Chapter 478: Saintess

Feng Sanren was a middle-aged woman with a rather plain appearance. However, compared to Lei Sanren, who resembled a resurrected Tyrannosaurus Rex, she could even be considered delicate-featured.

She held a feather fan in her hand. With a gentle wave, the surrounding air rippled, and these ripples moved forward to form small tornadoes. These tornadoes did not directly rush towards Zu An, otherwise he could have easily avoided them.

It was precisely this subtlety that made Zu An careless. By the time he reacted, he was already affected by the wind field she had set up around him.

Because his speed suddenly slowed, his Sunflower Phantasm movement technique experienced a momentary stagnation. At that moment, the golden abacus beads, like maggots adhering to bone, directly rushed towards him.

Although Zu An hurriedly swung his Tai'a Sword to block, with so many densely packed abacus beads, he couldn't possibly block them all.

Soon, many parts of his body were hit. The abacus beads struck him, emitting dull thudding sounds.

Seeing that he had hit his opponent, Jin Sanren smiled. Since he needed to capture Zu An alive this time, he deliberately avoided critical points. Yet, even so, the force contained within was enough to completely incapacitate a peak fifth-rank practitioner.

According to their intelligence, Zu An was supposedly only around fifth-rank.

However, his eyes quickly widened, because Zu An not only didn't fall, but also plucked off the abacus beads from his body.

"Damn, that really hurt!" Zu An weighed them in his hand. They were indeed gold. This guy is ridiculously wealthy, isn't he?

So he unceremoniously put all the abacus beads into his Glazed Jewel, wondering how much money all this gold could be exchanged for.

Jin Sanren, however, was dumbfounded. He wanted to control his abacus beads to continue attacking, but was startled to find that at least half of them had lost connection with him.

He hurriedly retrieved the remaining abacus beads. The formerly glittering golden abacus was now fragmented, with missing holes everywhere.

"Where did they go?" Jin Sanren was on the verge of tears. He knew this golden abacus was his proudest weapon, and he had spent a lot of his savings to create it. And now, for no apparent reason, it was in this state?

He glared at Zu An, asking, "Did you do this?"

Rage from Jin Sanren +233!

Zu An smiled shyly. "I was injured by your gadgets," he said, "both physically and mentally, I suffered severe damage. So taking some as compensation is quite reasonable, isn't it?"

Jin Sanren was nearly driven mad with anger. "What 'severe damage' are you talking about?" he thought. "Do you have a single scratch on you right now?"

Rage from Jin Sanren +999!

At the same time, he felt a mix of surprise and uncertainty. He still remembered the sensation of the abacus beads hitting Zu An's body just now; it felt completely different from hitting flesh in the past. It was more like hitting a wall. Why was his body so hard?

While he was stunned, Bing Sanren had already launched his attack.

Only then did Zu An get a clear look at Bing Sanren's appearance. He was a tall, thin man with a snow-white cape draped over his back and a white hat on his head. The entire person looked like a creepy pervert.

He charged near Zu An and then exhaled a breath directly at him.

A visible wave of cold air assailed him. If hit by it, the outcome would surely not be good.

Feeling the restraint of the wind field on his body, Zu An quickly summoned a strong gust of wind, teleported a distance away, and directly escaped the tornado formation.

The moment he vanished, the cold breath Bing Sanren exhaled struck the spot where Zu An had just stood, and that patch of grass instantly transformed into solid ice.

Feng Sanren, in the distance, was somewhat bewildered. Her wind field had trapped countless heroes and masters; of course, some had escaped, but those were usually individuals with higher cultivation than her.

For a guy with his cultivation level, around fourth or fifth rank, trapping one, let alone a hundred, should be no problem.

While she was momentarily stunned, Zu An couldn't help but yell at Bing Sanren, "You creepy pervert! Did you even brush your teeth this morning, always spewing like that? Don't you know your breath stinks? Your wife must not be able to stand your smell!"

Bing Sanren: "..."

Rage from Bing Sanren +712!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Bing Sanren was furious. He spread his hands, and countless ice arrows formed behind him.

Qiu Honglei, in the distance, turned pale with shock and urgently cried out, "Spare him!"

But Bing Sanren, in his rage, did not listen to her. The ice arrows behind him shot directly towards Zu An.

"Hmph," he sneered, "no matter how good your movement technique is, with my full-range, no-blind-spot attack, let's see where you can hide!"

Not only that, the angles he chose for these ice arrows were extremely tricky, precisely timed when Zu An and Pei Mianman were in a straight line.

If Zu An dodged, Pei Mianman behind him would likely be in danger.

Zu An immediately realized his malicious intent. Seeing the ice arrows swarming like a beehive, he was suddenly in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to dodge or not.

Ultimately, he still lacked methods to deal with such large-scale Area of Effect attacks. He instinctively thought of using the dragon's corpse to withstand the assault, as ice arrows of this level certainly couldn't penetrate the dragon's scales.

However, exposing the red dragon's corpse before had attracted another dragon, and he realized that if the news got out, he would surely be hunted by the dragon race.

Furthermore, the fact that he possessed a spatial artifact with an extra-large space would definitely be exposed. Judging from the reactions of those people before, such an artifact might not be less valuable than the *Phoenix Nirvana Scripture*. There were already enough people hunting him; he didn't want any more.

Just as he didn't know what to do, a pale yellow palace lantern suddenly rose into the air. Under the glow of its bright yellow light, the countless ice arrows seemed to freeze in mid-air.

Just then, a wisp of fragrant breeze swept by, and Qiu Honglei had already appeared beside Zu An, pulling him to safety.

Pei Mianman on the other side also noticed the situation and quickly dodged aside.

Immediately afterward, the countless ice arrows seemed to regain their momentum, completely covering the large area where they had been, forming a saturation attack.

Zu An was left speechless with amazement. Even with his current physical strength, taking these ice arrows head-on, he would likely be riddled with holes.

"Holy Maiden!" Seeing Qiu Honglei intervene to save Zu An, Bing Sanren immediately became anxious.

Qiu Honglei raised her hand to stop him from speaking further, then turned to Zu An and asked, "Are you alright?"

The other Dispersers were originally about to rush over, but seeing the Holy Maiden nearby, it was not appropriate to attack.

Smelling the sweet fragrance from her, Zu An couldn't help but feel refreshed. "With you personally saving me," he said, "how could I be in danger? But in this situation, are you really not afraid that I'll take you hostage?"

Qiu Honglei smiled faintly. "Would you?" she asked.

Looking at her flawless face up close, he could increasingly feel her delicate, porcelain-like skin, and her large, sparkling eyes that seemed to speak, enough to make any man utterly infatuated.

Zu An secretly called her an enchantress, then said, "I'm a person who always distinguishes between kindness and enmity. You just saved me, so how could I repay kindness with malice?"

Qiu Honglei smiled beautifully, like a flower. "It seems I was right about you after all," she said.

Zu An's gaze fell on the lantern she held in her hand. "That artifact of yours is quite good," he said. "What exactly is its origin?"

That brief moment felt like time had stopped; this lantern is truly too mysterious.

"It's a secret," Qiu Honglei said, blinking with a mischievous smile. "I remember you used to have a saying, 'Secrets make a woman more a woman.'"

Zu An was taken aback. He didn't expect this woman to apply what she learned so aptly, actually quoting Vermouth's classic line.

Just then, Pei Mianman's displeased voice came from not far away. "Zu, that's enough!" she exclaimed. "We're risking our lives here, and you're there flirting with a woman?"

Zu An: "..."

Qiu Honglei suppressed a smile. "It seems someone is jealous," she said. "Let's get back to business then."

Immediately afterward, her expression turned serious. "Surrender," she said.