PHS Chapter 164 (Patreon)

Chapter 164: My Master is Going Broke From This Deal!

"Feral Beasts?"

The Third Prince of the Golden Crow's gaze turned glacial. He swept a glance into the distance before turning back to Zhang Baichuan and saying coldly, "You have some nerve, daring to plot against the Golden Crow clan!"

"My apologies."

Zhang Baichuan spread his hands, seemingly ignoring the three Feral Beasts charging toward them. He said lightly, "The Nine Nether Demonic Sect will be taking this Saint-level herb!"

"Then let's see if you have the life to claim it!"

The Third Prince raised his longsword. With a sharp hiss, the golden blade tore through the sky, ripping a gash in the firmament and piercing the void.

Clang!

Zhang Baichuan's pupils contracted. Faced with such a powerful strike, he didn't choose to meet it head-on. Instead, he transformed into a streak of dark light and shot toward the Saint-level herb.

"Seeking your own death!"

The Third Prince snorted dismissively. He struck out with his palm again. The peak collapsed and the earth cracked as terrifying power swept through all directions, instantly striking Zhang Baichuan's back.

Weng!

A soft hum resonated from Zhang Baichuan's waist. A jade pendant glowed, erupting with monstrous demonic mist that neutralized the attack. Using the rebound force, Zhang Baichuan shot into the Saint-level herb's restriction.

"What?"

The two Sacred Lord-level experts busy breaking the formation felt their hands tremble, nearly triggering the restriction fully. By the time they recovered, Zhang Baichuan had already rushed into the barrier ahead of them.

"This..."

The two Sacred Lords were stunned.

We've been working on breaking this formation for half a day, and you, a junior, slipped through so easily?

What's going on?

Even if someone from the Ye Imperial Clan were here, they couldn't possibly breach a restriction so effortlessly.

The two exchanged glances, then looked at their Young Lord nearby. Could it be that the Young Lord's palm strike had sent him flying into it? That seemed far too coincidental.

"It's the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets!"

The Third Prince's face turned ice-cold. He flew over, landing outside the restriction, his eyes surging with rage. Their Golden Crow clan had also sent people to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. Naturally, they understood its methods.

In all the world, if there was anyone who could treat a mystic realm left behind by a Great Emperor as if it were their backyard, it would likely be that mysterious Pavilion Master! From the looks of it, the Nine Nether Demonic Sect had also bought information from the Pavilion. The difference was that while others purchased locations of Quasi-Emperor or Great Saint-level spirit herbs, the Nine Nether Demonic Sect had set its sights on a Saint-level herb!

They really didn't play by the rules.

"Do you think a mere restriction can protect you?"

The Third Prince's eyes were cold, his killing intent undisguised. He flipped his palm, and a golden jade talisman appeared. On it was the image of a three-legged Golden Crow, poised to spread its wings and soar! The moment the talisman materialized, a Saint's might swept across the desolate lands!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Baichuan's heart lurched, and a terrible premonition rose within him.

This was bad!

He seemed to have truly enraged the other party. The Third Prince was about to use a Saint-level technique. If a Saint's attack were to fall, it was uncertain whether the restriction could withstand it.

Regardless, he would definitely be severely injured. Of course, he wouldn't die—he also had life-preserving treasures.

But without this restriction, how would he escape?

The jade pendant his Master gave him was for defense, possessing no offensive power. If he were captured by the Golden Crow clan, he would surely die a horrible death.

"Master, your disciple has been cornered by the Golden Crow clan! You have to think of something, quick!" Zhang Baichuan swiftly took out his jade slip and sent a message.

Soon, Yang Qiu's reply came.

"Relax, you won't die. Don't make a fuss over nothing in the future. Every message you send costs this master a Sacred Lord-level spirit herb. I'm losing a fortune on this deal!"

Zhang Baichuan was speechless.

Master, are you giving up on me?

In the next moment, the two Sacred Lord-level Golden Crows quickly stepped forward. One of them spoke up to stop him, saying, "Young Lord, you mustn't! The Saint-level technique is our trump card for the Mystic Realm of Creation. Using it now would be wasteful!"

"Indeed!"

The other Golden Crow chimed in, "It's just a Saint-level herb. There are plenty in the Mystic Realm. If we waste a Saint-level technique now, we'll have one less trump card when we encounter other prodigies of the human race later!"

"Furthermore, Feral Beasts are eyeing us from the side. Life-preserving treasures should not be used lightly unless necessary!"

"Besides, although this Sacred Son of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect is weak, since he entered the Mystic Realm of Creation, he must have trump cards of his own."

"Wasting time with him here is truly unwise!"

The Third Prince's gaze was cold. He glanced at Zhang Baichuan, then at the three rapidly approaching Feral Beasts, his killing intent surging. On one side was the treasure-thief, on the other, three Feral Beasts.

He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, then slowly put away the jade talisman. He said indifferently:

"We will meet again in the Mystic Realm of Creation. Next time, you won't be so lucky!"

As his voice fell, three streaks of golden light shot into the sky. The trio quickly departed.

Although they could fight the three Feral Beasts, there was no need to do so now. There were too many Saint-level herbs in the Mystic Realm to waste time on this one. As for these three Feral Beasts, leaving them for Zhang Baichuan to deal with was perfect.

With his strength alone, he would be no match for the three beasts. Without the help of other experts, Zhang Baichuan's fate was sealed.

There was no other path but death!

Inside the restriction, Zhang Baichuan watched the three depart and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had survived. He collected the Saint-level herb and was about to leave when he saw the three Feral Beasts nearby. These three were different from the last one.

This was their lair. Now that their eggs had been destroyed, it would be a miracle if they left anytime soon.

"What do I do?"

Zhang Baichuan was on the verge of tears. He took out the jade slip again and sent a message to his master.

"Master, your disciple has obtained the Saint-level herb, but how do I deal with the three Sacred Lord-level Feral Beasts outside?"

In the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, Yang Qiu held the jade slip, his face a picture of utter despair as he read the message.

It seemed... for this single Saint-level herb, he hadn't made much of a profit at all!

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