Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!

A fourth-tier weapon, garbage?

The youth's face darkened with frustration as he fled, not daring to look back.

The geniuses couldn't help but retort.

Little did they know, Chen Pingping casually took out a royal Divine Weapon and said, "You can use this for now! If it's not suitable, I'll find another."

Everyone: "..."

"Don't you have Spiritual Milk Jade on you? What do you need so many Spirit Stones for? And these Spirit Pills are of such low grade, even a dog would disdain them."

"The Spiritual Medicine wasn't preserved properly; all the Spirit Qi inside has already dissipated."

"Inferior Spirit Pills!"

Chen Pingping was speechless. "A bunch of trash!" He paused, then added, "Although we are poor, we still have standards, don't we?"

When he called the fourth-tier weapons trash, many geniuses couldn't help but retort. They were glad that he then took out a royal Divine Weapon.

Alright! He's incredible!

But Chen Pingping actually pointed at the pile of Spirit Stones, Spirit Pills, and Spiritual Medicines, calling them trash.

How absurd. Simply unforgivable. You may be powerful, you may be formidable, but that doesn't mean you can look down on cultivation resources. Keep in mind that even a Great Emperor once used inferior resources and climbed up from a low realm step by step.

They rolled up their sleeves and strode over.

"These Spirit Stones of mine are quite pure and rich in Spirit Qi. Though you may not need them, you can use them to buy things. Take them!" Chen Pingping took out a pile of Spirit Stones.

Yes, a whole pile.

The geniuses who were about to confront him suddenly froze.

"As for Spiritual Medicine, your Senior Brother is rather poor, so I'll give you a few hundred plants first."

"..."

"There are many types of Spirit Pills. Use them with care, and learn to distinguish them later," Chen Pingping said.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Rather poor? A few hundred plants? And look at the Spirit Pills—at least three hundred of them! Oh my!

Diwu Qingrou, Alan, Liu Changqing—those peerless geniuses—all stared wide-eyed, watching the scene in disbelief.

Zi Ji was also shocked. Though she was the princess of the Netherworld, she was a princess in name only. In fact, her situation was more wretched than many others in the Netherworld. In eight or nine reincarnations, she had never once cultivated, so naturally, she had never seen such precious cultivation resources.

But here was this Senior Brother of hers, casually pulling out a large quantity, all while claiming he was poor.

Really poor?

Nearby, Guang Xiaoyu, eyes brimming with tears, said, "Senior Brother, I want some too."

"Shut your mouth!" Chen Pingping scolded. "During this time, reflect on your mistakes."

I... she thought, utterly bewildered. Other than not bringing Little Junior Sister back to the Imperial Dynasty in time, and unilaterally deciding to charge into the Bai Family's estate and go on a killing spree... what else had I done wrong? Could it be because of the plundering? That's a minor issue, right?

Guang Xiaoyu's face was etched with grievance; this time, she was truly hurt. From the time she joined Wuji Sect's Qingfeng until now, Chen Pingping had never given her so many cultivation resources. Her training had been like being left to fend for herself.

But for Zi Ji, whatever she wanted, she got.

The entire Holy Land was shocked by Chen Pingping's astounding generosity.

「After a long while...」

The Saintess returned, accompanied by an old woman. The old woman, squinting her eyes, sized up Chen Pingping and said with a smile, "Young man, you're quite good."

"Greetings, Senior!" Chen Pingping bowed.

"Are you interested in joining our Holy Land?" the old woman asked with a smile.

The moment she spoke, an uproar erupted from the crowd below. They had seen countless forces poach from Holy Lands, but they had never seen a Holy Land poach from someone else. This was a first.

It was clear that the upper echelons of the Holy Land liked Chen Pingping very much!

When you think about it, it makes sense. Chen Pingping is no ordinary genius.

Before he could utter a word, the old woman continued, "Don't be in a hurry to respond—you can think it over. In addition... I can promise that if you join the Holy Land, you will become the contemporary Saint Heir, and you can engage in dual cultivation with the Saintess."

"Ah?" the Saintess exclaimed, her face flushing crimson in an instant. When she looked at Chen Pingping again, her emotions churned. For some reason, her heart filled with unease—a mix of nervousness and fear. She was nervous Chen Pingping might agree, yet also afraid he might refuse.

She had to admit, Chen Pingping was indeed exceptional, far surpassing ordinary talents.

Down below, the various geniuses all stood with their mouths agape.

To recruit Chen Pingping, the Holy Land is actually willing to sacrifice its Saintess. Isn't this price too great?

Chen Pingping, however, shook his head. "I choose to refuse."

His reply was very straightforward.

This answer made everyone tremble. They stared in disbelief, their eyes wide and tongues tied. Not even consider it? That's the Saintess, the second-ranked beauty in the Central Continent!

Even the old woman paused for a moment before asking with a smile, "Why?"

"I like freedom; I don't like being restrained," Chen Pingping replied.

"You won't reconsider?"

"No reconsideration!"

"What if we add a Divine Weapon?"

"I have them!"

"Imperial Way-grade ones!"

"Those too!"

"Sacred Soldiers!"

"Got 'em!"

"..."

Since he didn't have to actually produce them, Chen Pingping casually replied, "I came here only to borrow the Heavenly Book. I'll return it once I'm finished."

The old woman nodded. "The Heavenly Book is no ordinary item. It contains Divine Radiance, which illuminates all things in heaven and earth, allowing one to perceive the past and future... However, ordinary people cannot activate it. Among the younger generation, only the Saintess is capable of doing so."

Chen Pingping understood and chuckled lightly. "Rest assured, Senior, I can do it."

The old woman felt an urge to cough up blood. Have I not made myself clear? You want to borrow the Heavenly Book? Fine! Marry the Saintess! It doesn't matter if you join the Holy Land or not, as long as you're tied to us!

Chen Pingping's reply was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for deliberation. It was as if he were telling the Holy Land: "Can I borrow it? If not, then forget it."

He wanted the Heavenly Book, but it wasn't an absolute necessity.

But the Saintess is standing right there! Couldn't you be a little more tactful? She's the second most beautiful woman in the Central Continent, and her strength is top-tier! Countless young men across the Central Continent covet her. And you... honestly!

Guang Xiaoyu snickered from the side.

Zi Ji blinked.

The distant geniuses looked as if they had seen a ghost. Their emotions were a tumultuous rollercoaster, a maelstrom of feelings, and they could only think one thing: What a beast!

In the field, only the Saintess looked downcast, her once bright gaze dimming considerably.

"Is that possible?" Chen Pingping asked again.

"Since you've put it that way, young friend, if the Holy Land were to refuse, wouldn't it make us seem petty?" the old woman said. "However, there is one more question."

"Please speak!"

"Just now, young friend, you stated that Chong Tower is not within any Life Prohibited Zone. How did you determine this?"

"I've been there."

"To all of them?"

"Yes!"

"What lies in the depths of the Youming Sea?"

"A massive Demon Beast, and... a solitary grave," Chen Pingping said, his eyes narrowing.

Upon hearing the words "solitary grave," the old woman furrowed her brow, not understanding why he would bring this up.

Chen Pingping continued, "As I passed the solitary grave, a voice emerged from within. It said its name was Jing Yangtian."

This was a senior of the Holy Land. In his prime, he had sought to conquer the Youming Sea but met his end there. Dying, he buried himself on a lone island. Chen Pingping, passing by coincidentally, awakened the final wisp of Jing Yangtian's lingering obsession. The voice had said, "Do not come. They are very strong."