Deep Pockets

Zhang Xuezhou does not speak carelessly about his evaluation of the Buddha's disciples.

He was also a practitioner of physical body techniques.

Unlike the Buddha's disciples, Zhang Xuezhou used Law Power to refine his skills.

This method of refinement is slightly inferior to the refinement of Qi and Blood, but even so, Zhang Xuezhou's physical body is terrifyingly robust.

If compared to the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, Zhang Xuezhou's current realm is the Great Perfection of the Golden Body, only one step away from achieving perfect circulation.

The Eight-Nine Mystical Art evolved into the Will-Free Body, allowing for countless transformations of the body, while the physical body techniques could be further enhanced.

Although it is difficult to guide the body's movements, in terms of physique and strength, the physical techniques are superior to the Eight-Nine Mystical Art.

In actual combat, the effect of change is very weak. It is only suitable for concealment and sneak attacks. However, cultivators who cultivate their physical bodies are not afraid of sneak attacks.

With just a simple calculation, Zhang Xuezhou could clearly see the outcome of their struggle.

"You've evaluated the Eight-Nine Mystical Art and know that the Buddha's disciple can fight me. Even if your skills aren't as good as mine, they're at least eight-tenths close. Let me see if your skills are real or fake, and then I can judge the truth of your words!"

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. As the most perfect person to achieve sainthood through physical cultivation, Yang Jian clearly has enough to be proud of.

Although he may not be the strongest in the world, even the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Venerables would find Yang Jian troublesome. If one cannot defeat the Heaven and Earth, everyone will suffer from Yang Jian's protracted struggle, and he will inevitably be the victor in the long run.

He slowly straightened up from his seat and reached out to grab Zhang Xuezhou.

A hand the size of a winnowing basket grabbed down, and Zhang Xuezhou, whose body was somewhat uncomfortable from the surge of Law Power, met it with a punch.

Like a small hammer striking a large hammer, the clash of fists and palms produced a dull metallic clang.

The immense force of the impact caused the stone bench Zhang Xuezhou was sitting on to collapse instantly, while Yang Jian swayed, his towering body also becoming unsteady.

"Impressive skills!" Yang Jian exclaimed.

"Fighting without reason is boring. If you can offer a prize, we can have a friendly spar!"

Zhang Xuezhou let out a long breath, releasing the surging magical Law Power within his body, and finally felt relieved.

His hand was slightly numb from the blow, and he was unwilling to continue being beaten. He raised the water vat with his left hand, and Zhang Xuezhou indicated that the two of them were still drinking tea and that there was no point in hitting each other randomly.

"Oh, what kind of prize do you want?" Yang Jian asked, standing up while clutching his stomach.

"What kind of prizes can you offer?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The prize isn't guaranteed for you. What if you lose?" Yang Jian asked.

"I'll also put up a prize; if you win, you take it," Zhang Xuezhou said. "How about fifty mid-grade Creation Pills for a game?"

Haha~

"Master, we've run into the most annoying kind of cultivator!"

Yang Jian chuckled dryly, while the white dog barked incoherently.

Zhang Xuezhou spoke casually, but the prize he offered was anything but.

Guan River Mouth couldn't offer the other side a prize for their game.

Yang Jian originally intended to have a friendly spar to see what was truly going on, but he decided it was better not to.

Winning a sparring match would be great, as fifty Creation Pills would be a windfall, but Yang Jian couldn't offer an equivalent reward.

If the stakes aren't equal, this kind of competition can't even begin.

If he manages to lose, and the prize he put together is taken by the other party, the consequences will be even more disheartening.

The brief exchange of punches was evenly matched; Yang Jian wasn't entirely confident of victory, as it was merely a friendly spar, not a fight to the death, making it difficult to say who performed better.

"Come, come, here are fifty mid-grade Creation Pills. Let's play a little. If you're interested, we can play something bigger," Zhang Xuezhou said.

How big is it?

"Naturally, it's best to use top-grade pills for fun. Three or five are beneficial to physical and mental health, ten or eight are a little exciting, but any more would be somewhat inappropriate for sparring!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Yang Jian.

He never expected that such a thing as being stumped by a mere three coins would happen. Seeing the magnificent buildings constructed at Guan River Mouth, Zhang Xuezhou originally thought that the other party was very wealthy, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian couldn't even come up with an equivalent amount of elixirs as a wager.

"What do you mean by three or five top-grade pills for physical and mental well-being? Can you even produce that?"

Yang Jian remained silent, while the white dog barked and shouted as his mouthpiece.

When Zhang Xuezhou rummaged through his Lesser Heaven and Earth Bag and took out a top-grade Ten-Complete Tonic Pill, then a Life-Creating Pill, and finally a top-grade Qi and Blood Creation Pill, the white dog's voice immediately weakened.

"Master, I've truly seen something new today. Besides Laojun, there are actually other people in this world who can produce top-grade elixirs!"

The white dog lowered its head and lay on the ground, barking softly.

Wealth cannot be used for everything, but it certainly becomes a headache once it reaches a certain level.

The stakes Zhang Xuezhou casually took out were a quantity of pills that even some great cultivators would find difficult to accumulate just to save their lives, not to mention the top-grade pills.

For Yang Jian, whose physical body is invincible, he doesn't usually need to take elixirs. At most, he'll drink a little tea to restore his body's Qi and Blood and Law Power. Elixirs are a very distant thing for him.

If Yang Jian were to offer two catties of tea as an equal prize, he really wouldn't be so shameless.

His face turned pale and then red, and he had to slowly lower his raised right hand.

"What, Fellow Daoist Yang thinks fifty mid-grade Creation Pills are too little for a bit of fun? Then I'll add these three top-grade pills. The effects of these three top-grade pills are quite interesting; I think they're pretty good. This one can keep you alive after a severe injury, this one forcibly heals wounds, and this one is quite common. It's just a top-grade Qi and Blood Creation Pill, at most it just replenishes more Qi and Blood in a more pure form at once!"

Zhang Xuezhou spoke eloquently, while Yang Jian's slightly desperate gaze began to fall on Li Tianwang and the others, hoping that these people could lend a hand.

He never expected that a god of wealth would come to Guan River Mouth. The two sides had different levels of wealth and confidence, so they couldn't talk about gambling at all.

"Shuo Xian can refine two hundred pills at a time; he has a lot of pills!"

Jinzha gave a low reminder, and Yang Jian chuckled dryly, then clapped his hands repeatedly.

"Shuo Xian, you are truly skilled. No wonder the Heavenly Venerable favors you so much!" Yang Jian: "It seems you have achieved success in your cultivation through alchemy and body refinement!"

"Shuo Xian can also fly; he has half the skill of the Heavenly Venerable's flying ability," Mu Zha whispered a reminder.

Haha~

It can fly, it can withstand attacks, and it can even refine elixirs. Yang Jian felt that it was just like the illegitimate child that Laojun, Yuanshi, and others had created.

Yang Jian wasn't entirely indifferent to the affairs of the Three Realms. He usually had some understanding of the cultivators in various Sacred Land, but this so-called Shuo Xian seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Of course, there was also the Buddha's son whom he underestimated.

"Shuo Xian doesn't seem very old. If he had stood up for our Immortal Court a few years earlier, there wouldn't be any need for the Kunlun Emperor's long-reaching jurisdiction now!"

Li Tianwang sighed, feeling that Yuanshi Tianzun had discovered talent a little too late.

If it had happened a few years earlier, the Kunlun Holy Son wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant during this centennial celebration.

If the arrogance of the Kunlun Holy Son had been suppressed, the Immortal Court would not be in its current state.

"What jurisdiction do you have?"

Yang Jian had no interest in the affairs of the Immortal Court and only wanted to escape the awkward vortex of winning prizes. Zhang Xuezhou didn't push Yang Jian further into an awkward situation and casually changed the subject along with Li Tianwang.

This relieved Yang Jian. As he turned his head and spat out a wave of water towards the area below the pavilion, his ten-foot-long body shrank back to the height of an ordinary person.

"The Emperor wants to merge the Kunlun Sacred Land and the Lingxiao Palace together. The fact that these secret realms are adjacent to each other already makes them unstable. If we add Zhu Jiuyin, who is causing trouble, and this leads to chaos in the secret realms, I'm afraid we won't even have a place to live anymore!"

Li Tianwang's information is undoubtedly the most cutting-edge channel for the Immortal Court.

He sighed, feeling that the Immortal Court was full of troubles, and everyone's lives were more like living one day at a time, and they might be finished when the secret realm collapsed.