Not counting his origins in the vassal family, Ling Zhen, who owned a mountain of gold and silver with the ingots he spit out in Guixu territory, could no longer be considered "poor".
Having money that I may not be able to spend in eight lifetimes is particularly nourishing and can be described as extremely rich!
The total assets of the young sword cultivator were probably almost as much as those of a powerful vassal king who enjoyed the privileges of a fiefdom and was highly valued by his wife in other countries.
After a while, maybe I can really compete with my father, the owner of the Shenshan Villa, Ling Pu!
But being rich does not mean that people will become stupid. There is no reason to be that ridiculous and absurd boy who spends money. This simple principle of "rescuing emergencies is not rescuing the poor". Ling Zhen comes from a family of dandies. Son, of course he still understands.
The people in Niniu Village at the foot of the mountain were deceived by Gongye Metallurgy and spent a lot of money in the past four years. They are indeed a little bit pitiful.
But Ling Zhen, a young man who was by no means a sage, had no obligation and no reason to just give money to the villagers for no reason.
"Giving money away" and other behaviors like throwing money into a bottomless pit are only done by idiots who are not very smart. Ling Zhen, who has only survived to this day with his brain power, will definitely not do it.
Keep it, save it, and never give it away. Wouldn't it be nice to be a rich man and a miser, watching the mountain in the secret realm grow taller and bigger little by little?
I can't get along with money, so I have to give it away.
Isn't this just funny?
So even his eighth sister, Ling Xiaoxiao, and the disciple Xu Bailing had not accepted for a long time, and the daughter of Baolin, Xiao Qun, used all kinds of sarcastic words to try to induce Ling Zhen to donate some money. , to help poor people.
But no matter how many times they spent money, Ling Zhen would just think that the two of them were farting, going in one ear and out the other, without leaving a single word behind.
Since it's not worth it, if you give it away, it's destined to be in vain. Why should you be a good person?
Donate to those who really need it!
If those recipients knew that the person who helped them was the son of Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan clan, do you think they would be sincerely grateful from the bottom of their hearts?
I'm afraid you'll be scolding your mother behind your back while holding the money. You've received the money from the thief's son, and you're not clean. It's really unlucky for your mother!
After thinking about this clearly, Ling Zhen, the Crown Prince of Shenyuan, generously donated thousands of taels of metallurgical gold to the black-robed Han Gong and bought life-saving herbs for his son Gong Yexin.
Having cut off his chivalrous heart in time, the young man left Niu Mountain and went to the village at the foot of the mountain. He was clean and tidy, and he absolutely did not want to be a saint.
After checking into the inn that Ling Xiaoxiao had booked in advance, he lay down leisurely and didn't care about anything else.
Since he knew that there would undoubtedly be a bloody battle tomorrow, Ling Zhen was ready to have a good and comfortable sleep in this house tonight, and sleep until midnight before getting up again.
When the time comes to recharge enough, it will not be too late to attack the lair base covered with bones and where the demon sect's religion gathers.
Anyway, the enemy is in the open and I am in the dark.
Afraid?
Go to bed first!
Unexpectedly, when Ling Zhen got up from the couch at noon after resting for the second time, his eyes suddenly widened while he was sleepy and dazed.
Suddenly, I saw sixteen eye-catching characters carved deep into the wall inside the room by someone who didn't know what.
After seeing those engravings, the young man no longer felt sleepy at all and became extremely clear-headed.
With a cry, he rushed out of the house and grabbed Ling Xiaoxiao, the "girl" in white who lived next door and had just woken up.
Ling Zhen hurriedly explained the situation and ran away without having time to discuss it in detail.
In order to cope with the urgent situation, the Ling family siblings hurriedly left the inn where they stayed for a short night.
Both of them looked solemn, extremely worried about the safety of their relatives, and refused to waste even a moment. Their figures were like rainbows, and they hurriedly headed south.
The reason why the action is so hasty is that he refuses to be slow.
Just because the sixteen words engraved on the wall are:
"On the bank of the South China Sea, there is a beach of bones. It is easy to fall into trouble, but your life will not be returned!"
Flying in the air against the wind, Ling Xiaoxiao tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes.
The wind was strong and she could barely manage not to cry.
And her ninth brother, the young man in green robe Ling Zhen, had hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and prayed piously and silently in his heart over and over again, just to sincerely pray for one thing——
I beg the Seventh Sister that nothing will happen to her today, please don’t.
No matter what, don’t have a result that everyone can imagine and guess, and it can’t be worse!
My mother is about to celebrate her 60th birthday, and all the eight daughters and sons of the Ling family cannot be missing.
May the whole family be reunited, happy and healthy, gather together to celebrate Yao Ying's birthday and offer birthday gifts and blessings.
On such an important day, all the children of the Ling family must return home safe and sound. No one, including Ling Yishui, can be absent!
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The Splendid Dynasty, and even the southernmost part of the entire Blue Continent.
The beach on the shore north of the South China Sea has a name with a bloody meaning behind it.
Bones!
The reason why this beach is named after this is closely related to the religion of that great demon sect.
The White Bone Sword Sect is undoubtedly the strongest sect in the demonic martial arts field in the Central Plains, and has always committed extremely serious crimes.
Its home base is Skeleton Mountain on the cliff of the South China Sea. Every time it kills people who rebel against the religion or rebels against the sect, their dead bodies will be thrown on the beach.
Over the years, corpses have been dumped continuously, which has directly led to the beach being filled with a large number of exposed bones of the dead after decay.
The remaining flesh and blood of the severed limbs, organs, lungs, etc. will also rot there, causing a terrible stench.
If it is pecked and devoured by vultures that love carrion, after a while only the bones will be left.
The scene was very cruel and disgusting. It was like entering the Yaksha Yama Field in the mortal world. It was truly unbearable to watch!
Due to the large number of people in the sect, the sword cultivators are extremely powerful and have a huge sphere of influence. The entire territory near the South China Sea has been designated as owned by the sword sect, and other idlers, including the government, are not allowed to enter.
Rao was a local official with considerable military strength, but he was unable to interfere.
There is only one result of fighting against it, which is to be counterattacked by the demon sect's combat power. If they fail to exterminate the demon, they will be attacked and slaughtered instead.
Nothing is worth the loss. In the end, I am afraid that I will not get back even the slightest benefit or gain.
The sect composed of evil heretics has always adhered to the code of conduct of retribution and penny-pink exchanges. If you ruin three points, then I will ask you to use ten or even twenty points to pay off the debt. If there is less, I will use my life to make up for it!
"Regarding human life as nothing" is a normal thing for the White Bone Sword Sect that dominates the South China Sea. If it doesn't kill enough people, the outside world will also think of the word "devil" in its name. It seems a bit unworthy of the name.
At noon that day, tens of thousands of members of the White Bone Sword Sect stood on the Bone Beach, which was filled with the bones and corpses of dead people.
The heads were crowded together, the momentum was majestic, and what was even more terrifying was that all of them were born from the Sword Sect's White Bones, and had considerable combat capabilities and sword-wielding killing power that were far stronger than ordinary people.
This extremely domineering and extremely powerful formation is no less impressive than some national battles.
In other words, the Sword Sect can massacre a city and exterminate the entire population, killing all the men, women, old and children in a country, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!
It was noon, and the scorching sun was hanging high.
There was that bright light in the sky, but on the ground, all the members of the Sword Sect dressed in white showed no emotion at all.
His face was stiff and his face was as gloomy as a ghost, just like everyone else.
The ferocious aura was so strong and terrifying that it overwhelmed the entire daylight.
The white clothes and the black energy are better than the snow air, only evil spirits are everywhere, where is the masculine charm left?
If there really are lonely souls and ghosts in the world, and they see those extremely dark groups, who are more like dead believers in white clothes than living people, they will definitely be extremely frightened by their murderous intent.
So much so that they all retreated in a hurry, not daring to move forward even half a step!
All demons gather here, and their plans must be huge.
He is going to conquer the south!
