59: A truly extraordinary sight: Young Master Wang got beaten up by money!

"Ya ya ya ya!"

"Charge! For our great new master!"

"Kill that poor and stingy old master!"

These Spirit Stone soldiers couldn't actually speak.

But in the minds of every Cultivator present, these comical yet cold lines surfaced in unison.

Su Chen's short and lethal command was like a divine oracle, instantly igniting the Souls of the "rebel army."

Wang Teng's money had gone mad.

They brandished small wooden sticks and stones in their hands, marching with an arrogant stride and a determination of "are kings and nobles born to their stations?" as they launched a suicidal charge toward Wang Teng.

Wang Teng was completely stunned.

In all his years, even in his wildest dreams, he never dared to imagine that one day he would be beaten by his own money!

What the hell is this!

"Get lost! You damn traitors! Get away from This Young Master!"

Shocked and enraged, Wang Teng's Fifth Heaven Saint Realm Aura erupted, attempting to completely crush these annoying little things.

But something eerie happened.

His Saintly Pressure was like a gentle spring breeze; the moment it touched those Spirit Stone soldiers, it vanished into nothingness.

These soldiers, composed of his own Spirit Stones, were actually completely immune to the pressure of their former master!

[Nonsense, the control of the Dao Soldiers is in my hands, protected by my Law. Your Aura is useless.]

[Just sit tight and enjoy the ultimate pleasure of being ganged up on by your own wallet.]

Su Chen watched the scene with boredom, his heart unmoved, even finding it a bit funny.

At the very moment Wang Teng was dazed with horror.

The first wave of the "rebel army" had boldly arrived!

A soldier made of Low-Grade Spirit Stones, looking quite ugly and clutching a small wooden stick, leaped three feet into the air with all its might.

Using all its strength, it lashed that small wooden stick fiercely across Wang Teng's relatively handsome face.

*Slap!*

A crisp sound exploded within the deathly silent private room.

For a Saint's Physical Body, the force of this strike didn't even count as an itch.

But the sheer insult of it instantly pierced the heavens!

Wang Teng was completely dazed by this single strike.

He froze on the spot, subconsciously clutching his face, feeling the burning sensation as his brain fell into an incomprehensible void.

I... was slapped... by my own money?

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Before he could recover from his philosophical reflections, more Spirit Stone soldiers submerged him like a tide.

Some hugged his thighs, opening "mouths" formed of Spiritual Qi to bite down hard!

Others tugged at his magnificent Dragon robe, desperately pulling him toward the ground!

Some even climbed onto his head, using small stones to "bang bang bang" away at his crown!

The scene was at once comical and cruel.

Wang Teng, the proud son of the Wang Family of the Northern Region and a grand master of the Fifth Heaven Saint Realm.

At this moment, he was like a giant besieged by billions of ants, flustered and completely losing his composure.

He wanted to use Spells, but these little things were densely packed all over his body, making him hesitate for fear of blowing himself up.

He wanted to smash them with his fists, but these little things were slippery; one punch would scatter them into Spiritual Qi, only for them to reform elsewhere a second later and continue their endless harassment.

"Aaaaah! Get away!"

Wang Teng let out a roar of complete collapse.

He felt like he was going insane!

This kind of humiliation was ten thousand times worse than death!

Inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Tower, all the Cultivators spying on the scene were dumbfounded.

One by one, their mouths hung open and their eyes widened, their expressions shifting from shock to bewilderment, and then to a twisted grimace of wanting to laugh but not daring to, nearly causing internal injuries from holding it in.

"Am I... seeing things? Young Master Wang of the Northern Region... is being ganged up on by his own money?"

"This is definitely the number one spectacle since the creation of the Xuanyuan Continent!"

"So miserable... really too miserable... Pfft... Hahahaha! I can't take it, I can't hold it in anymore!"

"Quick! shadow recording stones! Aim them all! Don't miss a single detail! This stuff will definitely sell for a good price!"

Countless lights from shadow recording stones flashed frantically inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Tower, clearly recording the humiliating scene of Wang Teng being "domestically abused" by his wallet from every angle.

From this day on, Wang Teng's name was destined to go down in history in an extremely disgraceful manner.

He would become everyone's laughingstock, the number one "sucker" in history who was beaten by money.

On the pavilion.

Liu Ruyan had already laughed so hard she slid off her chair, lying on the floor pounding the ground while laughing, tears streaming down her face.

"Hehe... I can't... I can't... This Seat is going to die laughing because of this Little Man..."

"How can he... how can he be so wicked... hehe..."

She felt she had laughed more today than in the past dozen years combined.

Su Chen, this man, was a poison, a medicine, and her destined tribulation!

Just as Wang Teng was being tortured by his "rebel army" until he wished he were dead.

On Su Chen's side, that "Golden Legion" composed of High-Grade Spirit Stones also moved.

They didn't participate in the beating; in Su Chen's view, that would be too beneath them.

The Golden Legion had only one command.

Clear the area.

They marched in unison toward Wang Teng's unconscious lackeys.

In groups of two, one lifting an arm and the other a leg, they skillfully threw these "pieces of trash" out the window like sacks of grain.

*Thud! Thud!*

Several dull thuds came from downstairs, accompanied by a wave of exclamations.

Immediately after, the Golden Legion approached the messy dining table.

They carefully carried down the undamaged plate of "Golden Scaled Pig" and respectfully placed it on the cleared ground.

Then, they worked together to lift the massive Purple Gold Wood table, throwing it and all the leftovers out the window as well.

Having finished this, the Golden Legion automatically dispersed.

A portion guarded the door with a cold Aura, forbidding anyone from approaching.

Another part returned to Su Chen's side, standing quietly like the most loyal guards.

The entire process was outrageously efficient.

Meanwhile, Su Chen had long since ignored the background character in the corner who was still being beaten by his own wallet.

He walked to the fragrant plate of Golden Scaled Pig, sat down contentedly, and took a deep breath of the enticing meaty aroma.

[Mmm, this is the taste.]

[Finally, I can eat.]

He picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of pork that was a perfect mix of fat and lean, stewed so soft it fell off the bone and shimmering with an inviting golden light, then happily popped it into his mouth.