Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

"Your Majesty, this woman destroyed so many things in front of you. If she is not punished, I'm afraid she will have trouble convincing others in the future?!"

The one who spoke was the Great Elder Fang Huanjing. His face was terribly gloomy and his tone was somewhat aggressive, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

Like him, there were other demon cultivators with unfriendly expressions, and it was obvious that their anger was about to overflow the screen.

Yan Wenmo looked at those people fearlessly and sneered:

"You have the nerve to charge me with these little things? Come on, old man, tell me how much these things are worth, and I will compensate you."

"Compensation?! You sound like you can afford it."

I don't know where he got the courage from, but Ling Yang, who was standing behind Wan Tu, sneered at the right time:

"These are priceless treasures. How can your shabby factory afford to compensate you? Even a tiny bit of the Night Pearl?!"

Hearing what he said, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but sigh, look, this is the correct way a villain should speak. Think about how Ouyang Xian would jump up and down when he got angry at the slightest thing, that's not what a villain should have, it's more like a disgruntled child.

But he really underestimated himself. After all, she had nothing else but rare treasures. The reason for this was that no matter what, she was a person with a system, and her system was not just for show.

When she was upgraded to level ten, top-quality items such as pearls, agates, jadeite, gold and jade appeared on the system's control panel. Now, as the level increases, not to mention precious treasures, even lower-grade spiritual treasures are available.

Just like the Ningbi Pearl given to the Demon Lord last time, it is also an item on the system panel, and it is only worth ten points.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, the system deducted 100,000 points from her for the Fen Yang Sword that was snatched away by Jiang Wenbai last time. If the sword had not already been recognized by its owner, she would have taken it back.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo looked at Ling Yang and asked with a bit of pity in his eyes:

"If so, can I afford the compensation?! What about you?!"

Ling Yang looked at Yan Wenmo with disdain and said arrogantly:

"If you can afford it, I will crawl around the Ten Thousand Demons Palace three times on my knees, while I will call you Yan Shisan the manliest man in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect."

At this point, he sneered and said with gritted teeth:

"If you lose, you will spend a night with me, how about that?!"

It seems that this kid really won't cry until he sees the coffin, and won't give up until he sees the Yellow River. Therefore, Yan Wenmo didn't bother with him any more. He just chuckled and said:

"Then... I'll play with you."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and ten corals of different colors instantly appeared in front of everyone. These corals were taller, stronger, and more colorful than those of the Demon Lord. They were extremely charming.

Behind the coral is the night-shining pearl, behind the night-shining pearl is warm jade, behind the warm jade is spiritual jade, behind the spiritual jade is chalcedony, and behind the chalcedony are pearls of different colors.

In the eyes of the world, these priceless, unprecedented, unheard-of, and rare treasures were now piled up like rotten cabbages in this square, amidst a pile of shattered mess.

This time, not to mention Jiang Wenbai, even the other demon cultivators couldn't help but be astonished. They looked at Yan Wenmo in disbelief, not understanding how she had so many rare treasures in her hands.

But Yan Wenmo looked at Ling Yang, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and said lazily:

"I don't know these, can I afford to pay for it?!"

Ling Yang stared blankly at the mountain of treasures in front of him. He didn't know if he was stimulated, so he didn't refute Yan Wenmo's provocation.

He walked mechanically to the treasure and subconsciously touched a basketball-sized night-shining pearl. Then, without hesitation, he swung his fist and smashed it fiercely. Unfortunately, when his fist was only an inch away from the night-shining pearl, someone grabbed his wrist.

With a loud 'crack' sound, his wrist was broken by the Demon Lord, and then he was thrown into an open area aside by the Demon Lord like garbage while howling in pain.

“This is my thing.”

As the Demon Lord spoke, he stood up and waved his ink-black sleeves. The mess on the ground and the mountains of treasures disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Everyone looked at the Demon Lord in confusion as he took the treasure and walked away with big strides, wondering why he left so suddenly? ! Yan Wenmo looked at his back as he left, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

From now on, the Demon Lord probably won't use these treasures to show off his power and wealth anymore. After all, he really doesn't need these things.

Unlike Yan Wenmo who breathed a sigh of relief, the other demon cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect all had puzzled expressions on their faces.

But they did not dare to say much in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, for fear that there might be spies here and their complaints would reach the ears of the Demon Lord. Therefore, they could only mutter a few words in a low voice and left in groups of three or five.

After everyone had left, Yan Wenmo took Jiang Wenbai, who had not yet recovered from his shock, out of the Wanmo Sect. She walked extremely smoothly along the way, and even her expression showed a sense of joy as if all her worries had disappeared.

Seeing her expression, combined with the fact that she looked worried when she heard about attending the treasure appreciation banquet, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, looking in a very good mood.

After finally leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and returning to the farm, Yan Wenmo just entered the yard and saw Xie Xiaofeng and Zhao Wenlong sparring in their own yard.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Zhao Wenlong, who had just broken through to the early Mahayana stage, couldn't even beat Xie Xiaofeng, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even his offensive and defensive postures were a little inconsistent.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but complain in a low voice:

"Do you think he is really stupid?! Or is he smart?! If you think he is stupid, he knows to give in to his wife. If you think he is smart, his letting her off is too obvious!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Xiaofeng kicked Zhao Wenlong away without hesitation, not knowing whether she was angry or not. She glared at him fiercely and warned him:

"Who told you to give in?! Who told you to give in?! Do you think others will give in to me next time on the battlefield?! If you want to spar, then spar well. If you keep giving in like this, get out of here as soon as possible."

Zhao Wenlong, who was kicked by Xie Xiaofeng and fell heavily to the ground, covered his chest with his hands in pain. He looked at the aggressive Xie Xiaofeng opposite him with tears in his eyes. He stood up with a sad face and said in a rather discouraged manner:

"Come on, come on, come on. I'll do as you say. I'll do as you say."

As he said that, he spared no effort and rushed towards Xie Xiaofeng. His fists were as strong as a tiger and his momentum was as loud as thunder. His whole momentum increased dramatically.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaofeng did not retreat but instead fought back. She looked at Zhao Wenlong's huge fist excitedly as he swung it towards her, and without hesitation, she punched him again. The two of them then started fighting again.

In an instant, the whole courtyard trembled slightly because of the fight between the two people. Yan Wenmo looked at the two people who became more and more excited as they fought, and his mouth twitched subconsciously, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Next time I will definitely lay a cement floor. This land surface is not resistant to damage.

The two fought with all their might for about half an hour before they were exhausted and decided to fight again next time. Yan Wenmo looked at Xie Xiaofeng, who was sitting beside him, panting heavily, with a bruised face but full of excitement, and couldn't help but pour her a cup of blood-clearing and blood-stasis-removing medicinal tea, handed it to her and said:

“How does it feel?!”

Xie Xiaofeng drank the medicinal tea in one gulp, and the blood bruises and swelling on her face disappeared instantly. She clenched her fists excitedly and said excitedly:

"Very good, my fists are getting faster now"

"That's good"

Yan Wenmo smiled slightly, and then suggested:

"Should I give you some medicinal baths to strengthen your body and warm your constitution? Soaking in water is good for your health."

Xie Xiaofeng thought for a moment, then said readily:

"also"

At the same time, Zhao Wenlong, with a bruised face and nose, held the boiled water in his hand, looked at Jiang Wenbai beside him, and said with some grievance:

"Junior brother, why don't I have this treatment?"

Jiang Wenbai looked at his senior brother with a tingling scalp, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.