1283 Who Dares Touch My Grass!

The two Stone Statue Ghost Kings shattered again. With red eyes, the Yellow Spring Great Sage stared at Zhang Xuan, who was stomping on them in the distance. He felt anger simmer inside him. 

"Are you… having a good time stomping on them?!" he said coldly, gritting his teeth.

His voice seemed to come from the skies. It was extremely cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.

Zhang Xuan's back was turned to the Yellow Spring Great Sage, so he didn't see the latter's gloomy face. However, he could feel a wave of burning anger behind him.

In the distance…

The eyes of the other Nether Prison experts all went wide as they stared in disbelief at the Yellow Spring Great Sage. The Fire Demon even raised his hand and pointed a finger, his lips quivering as he said, "Zhang Xuan… You… Behind you…" 

Did they know the Yellow Spring Great Sage? Of course they had heard of his name, but they had not seen him. However, before they came to Earth Prison, the elders in their clans had warned them not to provoke any Great Saints in Earth Prison. 

Now, they were all struck dumb. The Yellow Spring Great Sage did not bother to conceal his aura. It was as terrible and suppressive as the eruption of a volcano, making their bodies tremble.

Even in Nether Prison, Great Saints were already supreme existences.

Zhang Xuan's eyes were red, and blood continued to gush from his nostrils. It was what the two Stone Statue Ghost Kings' punches left him, and he was still a little dizzy now. However, he never imagined that the two fellows would fight and eventually break each other at the same time. It was like heaven was helping him! 

"Idiots! How dare you beat me! Who the f*ck keeps these two idiots here? Retarded stuff!" 

Zhang Xuan's fury seemed to be completely unleashed at this moment. Then, he heard the Yellow Spring Great Sage's words. 

"Yes, I do! I'm having a f*cking good time! How dare these two wicked creatures beat me? See, now I've trampled them to pieces!" Zhang Xuan said confidently, grinning. 

He thought it was the Fire Demon or Lu Yang who spoke. However, he suddenly felt that something was not right. He raised his head and looked around. The next moment, his bloody and swollen face revealed a look of surprise. He saw his companions all standing in the distance, each winking at him with a look of horror on his face.

What was going on? Since his companions were all far away, who was the person asking questions behind him?!

Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Holding the heavy sword in his hand, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him. The next moment, he saw an unsightly face with a delicate palm print on it.

"Are you having a good time?" asked the Yellow Spring Great Sage with a straight face. 

Gulp.

"I..." 

He was greeted by an aura that made him feel like he could hardly hold the sword in his hand!

"I own these two Stone Statue Ghost Kings… Were you calling me mentally retarded just now?" the Yellow Spring Great Sage asked again. His aura made Zhang Xuan want to kneel.

'Great Saint! He's a Great Saint!"

Zhang Xuan turned his head and glanced at the two Stone Statue Ghost Kings that had turned into rubble, then at the blue-and-white porcelain bowl placed on the ground. It suddenly dawned on him that he had been schemed against.

'That damn Immortal Cooking Realm chef!'

"Great Saint… I—"

Zhang Xuan wanted to explain, but he was interrupted.

"That's enough. My heart hurts now, so shut your mouth," the Yellow Spring Great Sage said. The next moment, he threw out his palm, which contained the pent-up anger he had kept for a long time.

Zhang Xuan's expression changed dramatically. He tried to resist, but his hand had hardly lifted when the slap hit him in the face. With a loud crack, he was thrown backward into the distance, falling into the pile of rubble that was the Stone Statue Ghost Kings and knocking over the blue-and-white porcelain bowl.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage looked incredulously at his hand. 'So this is the feeling of slapping someone… For some reason, it feels really good!' he muttered in his mind.

Zhang Xuan's lips were swollen. With a sorrowful expression on his face, he got up, grabbed the bowl, and shouted, "Great Saint, listen to me!"

"What?" The Yellow Spring Great Sage squinted at him coldly. "I grant you three words. After that, you can go with my Stone Statue Ghost Kings."

Zhang Xuan's heart gave a jerk. He suddenly realized that this Great Saint was going to kill him! "It wasn't me… They fought and eventually broke each other at the same time!" He quickly told the truth.

"They fought and then broke each other at the same time? How could I, the wise Yellow Spring Great Sage, possibly keep such idiotic Stone Statue Ghost Kings?" The Yellow Spring Great Sage held the grass in his hand and gave a sneer.

Zhang Xuan was dumbfounded. 'They're the idiots you keep! How can you f*cking not know? By the way, he called himself the Yellow Spring Great Sage… So he is indeed the Earth Prison Yellow Spring Great Sage…'

"Great Saint… I'm telling you the truth! Your Stone Statue Ghost Kings fought over a dish and broke each other!"

Zhang Xuan felt very aggrieved. He did nothing at all and even got two punches in the face, but why did he feel as if he had destroyed the world?

"If you don't believe me, you can ask them!" He quickly raised his hand and pointed to his Nether Prison companions.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage's face was extremely gloomy. He turned his cold eyes and saw the Nether Prison experts nodding repeatedly.

Crack…

The grass in his hand was suddenly crushed as he clenched his fist. At the same time, a chilly killing intent swept over the Nether Prison experts, making them feel like crying. After that, they all changed from nodding to shaking their heads.

"We don't know anything…" 

"We didn't see anything…" 

Zhang Xuan was petrified. He looked incredulously at his companions and felt his throat dry up. He was f*cking abandoned by his own people? 

"I..."

"What else do you have to say?" The Yellow Spring Great Sage's face was cold. The next moment, he took a step and appeared in front of Zhang Xuan. "How can my Stone Statue Ghost Kings be stupid enough to fight each other? Are you questioning my taste?" His voice grew colder and colder.

Looking at the Yellow Spring Great Sage's face, Zhang Xuan became more and more indignant. 

'Surely this guy knows! He must have known that his Stone Statue Ghost Kings broke into pieces after fighting each other! This guy… He's just trying to hide the fact that he keeps two idiots!'

"I'm not convinced!" Zhang Xuan's eyes turned red. A terrible aura suddenly exploded out of him, while his sword rose up into the sky, gleaming dazzlingly. "I'll fight you!" The sword flew back. He slapped the hilt and thrust it at the Yellow Spring Great Sage. "Today… I'll try the power of a Great Saint! The Sword Demon Clan will never admit defeat!" he growled at the top of his lungs.

The corner of the Yellow Spring Great Sage's mouth twitched as he watched Zhang Xuan rise up to resist. Then, he threw out another slap.

… 

Bu Fang sensed that the Yellow Spring Great Sage had rushed out. His heart filled with joy, and he immediately flew forward at full speed. At the same time, his divine will spread and enveloped his body, preventing the Yellow Spring Great Sage from detecting him. 

With the Yellow Spring Great Sage's cultivation base, if he really wanted to, he could spot Bu Fang in an instant. However, Bu Fang had enveloped his body with divine will, which reduced the chances of him being detected.

Soon, he was in the huge valley. 

Rumble! Rumble!

The air rang with a deafening rumble. The enormous Blood Illuminating Dragon was lying in the middle of the valley, its heavy breathing constantly echoing out from its nose and mouth, making the ground tremble.

The dragon was the Yellow Spring Great Sage's third pet, who was extremely powerful. 

Bu Fang squinted. He felt a terrible oppression. Back then, he felt like a worm when he faced the dragon. Now, he was not as weak, but he could still feel that he had no chance against it.

Even if this Blood Illuminating Dragon's cultivation base had not reached the Great Saint level, it was most likely not far from that.

Therefore, Bu Fang didn't wake the dragon. He stood on the valley wall, frowning and glancing around. The dragon lay right in the middle of the valley, surrounded by countless Yellow Spring Grass. It was in this valley that Bu Fang had picked a One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass of extraordinary quality. Now, he was here again, and what he needed to find this time was a Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass.

A Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass was extremely precious, and it would take him quite some time to find it.

With a kick to the ground, Bu Fang flew forward in a beautiful arc through the air and landed lightly on the valley floor like a fallen leaf. He didn't wake the huge Blood Illuminating Dragon.

The dragon was lying on the ground, still snoring. The air spewing from its nostrils was like a hurricane that could destroy everything. 

The little fox on Bu Fang's shoulder was already frightened by the Blood Illuminating Dragon's aura. She pulled at his hair with her front paws, and her two tails were tucked between her legs, not daring to make a sound. 

Bu Fang gave her a look, rubbed her head, and sent her into the Heaven and Earth Farmland. That way, she would no longer be oppressed by the dragon's pressure. After that, he walked with light steps to the side.

Naturally, there couldn't be only one Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass. The Yellow Spring Great Sage held one in his hand every day, so there should be one growing in this valley. All Bu Fang needed to do was look for it.

The Blood Illuminating Dragon slept soundly with drool flowing out its mouth. Bu Fang walked slowly in the valley. The environment here was amazing. There was a blood-colored pool, which seemed to be the source of the Yellow Spring River. Bloody water flowed out from it continuously, and there were even souls howling in it.

"An Eight-leaf Yellow Spring Grass… A pity, it's missing a leaf." Bu Fang looked at the grass and sighed.

There were no Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass near the pool. Could it be that there was only one Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass in the whole valley, which was the one the Yellow Spring Great Sage was holding?

Bu Fang frowned, lost in thought. Suddenly, his eyes turned and fell on the dragon's abdomen.

Under the abdomen of the huge, mountain-like Blood Illuminating Dragon, a grass was swaying and emitting dazzling light. The rich energy it contained made Bu Fang's heart race.

"A Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass… I've found it at last!"

…

The Nether Prison experts froze. Zhang Xuan was dead. He was killed by a slap from the Yellow Spring Great Sage. They never expected him to die so miserably in the end. In front of the Great Saint, his sword energy and strength were no different from those of ants.

"It turns out that he's a junior from the Sword Demon Clan in Nether Prison… However, since he broke my Stone Statue Ghost Kings, he must be punished. Even if the Great Saints of the Sword Demon Clan come, I'll beat them as well!" The Yellow Spring Great Sage raised his palm, glanced at Zhang Xuan, who had turned into a puddle of mess with his sword, and twitched his mouth. Then, he turned his eyes to the Nether Prison experts in the distance.

The group of experts immediately felt chills run through their bodies.

"Are you ready to die?" the Great Saint asked lightly.

Suddenly, a long cry rang out in the distance. The next moment, a beam of light flew over at top speed and appeared over the group of Nether Prison experts in a flash.

"Yellow Spring Great Sage, please calm down!"

Lu Cheng appeared with an unsightly face. He didn't expect the Nether Prison contestants to be stupid enough to provoke the Yellow Spring Great Sage. This brute was not weaker than those supreme beings in the forbidden lands!

"A Nether Puppeteer… Do you think you can stop me?" the Yellow Spring Great Sage said coolly, holding the grass in his hand and glancing at Lu Cheng from the corners of his eyes.

Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He was just a Seven-revolution Little Saint, and he was no match for the Yellow Spring Great Sage. If this mighty expert slapped him, he would surely end up just as badly as Zhang Xuan.

"Great Saint… Zhang Xuan is dead, you should calm down… These children are from the nine clans in Nether Prison. If you kill them, you will offend these clans!" Lu Cheng said quickly.

No one dared to offend this fearsome existence who had planted grass for tens of thousands of years at the source of the Yellow Spring River.

"But they broke my Stone Statue Ghost Kings…" the Great Saint said without expression. "They tempted my pets with a dish."

Lu Cheng's face froze at the words, and he looked sharply at Lu Yang. This young fellow was the only chef present.

Lu Yang was dumbfounded. 'What the f*ck? I didn't do anything!'

"It's not me!" He spoke quickly. If he just kept quiet, the Yellow Spring Great Sage might slap him. The Great Saint seemed to be addicted to slapping others.

"Not you? Aren't you from the Nether Chef Clan? Who else can cook a dish here except you?" Lu Cheng said, frowning. He also wanted to believe that it was not Lu Yang, but…

"I'm a Nether Chef, and my dishes emit Nether energy. Great Saint, take a closer look at that bowl," Lu Yang said helplessly. "That dish emits immortal energy."

What? Immortal energy?

Lu Cheng paused. He seemed to think of something, then his expression became somewhat odd. 

The Yellow Spring Great Sage also froze momentarily.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, causing everyone's expression to change dramatically! The next moment, a dragon roar rang through the skies, and a horrible aura pervaded the air as if to destroy the world!

The Yellow Spring Great Sage's face fell. "Dammit! Someone actually lured me out of the valley?! Who dares touch my Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass?!"