But his father spared his life because he was his son, but took away all his rights in the Demon Realm.
On the surface, his influence in other worlds was also taken back by his father, but his hidden power still exists.
For example, the forces here.
The more the young master thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he already had the intention to kill his elder brother.
Over the years, his eldest brother has been constantly trying to win over other brothers to isolate him, and even went so far as to discredit him in the Demon Realm, using every possible means.
But he has been patient and doesn't want to cause trouble for his father.
But I'm not afraid of him.
If he could return to the Demon Realm this time, he would no longer care about their brotherhood.
The human monks were still clamoring and even cursing, but no one dared to act as a hero.
Bai Chen raised his head and glanced at the monks who were nearby. They actually had smiles on their faces, as if they found it very funny.
In their opinion, it would be easy for so many monks to deal with a few monsters.
They are just here to join in the fun, and once the monsters are destroyed, they can also be credited for their contribution.
After a while, a certain powerful cultivator finally arrived.
"Sorry for being late, please forgive me!" The high-level monk was still panting from flying.
"We are waiting for your weapons!" a monk said unhappily, "Distribute them quickly."
"It takes time to prepare so much."
Then, the monk gave each of the monks who came here a wooden stick as if he was handing out wedding candies.
Even a tiny thing like Bai Chen had one stuffed into her by someone who didn't see her appearance clearly.
Bai Chen held the crudely made wooden stick, a little confused.
Can a wooden stick like this really be used to fight monsters
When the monks got the wooden sticks, they looked like they had found a treasure and were filled with joy.
"This was made by Master Ke! Although it doesn't look very good, it must be very practical."
"Of course, even if Master Ke gave everyone a pile of shit, everyone would think it was a treasure."
A certain unusual monk, holding a stick and pursing his lips, expressed his objection.
No matter how exquisite the things you make are, there is no market for them. But Master Ke made a stick that does not require much technical skills at all, and everyone treats it as a treasure.
Oh! It's not fair. It's not fair!
This thing is not given away for free. After defeating the monster, you have to give it spirit stones. Just from this business, the man named Ke made a fortune.
It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others.
"Do you have the ability to refine the Demon Subduing Rod? Stop being sour." The monk who spoke first was obviously a fan of Master Ke. "If you are not convinced, don't take it."
The man had no choice but to shut up. He really couldn't refine a demon-subduing stick, even the crudest one.
"Excuse me, how do I use this?" Bai Chen looked up and down, left and right at the wooden stick, and couldn't help but ask the two noisy monks next to him.
“Spit on it to recognize its master! Then you can do whatever you want with it.” Master Ke’s fan explained.
Bai Chen: ...There are people in the world who recognize their master by spitting? I've learned something new. This thing is much more advanced than smearing blood, and you don't need to bite your finger.
Bai Chen looked around and saw some monks spitting in a very ungraceful manner and then smearing the saliva on the wooden sticks.
It is much more vulgar than biting your finger and smearing the blood. If you have a sage-like demeanor, you will look particularly vulgar if you spit.
Master Ke's fan inadvertently turned around and glanced at Bai Chen.
As a result, I saw a child of four or five years old was also here, and he came alone.
"What are you doing here? Where are your parents? Go back." He said very kindly, "Is this the place for children?"
Ordinary people, when there is no huge temptation of profit, are all good people, and sometimes they can help out with just a little effort.
But once the temptation of huge interests is involved, anyone can become a devil.
That's human nature!
Another monk next to him also glanced at Bai Chen and leaned forward to scare her, "There are monsters here. They love to eat children like you. Go back quickly!"
"I'm not afraid, my father is over there." Bai Chen casually pointed at a quasi-immortal who looked like a human.
"He, he is your father? He is more than ten thousand years old, and he can still have a baby?" Although the cultivator asked in a questioning tone, he had a gossipy face and looked at the quasi-immortal who was still talking.
Although it is more difficult for a cultivator to have children as his cultivation level increases, quasi-immortals have almost lost their fertility.
But sometimes luck strikes and it's possible that one of them slips through the net.
However, before Bai Chen could make up another lie and create a bloody cuckold incident, he saw some human monks rushing towards the young master and his companions on the mountain.
Bai Chen's heart tightened. When he was thinking about whether to show up, he saw that the monk who had pounced on him had already flown away like a peacock spreading its tail.
All the monks who flew out vomited blood, and a large number of them died.
"Oh my god! That monster is so powerful."
"They really are monsters. So many people died in just one encounter."
Some monks who did not rush over at the first moment were so scared that they wiped their foreheads. Fortunately, they did not rush forward.
Those who just sacrificed were all at least at the Nascent Soul stage or above, but they were destroyed by a few monsters without any effort.
Such strength is probably not something that ordinary monsters can achieve.
Then, the identities of these monsters must be extraordinary.
After the human monks were silent for a few seconds, some people with cultivation levels above the Spiritual Transformation level flew over.
The wooden sticks in their hands seemed to be infinitely enlarged like the golden hoop stick, and then they shot down from a distance towards the hilltop where the young master and the others were standing.
The young master and his followers finally leaped up and began to attack the human cultivators.
For a moment, the entire sky was filled with the shadows of wooden sticks, which was simply dazzling.
Because there were too many people and they were too mixed, many were accidentally injured by their accomplices.
"No way, you hit me with a stick."
"You even knocked me."
"When did I knock you?"
"You just knocked."
"You wronged me, I didn't."
"Oh! Who is it? Who has no eyes? You hit me again. If you dare, stand out and I will hit you on the head until it explodes."
"Oh, I was knocked unconscious, help!"
It seemed that the young master and his companions could not escape the encirclement of the human monks for the time being, and they could only keep dodging the sticks waving in the air.
After being injured by the wooden stick, several followers with lower cultivation levels turned into a few streaks of starlight and disappeared, which meant they died.
Ordinary swords or magic weapons do not have much killing power against monsters, but the seemingly crude wooden sticks are actually quite useful against monsters.
The deaths of several monsters were very motivating for the morale of the human monks.
There was already red in the young master's eyes. He had come here only to find a safe place for his little baby to live.
But things turned out like this.
Since you are asking for your own death, I will not be polite.
Then, when everyone thought that the monster had nowhere to escape and no power to fight back, the human monks no longer cared and all flew towards the center.
It's as if he's afraid that the credit will be taken away by others.