Chapter 52

Standing beside him, the Wudang Sect’s leader, Song Yuanqiao, was utterly shocked. What kind of expression was this on his master’s face?

Why did it look like the expression of a wronged woman in a secluded boudoir?

Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Sect, shook his head. It must have been his eyes playing tricks on him.

"The little monk, you were quite impressive just now," the girl in the yellow robe said with admiration. Although she had seen her father in action before, she had never seen such a powerful display.

The young monk's face turned bright red, a bit shy. The girl in the yellow robe was bold and free-spirited. After a few words, they discovered they were from the same world, and both were overjoyed.

The girl in the yellow robe invited the young monk to her home as a guest, and the young monk, in a daze, agreed.

Seeing that the young monk was fine, the girl in the yellow robe ran over to Guo Jing and Huang Rong not far away. Before leaving, she gave the young monk a gentle smile, like a blooming plum blossom or a graceful orchid. The young monk felt as if he were drunk, every cell in his body dancing with joy, a hundred times more comfortable than listening to his master’s sermons.

"Junbao, are you hurt?" The young monk's master, seeing him chatting happily with the girl in the yellow robe, didn’t interrupt. But after the girl left, the young monk was still in a daze, which made him a bit worried. Had his clever little disciple’s mind been damaged?

"No, Master, I’m fine. After the fight, I feel very refreshed," the young monk said, moving his body and feeling a surge of vitality.

Hearing this, the young monk's master let out a slight sigh of relief and led the young monk away.

Following his master, the young monk suddenly felt something hard in his chest. He touched it lightly and found it was a book with a blue cover.

The pages of the book were blank, but when the young monk opened it, powerful and elegant characters leaped onto the paper. On the first page, it read, "How to Pursue a Bold and Free-Spirited Girl," with nine strategies.

The young monk cursed inwardly. The white-haired Taoist had actually placed such a book in his chest. Monks were not supposed to break the precept of lust. However, when he thought of the girl in the yellow robe’s voice and smile, he couldn’t help but put the book back in his chest and quickened his pace to follow his master.

As they passed, countless martial artists made way, forming a path.

"This little monk must be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. He fought a century-old master without breaking a sweat."

"Exactly, if the little monk had more combat experience than Zhang Sanfeng, the outcome might have been uncertain."

"Zhang Sanfeng only won because of his hundred years of cultivation."

The martial artists around them looked at the young monk with envy and respect.

The girl in the yellow robe.

"Name: Guo Xiang.

Identity: The Divine Carver and the Little Eastern Devil."

The young monk.

"Name: Zhang Junbao.

Identity: The Divine Carver and the Little Monk."

At the front, Zhou Yang watched the martial artists making way and was speechless.

To leave a deep and beautiful impression on Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao, Zhang Sanfeng had really gone all out, disregarding his age and personally directing and performing a modern martial arts drama.

His future self, showing off and flying with him, was indeed extraordinary. At least Guo Xiang really felt that Zhang Junbao was impressive just now.

Zhou Yang shook his head. Only a devoted person like Zhang Sanfeng would make such a sacrifice.

After returning to "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," news of this battle would spread quickly. Zhang Sanfeng might become a laughingstock, and his reputation in the martial world would suffer, especially after fighting a young monk for so long to determine the winner.

After the battle between Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Junbao, many martial artists would be hesitant to step onto the arena.

Buzz!

At that moment, a golden dragon-shaped gas flew toward Zhou Yang from the void.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Yang was slightly surprised. The golden dragon-shaped gas carried information from the system. This was Ao Bai’s bet, and he had actually seized the throne.

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, unlike other dynasties, it was a kingdom founded by the Manchu people, who valued martial arts. As the first warrior of the Qing, Ao Bai was naturally an idol and goal for the Eight Banners army.

His subordinates included the Plain Blue Banner and the Yellow Banner of the Eight Banners, and most of the palace guards were his men. As long as there were no major mistakes, a coup would not fail.

Ao Bai’s successful seizure of the throne made Zhou Yang even more excited about the upcoming Eight-Nation Alliance.

As time passed, most people had finished their shopping and were paying their value points and preparing to leave.

Zhou Yang became busy, but his mood was good. The value points he had almost run out, and today’s sales should provide him with a few hundred value points.

After sending off a martial artist from "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," Guo Jing and Huang Rong from "The Divine Carver" brought Guo Xiang over. Guo Jing had bought several items, and Guo Xiang was holding a bamboo dragonfly, clearly showing how much her parents doted on her.

Zhou Yang took the items from Guo Jing and calculated the value points in his mind, slightly surprised. The items Guo Jing bought were worth at least three to four thousand value points. How did he become so wealthy in just a few days?

Guo Jing, with his honest and straightforward character, wouldn’t exchange the Nine Yin Manual or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for value points, nor would he sell the Bosi Qu snake.

"Great Hero Guo, what do you plan to use for the transaction?" Zhou Yang asked curiously, wondering if he could offer something surprising.

"Heavenly Virtue Points," Guo Jing smiled.

Zhou Yang was taken aback. One Heavenly Virtue Point was worth about ten value points. Three to four thousand value points would be at least three to four hundred Heavenly Virtue Points. Saving an ordinary person’s life would earn about seven to eight Heavenly Virtue Points, so three to four hundred points would mean saving at least eighty to ninety people.

Zhou Yang believed Guo Jing had saved a hundred people, but it wasn’t enough to buy a bamboo dragonfly worth 800 value points, which would be 720 value points after a discount. These value points could be exchanged for a lot of anti-Mongol supplies.

"Can I see your Heavenly Virtue Points?" Zhou Yang asked curiously, wondering how many Heavenly Virtue Points Guo Jing had to be so generous.

Guo Jing nodded, and Zhou Yang used the system to check. Since the Multiverse Tower had become formalized, he couldn’t arbitrarily check the value points of others’ possessions without their consent.

Buzz~

Zhou Yang felt a gentle golden light shine over him, as if the entire Multiverse Tower was covered in a golden veil.

A golden wheel, about three feet in diameter, floated behind Guo Jing’s head. The aura of the golden wheel brought a sense of peace and tranquility, as if all impurities in the world would be purified by its golden light.

So many!

All the customers in the Multiverse Tower were shocked, even Zhou Yang was a bit startled.

Damn!

So many, I wonder if they could buy the entire Multiverse Tower.

"Great Hero Guo, I am Guo Tianbao, your fourth-generation great-grandnephew. Ancestor, please take me along to show off and fly."

"Great Hero Guo, my father was once your friend. Can you share some experience on how to gain Heavenly Virtue Points? Please take me along!"

"Great Hero Guo, do you remember? I attended the martial arts conference you held last time. I’ve always been your loyal supporter. Please take me along!"

"Great Hero Guo, please take me along! Please take me along!..."

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