e around her looking utterly confused.Qin Chuchu comforted: "Aunt Zhou, if there's anything you need, just say it. Crying won't solve the problem. We can only help you think of a solution if you make...Ye Bufan's divine sense swept over, there were a full 30,000 Chaos Sacred Crystals inside.

Yan Song only had a few hundred, the old man Kusuzhi gave himself only ten thousand. From this point alone, it can be judged that thirty thousand is definitely not a small sum.

It seems Ping is still quite good at socializing this week, no wonder he's sitting in the position of the chief of internal affairs.

"Zhou Tangzhu is not bad, go back and prepare well, you will soon become a sect elder."

Ye Bufan reached out and patted his shoulder, his face full of approval, as if a superior was admiring his subordinate.

"Hoping the young master will give me more guidance!"

Zhou Ping had a smile on her face, and in her heart she had already made the beautiful dream of becoming an elder.

"Well, I have something else to do."

Ye Bufan greeted someone, then left the Department of Internal Affairs and headed to the Department of External Affairs.

The head of the Foreign Affairs Department, Zhao Kang, is a man of few words in his daily life. He is much more reticent than Zhou Ping, who is known for his smooth-talking and sociable nature.

"Seen the young master."

When Ye Bufan entered, he merely greeted him in a perfunctory manner without much expression.

Ye Bufan, time is of the essence, and he didn't beat around the bush. "Zhao Hall Master, recently I'm a little short on funds, can I borrow 20,000 Chaos Saint Crystals"

This number is also his comprehensive judgment, although the Foreign Affairs Department is not comparable to the Internal Affairs Department, this old man still has some assets, 20,000 should be no problem.

Zhao Kang looked impassive: "I'm sorry, Master. I don't have that many Chaos Sacred Crystals."

Ye Bufan wasn't surprised by the old man's refusal. He had received Pan Cheng's memories in their entirety and knew about these people in the sect.

"No money, huh Look at this!"

As he spoke, his wrist flipped, and an imaging crystal stone appeared in his palm. Immediately after, a clear image materialized before the two of them.

A man and a woman admitted to each other, they were passionate and having a wonderful time.

Zhao Kang's expression changed instantly. The man inside was his only son, Zhao Qian.

He was a man of principle, but his precious son was the complete opposite. He spent his days idling about and indulging in women, despite being reprimanded many times by his father. He never changed his ways.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The key is that the woman was the eighth concubine of Elder Seven! If this got out, his precious son would surely be finished.

Originally, Pan Cheng appeared to be an idle and dissolute playboy, but in reality, he possessed immense ambition.

He was the most beloved son of the sect leader, but as the youngest son, it was not easy to succeed to the throne.

So, he has been accumulating capital for himself, including secretly looking for the handles of these sect elders.

This piece of image crystal is his.

Stored secretly, waiting for the day to threaten Zhao Kang, today it was just used by Ye Bufan.

"How is it going Lord Zhao, do you have the sacred crystals now"

Zhao Kang's face was grim. His son was his only weakness, and in the end, he chose to concede: "I can give it to you, but this crystal must be given to me."

Ye Bufan nodded: "Of course, I'm a man of my word. One hand for the money, one hand for the goods."

"Here you go!"

Zhao Kang took out a storage ring and passed it over. Inside were exactly 20,000 Chaos Saint Crystals, which was almost all of his wealth.

"Nice working with you!"

Ye Bufan took the storage ring and strode away. In the blink of an eye, another 20,000 had been credited to his account. This speed of making money was truly fast.

Next, he went to visit the heads of all the major halls one by one, and then the heads of the thirteen rudder.

For these people, he could win them over if possible, threaten them if necessary, and if all else failed, he would play the cards Pan Cheng had in his hand.

All in all, things are going very smoothly. I've extorted everyone individually.

When he stepped out of the last helmsman's room, his hand was already filled with a full thirty million Chaos Holy Crystals.

"Three hundred thousand! That's three hundred thousand!"

Ye Bufan was overjoyed. With these chaotic holy crystals, his strength could at least be raised by two or three more levels.

It's just not the right time yet. A towering tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and one shouldn't stand out too much. Playing dumb to catch the tiger is the way to go.

Improvement is necessary, but we need to wait until after the first Holy Spirit Competition assessment. Otherwise, if I improve so many levels in just a month, it might attract unwanted attention.

Just when he was elated and making plans for the next step, a solemn middle-aged man suddenly appeared before him.

"Ch'er, why aren't you hurrying to prepare for the Holy Spirit Competition What are you doing here"

Ye Bufan's heart suddenly tightened. The person who came was none other than the master of Piaoxiang Valley, Pan Chi, the father of Pan Cheng.

He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Father, I am preparing for the Holy Spirit Grand Competition. I will soon enter seclusion to strive for the realm of Yuan Zun. That's why I visit senior masters to gain some experience."

To avoid suspicion, he did everything cautiously, acting according to Pan Cheng's memories.

"Don't be arrogant or complacent, don't be discouraged. Work hard. This Holy Spirit Competition is your chance to shine, don't miss it!"

Pan Chi really liked this son the best, and he also had the intention of passing on the throne. But unfortunately, this son was not very capable. Now that he saw Ye Bufan's performance, he was extremely happy.

"Yes, Father. I will obey."

"I'm gonna disappoint you. Get ready to rush the level."

Ye Bufan once again bowed, then turned and walked towards the Chuan Gong Hall.

He certainly wasn't going back to seclusion, but was eager to leave Pan Chi. After all, he was far too dangerous in front of the old man, easily exposing his weaknesses.

And having extorted so many people, he can still get away with it for now. But given enough time, he will inevitably be exposed.

After leaving Pan Chi, Ye Bufan finally let out a sigh of relief. Then, he hurried towards the gate of the sect with two guards.

The fragrance valley can't be stayed any longer, it's crucial to eliminate the hazard as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at the mountain gate, a guard captain stepped forward and asked: "Young Master, where are you going"

According to the rules of Piaoxiang Valley, anyone leaving the sect must register. Moreover, with the Holy Spirit Competition imminent, logically speaking, Pan Cheng should be in seclusion training.

"You lowly dog, where I go is none of your concern!"

Ye Bufan directly slapped him with a big mouth, perfectly portraying the image of a pampered young master.

"I..."

The head guard was beaten but didn't dare to make a sound. After all, he was the most beloved son of the sect master.

Ye Bufan let out a cold snort, took his two subordinates and walked directly out of the mountain gate, heading towards the distance.

After leaving Piaoxiang Valley, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

But things are not over yet. Once news of his departure from the sect reaches Pan Chi's ears, someone will immediately come to search for him.

At this thought, a flash of inspiration struck him. The true bodies of Pan Chenghe and his two guards appeared before his eyes.

If there's a victim, there has to be a perpetrator to make it more convincing.

Ye Bufan's mouth curled into a sneer, and then the Xuanji Emperor appeared before his eyes.

This old geezer is useless now, perfect for taking the fall.

The Xuanji Emperor opened his eyes, feeling the rich aura of chaos. He glanced at Ye Bufan and was astonished: "Where is this"

“This is the chaotic Holy Realm you dreamt of, and also where you will be buried.”

Xuanji Emperor had not figured out what it meant before Bai Biàn Huàn Tiān Jīn had already severed his head and taken his primordial spirit.

Then he staged a fight scene, making it look like all four people had died in a brawl.

Beside Pan Cheng's corpse, he dipped his hand in the bloodstains and wrote the words "It was the sect" in a crooked manner.

In essence, the implication is that the finger points to an internal conflict within the sect, a common trope in Earth's television dramas.

After doing all this, he concealed his aura and quickly left the place.and Jiang Meizhu looked at each other, their expressions a mixture of shock and bewilderment.Just moments ago, Wang Ziyan's phone buzzed with another incoming funds notification. The full 20 million y...