437: Chapter 437 Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it!

The moment Jin Buhuan turned to flee, Hua Nongying's seductive voice drifted into his ears like a ghost he couldn't shake off.

"Young Master is in such a hurry, where are you trying to go?"

Jin Buhuan felt his heart tremble as a strong sense of fatigue instantly surged through his entire body.

All his strength seemed to be drained away, and his whole body went limp.

The bloody battlefield before his eyes instantly transformed into a hazy peach blossom forest filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

A sweet aroma drifted through the air, and every peach blossom smiled gently at him.

Deep within the peach forest, Hua Nongying was dressed in thin pink gauze, her figure enchanting, looking at him with a beaming smile.

Peach blossoms were nestled in her black hair; with a turn of her seductive eyes, she was full of charm.

"You... what did you do to me?!"

A flicker of struggle and alertness flashed in Jin Buhuan's eyes.

But that struggle was quickly and completely overwhelmed by obsession and surrender.

He felt as if he had fallen into the deepest dream.

All worries vanished into thin air, leaving only enjoyment and indulgence.

He only wished to remain intoxicated in this land of gentle dreams, never to wake up.

His Divine Soul seemed to be sucked away by those Soul-hooking fox eyes.

"It's nothing."

Hua Nongying extended her slender jade fingers, lightly stroking the edge of the Gold-Threaded Jade Clothes on Jin Buhuan's chest.

Her breath was like orchids, the warm air brushing past his ear, bringing a wave of numbness.

"I just wanted to invite Young Master to stay and play with This humble servant for a bit~"

Her voice was seductive to the bone, every note carrying a heart-bewitching power.

Jin Buhuan's will was completely gone.

His eyes were hollow, and he was completely stunned, standing there foolishly like a marionette.

The corners of his mouth were even glistening, as if he were immersed in a beauty's embrace.

Just a split second before he completely lost consciousness, he caught a glimpse of a golden figure from the corner of his eye.

That figure was charging fiercely towards him with a menacing Aura!

It was that fat man who had been hiding behind Su Chen, looking like the most cowardly one!

He was holding up a giant golden shield; where was there even a hint of cowardice left on his face?

It was clearly a face full of sinister smiles, his eyes filled with a vicious look of pleasure!

This scene scared him so much his Soul almost Flew Away and his Spirit Scattered, nearly jolting him awake from the illusion!

BOOM!

A deafening roar rang out like a clap of thunder.

Jin Buhuan felt as if his face had been struck hard by a great mountain falling from the sky!

The sharp pain instantly shattered the illusion woven by Hua Nongying into pieces!

The intense pain caused him to instantly snap awake from the illusion.

The scene before him changed abruptly.

The peach blossom forest was gone, replaced by Qian Duoduo's malicious, fat face and that gold-glinting giant shield right in front of him!

However, before he could even react...

An even more violent offensive followed immediately!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

One dull impact after another rang out incessantly, like the beating of a drum.

Qian Duoduo was like a crazed bully at this moment.

He used the Treasure Gathering Shield to frantically slap Jin Buhuan's once-handsome, but now distorted and deformed face, over and over again!

Every impact was accompanied by his excited roars.

"Who are you calling a pauper!"

"Who are you saying has worse gear than you!"

Qian Duoduo cursed as he slapped, spit flying everywhere.

He played the role of a sycophant basking in reflected glory to the extreme, venting all the resentment he felt from being provoked by Jin Buhuan earlier!

He felt comfortable all over, every pore clamoring with pleasure.

Poor Jin Buhuan was fixed in place by Hua Nongying's charm technique.

Though briefly awake, his body was stiff and he could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as that gold-glinting shield continuously enlarged in front of his eyes, enlarging further and then smashing down violently!

His once-handsome face was soon beaten into a bloody mess, his features all crooked.

Blood flowed constantly from his mouth as he spat out broken teeth; even his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him now.

He wanted to scream, but only painful groans could escape his throat.

The battle ended extremely quickly.

So fast that Jin Buhuan hadn't even reacted yet.

His group of once-blustering followers had been torn apart by Jian Buping's Sword Qi, smashed into meat paste by Monk Jie Se's Vajra Pestle, and lost their minds to the charm techniques of Hua Nongying and her disciples before killing each other; in the end, they were all as dead as could be.

The entire Duanhun Valley was a river of blood.

Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere.

A thick, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with the scent of scorched flesh and death, rushed to the head, making this ominous place seem even more eerie and terrifying.

The wreckage of broken Magic Treasures and crushed stones bore witness to this one-sided slaughter.

When Su Chen slowly walked up to Jin Buhuan, this once-insufferable Divine Son of the Baoguang Realm had completely turned into a pile of limp mud, with only one breath left.

He lay on the ground, his body twitching incessantly.

His eyes were filled with the terror of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and he was green with regret.

Su Chen looked down at him as if he were observing a bedbug.

His eyebrows were furrowed, looking a bit impatient.

He casually lifted his foot and lightly stepped right on Jin Buhuan's chest.

"That's it?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

His voice was lazy, yet it carried a chill that pressured the Soul.

"Aren't you known as the Divine Son of the Baoguang Realm?"

"Where is your precious light? Why isn't it shining anymore? Hmm?"

He even ground his toe down lightly.

Jin Buhuan let out a muffled groan.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to wail, to question.

But the injuries to his face were too severe, his bones were shattered.

His mouth was smashed so badly he could hardly close it, and only painful whimpers remained in his throat.

Looking at his miserable state, there was not a hint of sympathy in Su Chen's eyes, only a spectator's cold indifference.

He slowly leaned down, as if admiring something.

Under Jin Buhuan's gaze, which was filled with terror and resentment, Su Chen leisurely reached out and easily slipped that gleaming Storage Ring off the hand that was clenching tightly but had no strength left.

His movements were very relaxed, taking the ring calmly and directly.

[Even though this guy is an idiot, he is still a Divine Son after all.]

[There should be quite a few good things in the ring, right?]

[Well, consider it compensation for the mental stress of wasting my precious time.]

Su Chen weighed the Storage Ring in his hand; it felt heavy, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He might be rich, but who would complain about having more money?

Plucking feathers from every passing goose had always been Su Chen's habit.

Especially when encountering a fat sheep that delivered itself to his door—it would be a waste not to slaughter it.

"Beat it."

Su Chen spoke two words indifferently, then lightly flicked his foot; a burst of power suddenly erupted, kicking Jin Buhuan away like a rag doll, where he crashed heavily onto the ground in the distance, kicking up a spray of blood and filth.

"Next time, remember to bring some wealthier people."

Su Chen's tone was somewhat nonchalant, like bargaining with a street vendor, yet also like admonishing an ignorant child who needed to know their place.

Jin Buhuan seemed to have received a pardon.

At this moment, he had nothing left except the desire to stay alive.

He scrambled away on all fours, leading the few followers who had luckily survived and were similarly scared witless, as they fled pathetically from this Shura Hell they would never forget.

Their retreating figures looked exceptionally lonely and pitiful under the setting sun.

Having resolved this little interlude...

Su Chen turned his head and glanced at his "teammates" behind him, who hadn't had enough fun and were even overexcited.

Jian Buping was stroking the starfall sword lovingly, his eyes flashing with a thirst for power and a fanaticism for Su Chen.

Monk Jie Se wore his gold-glinting kasaya, his Vajra Pestle planted on the ground.

His head was lowered as he continued to chant the Rebirth Mantra for those he had personally "delivered," performing the rites with such peace of mind.

Hua Nongying and her two disciples stood elegantly, their Rainbow Feather Garments shimmering with radiance.

Their seductive Aura lingered, and their gazes fell on Su Chen from time to time, filled with unexplainable emotions.

Qian Duoduo, the original coward, was now obsessively wiping the Treasure Gathering Shield stained with Jin Buhuan's blood, muttering things like, "Let's see who dares to look down on me now."

Looking at this group, each one stranger than the last, Su Chen only felt mentally exhausted, and his temples throbbed slightly.

[What kind of 'Hidden Dragon and Crouching Phoenix' team have I brought along?]

[Every single one is more excited about fighting than me, they don't hold back when collecting loot, and they even perform funeral rites with such gusto.]

[Forget it, I'd better find a place to Cultivate quickly and get away from these abnormal fellows.]

He shook his head, gave a long stretch, and then turned to walk toward Tianjiao City.

"Back to the city."

His voice carried a hint of fatigue that simply wouldn't dissipate.

"Find a place; I need to Cultivate properly for a bit."

Right now, he only wanted to be far away from this bunch of abnormal people.

However, he did not know that an even bigger storm was waiting for him in Tianjiao City.