction."
He had sensed that