Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie was silent for a long while.

Originally, he thought everyone would chip in to buy some quasi-spiritual materials to repair the sect properly.

In the end, each and every one of them was even poorer than him.

With only a few hundred thousand gold coins left in his card, it was impossible to use quasi-spiritual materials for repairs; ordinary materials, however, would be more than sufficient.

He looked at the sky; it was still early. He didn't know when Jiu Ye would finish treating Yue Yao, so he might as well go to the city to buy supplies.

Otherwise, they'd have to go hungry today.

They hadn't even eaten lunch yet.

"Let's go, go to the city to buy things, are you coming?"

He stood up and said to the two fellows.

The little Taoist and the little monk's eyes lit up instantly, and they scrambled to their feet, saying, "Senior Brother is indeed Senior Brother, truly young and wealthy!"

The little monk even leaned close to Jun Wuxie's ear and said, "Senior Brother, how much savings do you have?"

"What do you want to do?"

Jun Wuxie looked at him warily.

"I want to buy two sets of clothes."

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The three of them went down the mountain and headed towards the capital city.

Once they reached the city, they became the center of attention all the way.

A Taoist and a monk were indeed quite conspicuous.

In the Southern Region, it was rare to see monks; scarcity made them valuable.

Especially since his monk's robe looked like rags and was so dark and filthy.

Jun Wuxie really wanted to tell the passersby that he didn't know this guy.

It was too embarrassing.

Wearing rags was fine, but couldn't he wash them clean?

"Shopkeeper, I want some iron nails."

"We don't have any."

The shopkeeper waved his hand to shoo him away.

"What do you mean? Aren't those them?"

Jun Wuxie asked, pointing to the nails inside the counter.

"Young Master Jun, to tell you the truth, you are now a celebrity in our capital city; who would dare sell you anything!"

The shopkeeper had a wry smile on his face, and under Jun Wuxie's questioning, he revealed the reason.

"The Bu family, the Muyang Family?"

"That's right, every shop in the city has received your portrait; the two families have said that no one is allowed to do business with you. We have no choice; you should leave quickly."

"Senior Brother, did you offend someone?"

"Senior Brother, what about my clothes?"

Jun Wuxie: ......

They searched the entire city, looking at dozens of shops, but without exception, they were refused service upon being recognized.

They couldn't buy materials to repair the sect, nor could they buy daily necessities.

The Bu family and the Muyang family were truly ruthless.

They wanted to make it impossible for him to survive in this capital city.

"Senior Brother, what do we do now?"

Empty Void Little Monk looked at the tattered monk's robe on his body.

"What are you worried about? If these small shops won't sell to us, can't we go to the big ones?" Jun Wuxie said confidently, "Follow me."

The two fellows followed him doubtfully all the way to Juba斋 (Gathering Treasures Pavilion).

"Here? Gathering Treasures Pavilion?" The little Taoist looked at Jun Wuxie suspiciously: "Does Gathering Treasures Pavilion sell firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea?"

"If I say they do, then they do."

Jun Wuxie swaggered in and directly revealed his Gold VIP card.

Instantly, the manager here was alarmed.

In the entire capital city, besides the royal family and the Great River Sword Sect, no one else was qualified to hold this card.

The Gold Card was the highest level VIP membership that their Gathering Treasures Pavilion in this capital city could offer!

Even the four great families of the capital city were not qualified to hold it.

"Hello, may I ask what Young Master needs to buy?"

The manager personally received him, his attitude extremely respectful.

"Give me a hundred catties of nails for repairing the house, five hundred catties of top-grade rice, ten bottles of soy sauce, a hundred catties of lard, five bags of salt. Hmm… also, ten old hens, two hundred eggs, thirty chicks, ten catties of pork, tomatoes, celery, mushrooms…"

The manager was dumbfounded, staring blankly at him, unable to react for a moment.

"Also, window paper, chairs, cotton quilts, blankets, pots and pans…" Jun Wuxie listed his needs one by one, and finally pointed to Empty Void Little Monk, saying, "Finally, according to his measurements, get three sets of clothes and shoes, inside and out."

Everyone around was listening in stunned silence.

Someone actually came to Gathering Treasures Pavilion to buy these things; was he treating Gathering Treasures Pavilion as a vegetable market?

"Young Master…" The manager said with a wry smile, "We really don't have these things at Gathering Treasures Pavilion…"

"I'm encountering some difficulties right now, and I hope your Gathering Treasures Pavilion can help me out." Jun Wuxie looked at the Gold VIP card in his hand and said, "Or, I can find your chief manager and see what she says."

"Ah? No need, no need to trouble the chief manager. I will prepare the supplies for Young Master right away!"

The manager suddenly remembered that the chief manager had personally issued a Gold VIP card; it seemed that it was the VIP card in this young man's hand.

If he were to neglect him, and the chief manager were to blame him, that would be terrible.

"Young Master, please wait a moment, I will have someone prepare it for Young Master right away."

The manager immediately gave instructions and then stood by Jun Wuxie's side with a smiling face.

This scene stunned the little Taoist and the little monk.

Senior Brother was actually a Gold VIP of Gathering Treasures Pavilion?

Truly young and wealthy, and deeply hidden!

The efficiency of Gathering Treasures Pavilion was very high.

In less than half an hour, everything Jun Wuxie needed was prepared.

It filled two large horse-drawn carriages completely.

"How much money?"

The manager smiled and said, "No need, these are all gifts from our Gathering Treasures Pavilion to Young Master."

"Isn't this a bit bad?"

"No, this is very good." The manager smiled and said, "A mere few hundred gold coins; Young Master is our Gold VIP, please don't decline."

"Alright then."

Jun Wuxie didn't force it and smiled at the manager.

The manager smiled as he saw them off: "Young Master, please take care and come again often."

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"Senior Brother, you're probably the first person in history to buy these things at Gathering Treasures Pavilion!"

Although the little Taoist and the little monk were speechless, they were very proud and felt it was awesome.

"Let's go."

They drove the carriages towards the outside of the city, and the sound of chickens crowing echoed in the carriage along the way, attracting the attention of passersby.

As they were going, the carriage driven by the little Taoist suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

Jun Wuxie's carriage was behind, and he stood up and looked ahead.

"Oh, isn't this the trash who wanted to pass through the Heavenly Sword Road but was rejected by our sect?"

Someone was blocking the road ahead, stopping the carriages. They were wearing the sect robes of the Great River Sword Sect, and judging from the insignia on their sword robes, they were just a group of inner disciples.

"Get out of the way!"

Jun Wuxie's expression turned cold.

He now had a very strong aversion to the people of the Great River Sword Sect.

He had already shown his strength in the morning, and now this group of inner disciples actually dared to act wildly in front of him; they were used to throwing their weight around, truly inflated!

"Get out? How should we get out?"

A leading inner disciple mocked: "Should we roll away like you did this morning, or how should we roll?"

"Oh, Senior Brother, you forgot, this genius is now a member of the Sect King Academy; that's a training base for human-head lanterns, hahaha!"

"Do you want to die?"

Jun Wuxie's patience had reached its limit, especially since the other party brought up the human-head lanterns, causing the flames of his anger to instantly surge to the top of his head.

"Die?" The leading inner disciple coldly smiled: "At next year's life-and-death duel, you will all have to die. Tsk tsk, aren't the lanterns on the mountain road unique?"

"Oh, and the female corpse on that sword monument, do you know who that is? That's the Sect Master's wife of your Sect King Academy; even after death, she is still being whipped. You can only watch, don't you think that everyone in your Sect King Academy, from top to bottom, is a bunch of trash and cowards?"

"Senior Brother, is this true?" The little Taoist's face was extremely gloomy, and he roared, "Kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Wuxie had already leaped up and instantly arrived in front of the leading inner disciple, directly blasting his entire head with a palm strike.

The crowd on both sides of the street screamed instantly.

"You… you dare to kill someone!"

The other inner disciples were scared silly.

For so many years, although there had been constant friction between the two sects, there had been no life-and-death battles at other times except on the life-and-death stage.

"Leave none alive!"

Jun Wuxie coldly said to the little Taoist and the little monk.

"Understood!"

The little Taoist rushed up, holding a grave-robbing shovel, smashing the inner disciples of the Great River Sword Sect one by one, causing their internal organs to spew out.

"A monk should be compassionate, Amitabha!"

The little monk chanted the Buddha's name and rushed up, brandishing his alms bowl, smashing it wildly on their heads.

These inner disciples had no power to fight back at all. In a short time, their heads blossomed, and they lay all over the ground.

"Someone's killing people! The people from Sect King Academy are killing people!"

An inner disciple, who was hiding at the back, screamed and rushed into the crowd.

Unfortunately, before he could escape a few steps, he was caught up by Jun Wuxie, who kicked him flying. After landing, his entire body was folded in half, and he died instantly.

"Quick, let's go!"

Jun Wuxie and the others jumped into the carriages and drove away wildly.

He was worried that there might be high-level members of the Great River Sword Sect in the city; if they were to chase after them, it would be troublesome.