Chen Xun raised an eyebrow... Wocao.
He had clearly seen through the young lady's thoughts. His expression turned slightly speechless. He knew that the myriad races of the Immortal Realm naturally had different standards of beauty, especially young cultivators who had only just entered the path of immortality and were still at the stage of judging people by appearances.
Yet Chen Xun still handed over the iron shovel with elegant grace. "Hehe, young lady, take it."
"...Thank you."
The young lady bit down heavily on her words as she accepted the iron shovel Chen Xun offered. "This is a Thousand Year Spiritual Herb I picked. Consider it an exchange."
With that, she took the shovel, handed over the spiritual herb, and left. She looked rather valiant and heroic.
This Thousand Year Spiritual Herb was actually five thousand years old. She had risked her life nine times and nearly died once to pick it at the edge of a secret realm, intending to use it to extend her master's life. Yet the secret realm's heavens and earth were strange and unpredictable, and she had wasted too much time. By the time she returned, her master had already passed away in sitting meditation.
The injuries hidden beneath her robes had been caused by this very matter.
"Roar!"
A lion's roar thundered out as Little Crimson shouted angrily, "How dare you disrespect our Big Brother?! How dare you throw the spiritual herb onto the ground and make Brother Xun personally..."
Bang...
Before Little Crimson could finish, Chen Xun struck the top of his head with a fist and said coldly, "Little Crimson, damn you. No wonder everyone fears us so much—it turns out you lot scared them off with your fierce act. You and Heaven Tyrant can split the blame fifty-fifty. Old Ox,