Forced to become the top darling in the world of cultivating immortals

All day long, Shen Zhen was refining medicine, refining various elixirs to strengthen his cultivation and heal his injuries.

Yan Shenzheng was watching everything in Yinyin Snow Mountain, when Xuan Ya sent a message, "My lord, we have spent a lot of money, and in the Sanchuan River you mentioned, we found..."

Xuan Ya was so tired that he sat slumped by the river, avoiding the blooming sand flower, and sent a message to Yan in time.

Hundreds of thousands of people died in the river for a breath of fragile soul.

It can only be said that his lord has strong financial resources, allowing him to spend money to find so many people.

Fortunately, it took no effort to find that fragile soul breath.

Yan Shenzheng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect it to be so soon...

After a while, he said, "Send her to Qingyun Mountain."

Qingyun Mountain, this holy land of the sect, does not have a trace of demonic energy. Since it can warm and nourish the goddess Yuanshen, it can also hear the words of Bai Chuxue.

This time, if she can grow up well, he will give her the position of the patriarch of the monster clan.

And protect her for the rest of her life without any worries.

After listening to Xuan Ya, he carefully put the soul's breath into the Xuan Yu vessel, took out the talisman and sent it away.

It's just that before he took half a step, he was dragged by the water monster of Sanchuan River, and hundreds of ugly water monsters snatched the utensils in his hand.

Soon, the utensil was snatched away abruptly.

The teleportation talisman took effect, and Xuan Ya could only leave first.

An hour later.

Yan carefully listened to Xuan Ya's words, with a sullen face, he broke the communication crystal.

Shen Zhen suddenly felt a chill, turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Yan Shen with a dark face.

The roasted rabbit legs in his hand lost their fragrance in an instant.

Hastily wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "You're here? I left a rabbit leg for you, you, you... Shen?"

Shen Zhen got up from the grass and backed away.

He looks scary.

With a dark face and low voice, he took a step, and the fresh grass under his feet died.

What's up with him?
Yan carefully snatched the half-gnawed rabbit leg from her, and continued to gnaw on the spot she had gnawed expressionlessly.

God knows how to play tricks on him, making him hopeful and dashed.

Fortunately, Shen Zhen is still there, and with her to accompany him to relieve boredom, his life is not boring.

"Are you... are you okay?" Shen Zhen poked his shoulder cautiously.

"I thought you fell to your death, so I'm very sad." Yan said cautiously.

Shen Zhen's comforting words stuck in her throat.

She was so mean that she shouldn't have asked.

He'd better have something to do, and it'd be better to have someone with a higher cultivation base than him, to get rid of the harm in name.

It's a pity that Xuntian at this time is not yet Emperor Xuntian, nor is Yanling the Holy King of Yanling. According to the historical timeline, it will take 5 years for them to become gods.

Even if they become gods, Yan Shenzheng probably became gods at that time.

Is there no one in the world who can punish people who speak cautiously?

Shen Zhen sighed helplessly.

"You sighed. I didn't know that you thought that you were widowed for me after I died."

"Ah Shen, in the sect, you should not be your own seat, it's not good for others to hear you."

In the sect, he is just a new disciple of the second stage of foundation establishment.

"I don't want them to hear it, even if they come over, they won't be able to hear what I'm saying."

Yan carefully threw away the rabbit bone, and sat on the seat where Shen Zhen was sitting just now, "Zhenzhen, come, let me give you a hug."

Lost and regained and lost again... Yan Shenzheng is in a bad mood.

He needs Shen Zhen's hug.

He needs to lean on Shen Zhen's shoulder and stay quietly for a while.

Shen Zhen walked over reluctantly, sat in his arms, put his head on the nest of his neck, and stroked his head.