Chapter 308 Who do you think you are to show off your power here?

Yunmengze.

The majestic and majestic third-grade fairy ship lay across the void, stopping next to a cloud platform made of fine steel and blessed with countless spiritual patterns. Busy figures pushed various carts, loading carts of spiritual rice, spiritual stones, and various The high-level spiritual herbs were carried to the car one by one.

A man in a golden robe, with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, and an uncle-like look on his face was tapping his legs and giving instructions and scoldings.

"Hurry up, you are so hesitant. Are all the Chen people so hesitant? Not even a capable person?"

"A bunch of trash!"

The man stood up and cursed loudly, spitting everywhere.

Many descendants of the Chen clan glared angrily, wishing to skin and remove this man's bones, but they were all stopped by calm and steady people on the side.

At that time, the Tianshu Sect was squeezed out by the Chen clan and was almost unable to stand. If Taishang Zong had not come forward to prohibit the Chen clan from continuing to expand to the north, otherwise, it would still be a question whether the Tianshu Sect would survive now.

The bridge was already forged that year.

Over the years, the disciples of the Tianshu Sect have often ridiculed Chen's ninth-grade lower-level immortals.

But Chen could only grit his teeth and endure it, as his dissatisfaction had been building up for a long time.

"That can't be the case. This person is Jia Xingkong, a golden elixir monk from the Tianshu Sect. He has an old feud with me from the Chen clan. I don't know how he got such good luck and even served as the supervisor of the ship guard. If something happens to him, If there is a conflict, this person will definitely file a complaint when he returns, and the taxes from our Chen clan will only be heavier next time!”

Many people sighed heavily after hearing this.

But there were still many people who spat heavily or glared fiercely when they passed by this person to show their dissatisfaction.

"Barbarians, a group of barbarians, the Chen family, are all barbarians. Everything I suffered today will be reported to the ancestors of the sect in detail when I go back. The next hundred years may not necessarily be 10 million spiritual meters or 10 million spiritual stones. Well, hum, I don’t know what’s going on.”

Jia Chengkong gloated with his hands on his hips triumphantly.

At this time, he was in a suspended fairy boat in the distance.

"Crack!"

The figure of a young woman slapped the table heavily. She was wearing a Nascent Soul robe, and the terrifying true essence was swaying in the robe.

"I'm really pissed off. When have we, the Chen Clan, ever been so arrogant? This Tianshu Sect is really abominable."

"Ancestor, please calm down. Anyway, it's just a few days, let's get over it. The current Tianshu Sect is a seventh-level immortal clan, two levels higher than us. If you offend the Tianshu Sect, the Taishang Sect will blame it in the future, and our Times will only get harder.”

Chen Jinlong said in a deep voice.

"Compared with enduring the temporary anger, I feel very ashamed as the head of the family. These ten million kilograms of spiritual rice and ten million spiritual stones have put my Chen family in a serious crisis."

"Although Yunmengze is a vast land with abundant resources and can afford such a heavy tax, it is a bit unbearable even for us."

"Especially since the Chen family has to support too many clan members, it's a bit difficult to afford it."

"This century has been dealt with, but what should we do next time?"

Chen Jinlong sighed several times in one sentence and held up a ledger. The strings of figures on it were all obtained by frugality of countless clan members.

These spiritual rice and spiritual stones are all saved from the gaps between the teeth.

If this continues, I'm afraid the Chen clan won't be able to survive the next hundred years.

If they don't pay enough taxes, the Zhongzhou forces will soon devour the Chen clan.

Therefore, on the surface, the Chen clan is still prosperous for a while, but in fact, the crisis behind the scenes has reached an urgent level.

"No way to survive."

"Your Majesty, this is too much."

Chen Ruxi held the chair tightly and bowed her head. Her beautiful eyes turned coldly. After hesitating for a moment, she said decisively: "Then, we can only...the Supreme Sect will not give us a way to survive, so we can only cut off those Jin Dan has a chance to survive. Anyway, I don’t mind whether others live or die, our Chen clan cannot be destroyed.”

"Are you saying that now two-thirds of the spiritual soil in Yunmengze must be snatched away? In this case, it can indeed fill this large vacancy, but it will still cure the root cause but not the root cause. And this seems to harm our Chen Home is the prestige of Yunmengze.”

"What is prestige or not? How can we care so much? If others cut off my life, we can only cut off other people's lives. This world is so cruel. The weak eats the strong. If we are to blame, we in the Chen Clan do not have a transformation god to take charge. Otherwise, even the Supreme Sect would not dare to bully people like this."

Right now.

Suddenly, someone came to pay homage outside the fairy boat.

"Reporting to the head of the family, Ancestor Xi, Jia Zhengkong said that we are missing one million spiritual stones and I want you to give us an explanation."

"What?"

A cold glint flashed across Chen Ruxi's beautiful eyes, and she immediately speculated on various possibilities, pressed her murderous intent, and said coldly: "I'll go out immediately."

"yes."

A moment later, Chen Ruxi appeared in front of Jia Zhengkong with a cold expression.

"Supervisor Jia, have you read it wrong? We will not miss a single word of these tens of millions of spiritual stones. We have recorded every box clearly. How come there is such a shortage? Please, Mr. Jia, please re-count it."

"Humph, I said it's less, but it's less. I think you're not questioning me. You're questioning the Supreme Sect and the many elders in the sect. Quickly make up for the millions of spiritual stones. Otherwise, the higher ups will blame you. I'm worried. The Chen clan is in danger of extinction."

Jia Chengkong looked like a villain who had achieved his goal, and twitched his beard triumphantly.

"You..." Chen Ruxi was so angry that her teeth itched.

At this time, Chen Jinlong had completed the investigation and quietly walked up to Chen Ruxi and bowed down to report: "This person is deliberately making things difficult and asking for benefits. Look, ancestor..."

"You want to give him benefits? This is really unreasonable. Doesn't the Supreme Sect know who he sent to supervise the ship?"

"Ancestor, people have to lower their heads under the eaves. I can see some blood to avoid causing trouble. Alas!"

Chen Jinlong sighed.

"I advise you to hurry up. Of course, if you are smart enough and filial enough, I can't cover it up for you, hehe."

Jia Chengkong Tuqiong saw this, smiled coquettishly, and cast a suggestive look at Chen Ruxi.

"Don't even think about it."

Chen Ruxi gave Jia Jingkong a vicious look, and she couldn't swallow this bad breath no matter what.

"Okay, okay, if you are ambitious, then wait for the punishment of the Shangzong. I don't think any of you can bear the thunderous wrath of the Shangzong."

Jia Chengkong strode away with his hands behind his back.

Chen Ruxi bit her red lips and felt extremely useless, thinking about how free and unrestrained the Chen family was back then, but now they were so restrained and manipulated when they entered the sect.

Even a small golden elixir cultivator can bully the Chen clan wantonly.

This feeling of wretchedness and grievance can only be felt most deeply by the clan members who experienced the glory of the Chen family back then.

"Alas, I, the Chen clan, have to live under someone else's roof."

"Think about how happy we were back then, but now, alas!"

"Who says it's not the case? I just hope that the ancestor will become a god soon."

All the descendants of the Chen clan sighed softly.

Just when Jia Zhengkong was feeling proud, a monk in white clothes floated down, landing in front of Jia Zhengkong like a ghost, grabbing his collar and giving him a firm slap.

This slap was so direct that Jia Zheng's eyes were filled with stars, his internal organs were displaced, his golden elixir almost burst, and he burped on the spot.

"The little Golden Core cultivator dares to bark again. In front of Ancestor Xi, I have to give in three points. Who do you think you are? You dare to show off your power here!"