A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

Suddenly, a tremendous force pulled them into the alley, and the next instant, a cold blade was pressed against their necks.

Sheng He's face was half-hidden in shadow. She gripped her sword, her tone chilling: "Who sent you?"

"me……"

Sheng He's eyes were sharp. He slowly pushed the sword forward a few inches, and a bloody mark immediately appeared on the necks of the two men.

"One is in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and the other is in the late stage of Qi Refining. If I were to kill you here, do you think your master would avenge you?"

The man trembled violently, tears streaming down his face, and immediately shouted:

"Spare me! Fairy, spare me! I'll tell you everything!"

"It's Young Master Wang!"

"Young Master Wang said that if we follow you, we will make sure you can't leave Sheng'an City."

"Young Master Wang?" A long, thin face immediately flashed into Sheng He's mind. "Wang Zheng?"

"Yes Yes!"

“Go back and tell your young master to stop following me! Otherwise…”

Sheng He sneered and put down his sword: "Get lost!"

The two men scrambled away from there in a panic.

"You guys get out too!"

There was no movement around.

Sheng He raised his head and looked at the rooftops and treetops not far away. With a slight twist of his wrist, five darts were immediately launched.

Only after hearing a series of thuds and screams, confirming that all the tails following behind him were gone, did Sheng He quickly leave the alley.

The woman in gray was still searching for Sheng He's figure on the street, sweating profusely. She was anxious and quickened her pace unconsciously. She tripped over something and was about to fall when a slender hand steadily supported her.

"Don't rush, walk slowly, no one is following us anymore."

The woman in gray looked at the unfamiliar face before her and was about to turn away when she caught a familiar scent. She tentatively asked, "Are you... Miss Sheng?"

"Ah."

As if sensing her inability to walk, the hand supported her. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Miss Sheng."

“Miss Sheng, now that I am safe, could you please return the mermaid to me? I would like to offer you 50,000 mid-grade spirit stones as a token of my gratitude.”

"No rush, what's your name?"

“My name is A Yuan, Miss Sheng. This mermaid is really important to me. If 50,000 spirit stones aren’t enough, I…I…”

"One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand spirit stones, can you get them?"

"One hundred thousand?"

A Yuan paused for a moment, then unconsciously touched his injured thigh.

"Yes, I can get it, Miss Sheng, you..."

"What about two hundred thousand?" Sheng He raised an eyebrow, lowered her head, and looked at A Yuan seriously. "Give me two hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones, and I'll return this mermaid to you. How about it?"

"Two hundred thousand..."

A Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Sheng He with some helplessness: "I..."

“If you can’t give me that many spirit stones, I’ll sell the mermaid to someone else, like that fat guy.”

Chen Zichuan: Okay, okay, sell it to me quickly.

"Two hundred thousand..."

A Yuan clenched the hem of her clothes, her legs trembling uncontrollably, but her gaze suddenly hardened when it fell on Sheng He's sleeve.

"Okay, I promise you!"

“Miss Sheng, this mermaid is very important to me. Please give me two days. I will definitely gather 200,000 spirit stones for you within two days.”

A series of stinging sensations came from her scalp. Sheng He took a few broken hairs from the three small hairpins and then casually cast a spell to freeze her.

She glanced at A Yuan's legs and chuckled, "No rush. Flying is prohibited within the city. We'll talk about everything once we're outside."

Three Little Radishes: We just want to remind you that we haven't done anything wrong, and it's definitely not a personal vendetta.

After leaving the city, Sheng He took out Ao Shuang and was about to leave Sheng An City when a whooshing sound came from behind. Sheng He quickly pulled A Yuan aside to dodge.

A long spear plunged straight into the spot where Sheng He had just stood, raising clouds of dust and causing the surrounding ground to collapse slightly.

Sheng He shielded A Yuan behind her and looked up at the newcomer.

He was a middle-aged man who looked like he was used to a life of luxury. He wore a purple robe, his hair was tied up with a gemstone hairpin, and he exuded an air of nobility.

Chen Yuanhua stood on the city wall, looking down at Sheng He.

There were no civilians outside the city, and the city gates had been closed long ago after Sheng He and the others left the city. A dozen men in black emerged from the dense forest outside the city and surrounded Sheng He and A Yuan.

This is a grand feast specially prepared for Shenghe.

Chen Yuanhua leaped down from the city wall, drew his spear, and pointed the sharp, silvery-white tip directly at Sheng He.

"Hand over the mermaids, and I might consider sparing your lives."

“No…don’t…” A Yuan tugged at Sheng He’s sleeve, his face full of tension and unease. “I will definitely give you the spirit stone, you mustn’t give the spirit…mermaid to them.”

Feeling the restless spiritual energy stirring in her dantian, Sheng He gently curled her lips and whispered in A Yuan's ear, "Don't rush. Remember to run far away later, the farther the better."

Under A Yuan's puzzled gaze, Sheng He slapped her chest, and Ao Shuang instantly soared into the air.

A Yuan's eyes widened. The next moment, a huge gust of wind came, and by the time she reacted, Ao Shuang had already carried her far away.

She stared in shock at the churning black clouds above Sheng'an City. Before she could even worry about the mermaid and Sheng He, a giant bolt of purple lightning streaked down from the clouds and struck straight at Sheng'an City.

"You...what do you want to do!"

As Chen Yuanhua watched the spiritual energy continuously leaking from Sheng He's body, he suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder startled Chen Yuanhua, who finally realized what Sheng He was about to do and retreated hastily.

"Are you crazy! You're going to undergo tribulation at this time!"

Sheng He kept her eyes tightly closed, cold sweat constantly dripping from her forehead. In her dantian, the wood and earth spiritual roots, after being tempered by spiritual energy time and time again, emitted a crystal-clear light. In the center of the five spiritual roots, a small golden core phantom had already formed.

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap resounded, and a giant bolt of purple lightning struck down.

The lightning tribulation did not harm mortals. Chen Yuanhua hurriedly tried to hide in the city, but before he could escape into the city, the ground in front of him was scorched black by the lightning.

A large patch of dark clouds loomed over Sheng He's head, with lightning churning and roaring within the clouds. Then, flashes of lightning appeared, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, each containing immense power.

Sheng He took a deep breath and looked up at the large expanse of dark clouds.

Countless bolts of lightning struck her, and a tremendous electric current surged through her body, making every inch of her flesh and bones feel as if they were being crushed and then pieced back together.

Sheng He knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but forced himself to stand up again.

Her internal organs felt as if they were being ripped apart. Thunder rumbled incessantly in the sky, and bolts of lightning fell without pause, yet Sheng He stubbornly stood there, refusing to fall.