Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 126 How could someone give up Spiritual Stones just for the sake of dignity?
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Ascending to heaven and riding on Tissot?
There were some people watching the live broadcast, and they couldn't help but type a reply.

[Ascending to the Immortal Realm and stepping on the Sky Shuttle? I'm also the Immortal Emperor's Cloud Piercing Arrow! Come on, come on, I'm right here. If you don't come, just call me daddy! @Long Xiang Shaozhu]

Ok?
The people at the scene who were doing the wording were stunned.

Did I just tag some weird name?

When he wanted to scroll up, the comment had already been pushed to nowhere.

"There's really all sorts of people on TikTok. Even ascending to heaven and stepping on a celestial shuttle? Immortal-level flying boats just pop up in your mouth, right? Are you kidding me?"

Before he could finish his words, a huge shadow suddenly fell from the dome.

The gilded immortal boat, which was a hundred miles long, blocked out the sky and the sun. The beast head carved on the bow of the boat was swallowing and spewing out the Nine Netherworld Fire. Seventy-two sword cultivators who had transcended the tribulation were lined up on both sides.

The word "Taixu" embroidered on the sleeve of the Mahayana Venerable made countless people's pupils shrink.

It seems that the identity of this Mahayana Venerable is just the "security captain", otherwise why doesn't he sit in the flying boat?
"This, this, this."

"The immortal boat of the Taixu Sword Hidden Family?"

Li Wanjun frowned, then waved her hand, signaling to let him go.

The owner of the flying boat seemed to know that the holy land was transcendent and could not be insulted, so upon entering the Yaochi, he immediately shrank into a single-person flying boat.

The immortal boat shrank to the size of a walnut and fell into the palm of a fat young man.

The cloud-climbing boots inlaid with star marrow jingled as they stepped on the jade steps of Yaochi. The person coming was none other than Douyin's most wealthy person.

Young Master Long Xiang!

This guy often shows up on live broadcasts to show off his wealth, and there are many fans of his at the scene.

"Who was that idiot who tagged me just now? And asked me to call him daddy? Stand up!"

Damn it?

The weird face of the person who just typed the words turned pale on the spot.

The ID I tagged seems to be Young Master Long Xiang!
I knew that Young Master Long Xiang was quite wealthy, but I didn't expect that he would travel in a flying boat that cost tens of millions of spirit stones.

"I lost it? I thought Young Master Long Xiang's work was a script, but I didn't expect it to be realistic."

"Young Master Long Xiang? Is that Young Master? Young Master!"

Young Master Long Xiang’s true fans at the scene cheered wildly.

"I'm your fan! I'm an 18th-level fan! I even gave you a sports car when you started your live show last night!"

"Young Master Long Xiang: Thank you for this poor idiot's small gift."

"Who is this young master's fan?"

"Me! Me!"

The fanatic raised his hands frantically.

"Master, take a photo with me, Master! I'm such a fan of yours, I'm going to show you my fan card!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Young Master Long Xiang pinched his nose and took two steps back, saying with disgust on his face.

"You're dressed like a loser and you still have the nerve to ask for a photo?"

As he spoke, he threw out a storage bag embroidered with a Pixiu pattern.

"Use it to buy something that looks like a decent person."

"I"

In public.

The monk's face turned red instantly.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then they looked at Young Master Long Xiang with somewhat unfriendly eyes, and many people shouted angrily.

"Young Master Long Xiang's behavior is truly too bad!"

"Too arrogant. What's so great about a little money? Who cares?"

"This boy should not be made a close friend."

"I can't figure it out. What kind of cultivator would like a streamer like Young Master Long Xiang?"

"What's wrong with being rich? Even if you're rich, I still look down on you if you have no moral integrity!"

Some disciples of Haoran Academy couldn't help but stand up and talk.

"As the sage said: 'Wealth without virtue is like wearing brocade at night; though beautiful, no one sees it. Virtue without wealth is like the bright moon in the sky; though dark, it shines brightly.'"

"A rich man without virtue is like a tiger with wings, and disaster will surely come upon him. A poor man with virtue is like a bamboo after frost, and his joints become more steadfast."

"Regarding wealth as external possessions and morality as the foundation of one's conduct, this is the way of a gentleman!"

"I, Liu Haoran, am truly ashamed of a cultivator with such behavior!"

"well said!"

Everyone gave warm applause to this academy student who spoke out for justice.

The fan who was humiliated by Young Master Long Xiang just now also gave him a grateful look.

Some seniors also nodded in admiration.

"Yes, what comes out of the mouth of a scholar is reasonable."

"Comparing the two, the difference is obvious."

"He has money but no morals. Haha, I can only say that God has blessed this dandy with a good background."

Look at everyone's reaction.

Liu Haoran was secretly delighted. He didn't expect that he would get a big one on a whim!
It is conceivable that from now on, just starting a live broadcast will attract hundreds of thousands or even millions of fans!
Those academy disciples who were a little slower in speaking were extremely upset.

Rich but no morals.

This is all what the teacher said in class.

Why didn’t I think of it just now?

"Hey."

"I missed out on a great opportunity to become an internet celebrity!"

Coincidentally, at this moment, the level 18 fan opened the storage bag that the young master had thrown to him and was immediately shocked. "This! Young master, you..."

"Hey~"

Young Master Long Xiang waved his chubby hands proudly.

"Aren't you an eighteenth-level fan of this young master? There are 180 million spirit stones in there. Use them to dress yourself up. If you want to take a photo with this young master, you should at least wear Black Swan, right?"

Take less?

Many people scratched their ears in disbelief.

Did you just say Duo Shao?

"One hundred and eighty?"

"Should it be one hundred and eighty?"

"Haha."

"It must be one hundred and eighty!"

"How could someone give away 180 million spirit stones for no reason?"

"Right!!"

Seeing others get more than one million spirit stones for no reason, some people feel that it is even more painful than killing themselves.

"Damn, I'm so jealous! Young Master, I was wrong. I'm willing to be your dog!"

"Master, I can eat your foot skin, thank you!"

"I can use my tongue to wash the young master's feet! I can clean the dirt from the toes and even the toenails! I don't want a million, just give me 100,000 a month, 50,000 is fine!"

"Get lost! I, Ouyang Zi, will take this job for 10,000 spirit stones!"

"Didn't you just say you didn't care about dirty money?"

"I'm sorry, I admit that I was too pretentious just now."

Faced with the pleading of countless lickers, Young Master Long Xiang didn't even raise his head and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Who said that just now about a saint and all that blessing and virtue?"

"It's you?"

Young Master Long Xiang saw Liu Haoran, who was feeling uneasy, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, you are indeed a scholar. My father likes me to make friends with scholars, so I want to make friends with you."

Before Liu Haoran could speak, Young Master Long Xiang threw another storage bag over.

"I have no other hobbies in making friends except giving out money."

The former swallowed his saliva and looked at the spirit stones in his storage bag that he could never earn in his lifetime.

What integrity?
What face?
What big internet celebrity?

All broken into pieces.

It’s better to be a friend of Young Master Long Xiang!

He took off his scholar's robe on the spot and ran to follow Young Master Long Xiang to act as his lackey.

No one mocked Liu Haoran, there was only jealousy in their eyes.

As the saying goes, there is a golden house in books. Liu Haoran just cashed it in. What did he do wrong?

"Whoever just said that this young master is bragging, stand up!"

Is Brother Fu still thinking about this?

The monsters at the scene just now were about to cry. Why did they taunt me for no reason?

Don’t think that Young Master Long Xiang can’t find me for the time being.

But money can make the world go round.

As long as the price is high enough, someone will naturally take the initiative to go to the official live broadcast room of Yao Chi Holy Land and turn out the barrage of comments one by one.

Now many smart people have started to read the comments.
Done
But now that there are so many people here, Young Master Long Xiang shouldn't do anything to me, right?

Just when the weirdo was hesitating and about to stand up and admit it.

An equally arrogant voice suddenly emerged from behind him.

"That's right, it's my turn. What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"

Strange scene:?

"Fake rich? It's you, kid!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhen Youqian opened his folding fan, and the four characters "started from scratch" on the fan made Young Master Longxiang's eyelids twitch.

"What's the point of relying on your ancestors' influence to show off? With your character, you still want to buy a supreme custom-made model? You don't deserve it!"

"I'm not worthy of you!"

"Am I unworthy? I single-handedly helped the family expand its sales channels. A single livestream can bring in hundreds of millions of spirit stones for the family. What about you?"

Zhen Youqian glared at Young Master Long Xiang with disdain and continued to mock him.

"Let's put the facts aside."

"Besides inheriting your family's hidden sect, the dozen or so sets of immortal artifacts and dozens of immortal boats your father left you, and fifty veins of top-grade spirit stone mines, what else do you have?"

"You! Are! What!?"

Zhen Youqian's words were full of wisdom, and they made Young Master Long Xiang's face turn pale and blue.

Facts aside.

It seems that he is indeed not as successful as Zhen Youqian?

Sometimes Young Master Long Xiang also hates his identity as a rich second-generation.

Because he has never tasted the taste of trouble.

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument with Zhen Youqian, the angry Young Master Long Xiang immediately turned around and shouted at Huang Wansan on the stage.

"Where's that supreme custom phone? Pack it for me, I want them all!"

Want them all?
Jiang Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly had his eyes light up.

(End of this chapter)