Chapter 8

One, two, three!

Three short and sturdy clovers!

The appearance of these three clovers was even worse than that of the fifty-year-old clover!

If Fang Ling had taken them out earlier, no one would have paid any attention to these things. But at this moment, no one dared to underestimate these three clovers.

In the end, everyone's gaze fell on Master Zhao!

They needed Master Zhao to give them an answer.

Master Zhao, looking at the three clovers, began to tremble all over.

He put the fifty-year-old clover, which he had just treasured, into his storage bag, and snatched the most unremarkable one from Fang Ling's hand, smelling it for a while before loudly declaring, "Treasure Clover! This is a Treasure Clover!"

Although the people present were very respectful of Master Zhao, many still sneered when they heard him call the clover a Treasure Clover.

However, these people did not include Chief Zhang.

Chief Zhang had worked at the Treasure Pavilion for so many years and knew that some things, when they reached a certain age, would be called treasures!

If this time they could really collect something that could be called a treasure, his promotion to a higher position would be almost certain.

Thinking of the benefits, he couldn't help but pull Master Zhao and ask, "Master Zhao, is this really a Treasure Clover?"

"What else could it be if not a Treasure Clover!" Master Zhao said, waving the clover in his hand. "This Treasure Clover is a hundred years old. Not only can it be used to refine ordinary elixirs, but it can even be used to refine elixirs of the seventh grade and above, with plenty to spare."

Saying this, he couldn't help but shake his head. "What a pity, what a pity!"

Master Zhao's words of pity not only made Zhang Gui nervous but also made even the Skinny Monkey and the others a bit anxious.

Although this thing wasn't theirs, if a companion's treasure was worthless, it wouldn't be a happy thing for them.

"Master, what's a pity?" Zhang Gui tightly held Master Zhao's hand, fearing that Master Zhao wouldn't answer his question.

Master Zhao shook his head. "What a pity, such a good thing, I can't use it! To refine this kind of elixir, one must be at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Hearing Master Zhao's words, Zhang Gui felt a great relief. This kind of pity had nothing to do with him. The higher the level of the cultivator, the richer they were, and the more in demand the things they needed. If Master Zhao couldn't use it, well, what did it have to do with him, Zhang Gui?

"Master Zhao, how much is this hundred-year-old Treasure Clover worth?"

Hua Shuying, standing next to Fang Ling, asked anxiously.

Fang Ling, seeing Hua Shuying's determined look, thought to himself that this sister was indeed good at managing a household.

"At least twenty spirit stones!" Master Zhao said with certainty.

Twenty spirit stones!

When these words were spoken, almost everyone looked at Fang Ling with envy.

Although twenty might not seem like a large number, these were spirit stones!

What were spirit stones? Each one was worth a thousand gold.

This meant that Fang Ling had suddenly acquired twenty thousand gold.

Not to mention that this was just the value of one clover.

Fang Ling was a bit dizzy. He had originally thought that a hundred-year-old clover was worth only a few thousand gold, but he never expected that this clover would be so valuable.

Twenty thousand gold!

"Little Fang, we at the Treasure Pavilion will buy all these clovers. In a while, you and I will go to get the gold together." Zhang Gui patted Fang Ling's shoulder, acting very close to him.

Fang Ling smiled faintly at Zhang Gui's closeness. People always flatter the successful and belittle the unsuccessful. He didn't need to take it too seriously.

Lin Mucheng had given him a small cosmos bag with some herbs, but he didn't plan to take them out now. These were enough for him to use for a while.

"Thank you, Chief Zhang."

As he spoke, he took the three spirit stones in his hand and walked toward Chen Zhenghua, saying, "Young Master Chen, during my sister and brother's time of crisis, you generously lent us three thousand gold and a ten-year-old clover. Please accept these as a token of our gratitude."

Chen Zhenghua, seeing Fang Ling with a smile and a grateful tone, almost burst with anger. He had waited here with Hua Shuying to make her give up on Fang Ling.

But he never expected that this boy not only escaped but also found so many clovers.

So what if it's just a few dozen spirit stones? Boy, your good luck is over!

He took the spirit stones from Fang Ling's hand, smiled faintly, and then said coldly, "Fang Ling, I lent you three thousand gold because I felt sorry for your family and couldn't bear to see your sister toil for you. I never expected you to be so heartless and cruel."

"I sent my warrior Roger to protect you on the journey because I felt sorry for your ambition in this gathering. But I never expected that Roger, who was devoted to you, would end up being harmed by you. Your wolfish ambition is such that even if I could tolerate you, the laws of Dinging City would not allow your existence."

As he spoke, Chen Zhenghua shouted, "Seize him and take him to the city lord's residence!"

Several warriors who followed Chen Zhenghua quickly moved toward Fang Ling. These people were agile, and their faces were filled with killing intent.

From the steps of these warriors, Fang Ling could sense that each of them had at least a Fourth Stage Qi Cultivation level. With the Green Slaughter Palm and Golden Goose Technique, Fang Ling could barely handle three, let alone Chen Zhenghua himself, who was a Fifth Stage Qi Cultivation expert.

"Young Master Chen, Fang Ling would never do such a thing." Hua Shuying quickly stepped in front of Fang Ling and said firmly.

Chen Zhenghua looked at Hua Shuying, his face changing. Then he said calmly, "Shuying, I hope not, but the facts are clear, and no one can change them."

As he spoke, he turned to Master Zhao and said, "Old Zhao, you are a cultivator and should know about the spell called 'Unextinguished Grievance.' Look and see if Fang Ling has any of Roger's grievances on him."

When Chen Zhenghua suddenly turned on Fang Ling, Master Zhao had already decided to stay out of it. But now, hearing Chen Zhenghua ask him, he hesitated.

Chen Zhenghua was very dissatisfied with Master Zhao's attitude and said unhappily, "Surely you have heard of what the Chen family knows, Master Zhao!"

Master Zhao could ignore Chen Zhenghua, but he couldn't ignore the Chen family. He had to live in Dinging City and couldn't ignore the power of the Chen family.

Although he had a good impression of Fang Ling, a young man with such good luck was better off dead.

He then said solemnly, "There is such a spell, and if it weren't for Young Master Chen's reminder, I might have forgotten."

Zhang Gui's face turned a bit sour. This gathering was organized by the Treasure Pavilion, and everyone had agreed that life and death were determined by fate. This agreement essentially meant that once they entered the Laxi Secret Realm, even if they killed their companions, no one would care.

Now, Chen Zhenghua was disrupting the Treasure Pavilion's reputation.

"Chief Zhang, when we entered the Laxi Secret Realm, we agreed that life and death were determined by fate!" Just as Zhang Gui was at a loss, someone shouted loudly.

This person was the Skinny Monkey.

Seeing the Skinny Monkey's excited face, Fang Ling felt a bit more goodwill toward him.

Zhang Gui's face turned very ugly.

"Chief Zhang, I just want Fang Ling dead. If Fang Ling dies, all the things he collected can belong to the Treasure Pavilion!" A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Gui knew it was Chen Zhenghua, the young master of the Chen family.

He was instantly moved. Although this would tarnish the Treasure Pavilion's reputation, the friendship of the Chen family's young master and so many herbs would make the shopkeeper unlikely to insist on this matter.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Gui said, "Although the Treasure Pavilion says life and death are determined by fate, we cannot tolerate such an attack on a teammate."

Saying this, he clasped his hands and said to Chen Zhenghua, "Young Master Chen, if it weren't for your keen eyes, we would have been deceived by this scoundrel!"

The Skinny Monkey looked at the scene before him, and he couldn't believe it. Just a moment ago, Fang Ling was a hero, admired by everyone. Now, in an instant, he had become a criminal that everyone wanted to beat.

And a criminal with no chance of survival!

Who was Roger? The Skinny Monkey knew very well. With Fang Ling's cultivation, how could he have killed Roger?

He was about to speak but was pulled back by someone next to him. A man who was a good friend of his whispered, "Skinny Monkey, do you want to die? The Chen family is not someone you can offend!"

The Skinny Monkey, seeing the cold gazes of the big men behind Chen Zhenghua, felt a chill in his heart. The words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.

The Chen family was indeed not someone he could offend!

He, the Skinny Monkey, still wanted to survive in Dinging City. If he offended the Chen family, not only would he suffer, but his family would also suffer.

He looked at Fang Ling with a helpless gaze. This was a good young man, and he shouldn't have teased him before.

Just as the Skinny Monkey looked at Fang Ling, he noticed that Fang Ling was also looking at him. However, there was no helpless anger in his eyes, but rather a calmness.

"Fang Ling, I hope you will reflect well in the city lord's residence. If you don't repent, it will be difficult for me to save your life!" Chen Zhenghua, having settled everything, felt a small sense of achievement.

He smiled like a cat playing with a mouse and said to Fang Ling.

A hateful insect should be shown what power is!

Do I need a reason to play with you to death?!

Fang Ling glanced at the men around him and then said calmly, "Roger is dead, but he died in a spatial rift, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Who would have thought that at your young age, you would be so stubborn. Do you think anyone will believe you?" Chen Zhenghua laughed and pointed at Master Zhao and Chief Zhang, saying, "What do you think? Do you think anyone will believe him?"

Master Zhao and Chief Zhang exchanged glances. Just as they were about to speak, someone said softly, "I believe him!"

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