Chaos Spirit Field

Ouyang Shaogong gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh, realizing he had finally become the very person he once despised. He silently stared at Qian Shishi, whose face was as pale as paper, her eyes closed, lying on the bed. Then he began to perform a mysterious and ancient ritual.

Time ticked by, and after a full hour, a bitter smile appeared on Ouyang Shaogong's pale face. Luckily, he had finally completed the transformation ritual. At this moment, Qian Shishi's eyes slowly opened, and her lips parted as she uttered, "Shishi greets the Master."

Ouyang Shaogong frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Shishi, who stole my storage bag?"

"Reporting to the master, it is Zhao Shanhe."

Qian Shishi's answer shocked Ouyang Shaogong. She turned out to be the most unlikely person. He pressed on, "Why did Zhao Shanhe steal my storage bag?"

"Master, I don't know the reason. Perhaps he is just used to stealing."

Ouyang Shaogong suddenly felt someone was watching from outside the house, so he lowered his voice and said to Qian Shishi, "Shishi, make some noise."

"As ordered."

At this moment, standing outside the door, Lu Buwei heard the heart-pounding, blood-boiling sounds coming from inside the house again. He couldn't help but get angry and cursed in a low voice: "This pair of dogs and bitches are really energetic!"

Ouyang Shaogong is in no mood to enjoy himself now. He is thinking about what to do in the future. In three years, Qian Shishi will be exposed and become a real dead person, and he himself will face endless pursuit by the Chamber of Commerce.

A month later, Qian Shishi announced that she would go into seclusion, and Ouyang Shaogong disappeared. His exact whereabouts became a mystery. Also missing was the lecherous old naughty boy Zhou Baitong.

Zhao Shanhe's reputation as a disaster star was well-deserved; wherever he went, something would happen. He had no idea that a single small action of his could potentially change the landscape of the continent.

The Nanzhou Tianmo Sect is currently holding a grand event, a marriage ceremony for their third daughter, Yang Xiaochan. This marriage ceremony offers few restrictions; participants can participate by meeting two requirements: age under fifty and cultivation at or above the Core Formation stage. Male cultivators who meet these requirements simply need to pay a registration fee of 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones to qualify. The man who successfully stands on the stage will become Yang Xiaochan's husband.

Zhao Shanhe felt something was amiss, but he still paid a hundred thousand spirit stones and took the stage. Clad in white armor and wielding a gleaming silver spear, he stood on the stage, his handsome features radiating from him. He shouted, "I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan! You are like ants, retreat now! I will bring my beauty home today. Hey, watchmen, they are all intimidated by my aura! Why don't you announce the results now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately angered the crowd in the audience. A handsome young man leaped onto the stage and said to Zhao Shanhe, "Zhao Zilong, stop being so arrogant! Watch how I, Lei Heng, will chop off your head!"

Hearing the other party's introduction, Zhao Shanhe sneered and responded: "Hmph! You are a poor guy who can't even afford the registration fee. Who gave you the courage to come on stage and challenge? Doesn't the Demon Sect care about this?" His words were full of contempt and sarcasm.

Before he could finish his words, Yang Lingtian, who was guarding the ring, took action. He said, "If you want to fight, go pay the registration fee first. Anyone who dares to disrespect the Third Young Lady will be killed!"

A palm print appeared out of thin air and struck Lei Heng on the ring, instantly reducing him to pulp. Zhao Shanhe stood there in a daze, a moment before he recovered. He spoke tremblingly, "Excellent palm technique! My love for the Third Miss is like an endless sea, surging and unstoppable. Senior, I feel that the registration fee of 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones is disrespectful to the Third Miss. How about changing it to 100,000 high-grade spirit stones?"

This statement immediately caused a commotion and discussion in the audience. Someone couldn't help but question, "Zhao Zilong, you are too arrogant! You speak so arrogantly, as if you can easily take out 100,000 high-grade spirit stones."

Zhao Shanhe responded without hesitation: "You poor fellows are so narrow-minded that you don't know what real wealth is. What are a mere 100,000 high-grade spirit stones to me? Even a chair of mine is worth far more than that!"

The man in the arena was clearly unconvinced and retorted, "Everyone can brag! What kind of material is your chair made of? How dare you boast so much about it being worth 100,000 spirit stones?"

Zhao Shanhe showed a trace of disdain and arrogance on his face, and sneered: "Today, I will let you country bumpkins broaden your horizons and see what a truly priceless treasure is! Just open your eyes and watch..."

Before he could finish his words, a massive, ornate chair suddenly appeared on the stage. Carved entirely from pure, high-grade spiritual stone, it shone with dazzling light and emanated a rich spiritual energy. Just from its appearance, it was clear it was no ordinary item.

Zhao Shanhe slumped down on the chair with a smug look on his face. He then looked at the person who had questioned him provocatively and said, "Well, now you believe it! You've seen it! This is my chair. Isn't it worth far more than a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones? You guys, who have never seen the world, dare to compete with me for a woman. Do you have the strength to do so?"

At this moment, the entire scene fell into silence. Everyone was shocked by the extremely luxurious chair before them. How rich must one be to have such a high-grade spirit stone to make such a chair?

The man below the ring was instantly intimidated when he saw the chair. This Zhao Zilong was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend. He knelt on the ground and said, "Mr. Zhao, I didn't recognize the Endless Sea. I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me and treat me like a fart."

Zhao Shanhe nodded in satisfaction and said, "You're sensible. I'll be magnanimous and let you go. Senior, can we raise the registration fee? Without even a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones, how can we bring happiness to the Third Miss? Don't you agree?"

The corners of Yang Lingtian's mouth twitched and he closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind. No matter how rich he was, he should not waste spirit stones like this.

At this moment, a man jumped onto the stage and said, "Boy, stop being so arrogant. I, Wang Ying, will meet you."

Zhao Shanhe said disdainfully, "You dare to spy on the Third Young Lady with your appearance? You're as thick as a jar, but not as tall as a jar, and all you have except your butt is your waist. You look like a water jar that has become a spirit. You're the first cultivator to look like this, and there will never be another like you."

Wang Ying was furious. He had developed a deformed body due to practicing an incomplete physical training technique, and he hated it most when people used his appearance to criticize him. He angrily said, "Boy, I'm going to stuff your head up my ass to make this go away."