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Now reading: Chapter 71 - 70: Ahhhh, My Face from My Wife Might Be a Saintess, a Eastern novel by The Rain Pours Down.

Mo Yan imdiately retorted, "Snatch what? Everyone only gets one chance. If you rashly grab for it before you’ve figured out the answer, aren’t you just throwing your chance away?"

Chi Xue Child said irritably, "Who do you think is standing next to you?"

Mo Yan glanced at Jiang Zuo, and then it dawned on her. ’Oh, right. This impossibly arrogant big shot... his judgnt is off the charts. If there’s sothing he doesn’t know, the others probably don’t know it either.’

At that mont, the Spirit Stone had already been snatched by Witch Dan Xue. She looked at the Spirit Stone and said, "If it’s not Ninth Grade, then it must be Eighth Grade. Right?"

Right, my ass.

The treasure seed to look at Witch Dan Xue with contempt before returning to the center of the array without a backward glance.

Only then did Mo Yan beckon and retrieve the treasure.

However, no one had high hopes for Mo Yan. She didn’t care, simply placing the treasure before Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo looked at the object and shook his head helplessly.

Just as they thought Jiang Zuo was indicating he didn’t know, he spoke. "An Illusion Spirit Stone. Useless trash. It has no purpose other than deceiving the eye."

With a CRACK, to everyone’s surprise, the restriction on the Illusion Spirit Stone vanished.

Then, the Illusion Spirit Stone fell into Mo Yan’s hands.

Now, everyone’s gaze fell on Jiang Zuo. But when they saw his Cultivation was only at 1.3, they all lost interest again.

Besides, it was just an Illusion Spirit Stone, so even fewer people cared.

Mo Yan asked Jiang Zuo, "Want it, Big Shot? If you don’t want this piece of trash, then just give it to ."

Chi Xue Child was taken aback. "What are you going to do with it?"

"I’ll show it off in the group chat! I can say I have a Ninth-Grade Spirit Stone. Countless people will be green with envy. Soone might even ask to be my sugar baby."

Chi Xue Child: "..."

Jiang Zuo was also speechless. However, he had no intention of taking the Illusion Spirit Stone, so he just gave it to Mo Yan.

Soon after, the second treasure erged. Just seeing its silhouette, Mo Yan exclaid excitedly, "Ah, I know what that is! It’s mine, all mine!"

Mo Yan directed her Cyan Dragon to fly over, but the White Tiger appeared again.

Mo Yan said smugly, "It’s so close to this ti. You’re too late."

Just as Mo Yan was about to grab the treasure, her Cyan Dragon was knocked away. It was the White Tiger’s doing.

Dan Xue said with disdain, "Who’s trying to snatch it from you? I’m just stopping you, that’s all."

The treasure was then obtained by Xuanwu—the scar-faced man.

Mo Yan glared viciously at Witch Dan Xue, then snorted coldly. "You’ll be crying later."

Dan Xue was naturally unafraid of Mo Yan. "We’ll see who’s crying."

The light dissipated, revealing the treasure: a Seven-Stringed Zither.

The scar-faced man looked at the Seven-Stringed Zither with contempt in his eyes. "A Phoebe Qin, a Tier Two Sound Law Treasure. It’s extrely limited. Just a piece of trash."

The restriction lifted, and the scar-faced man tossed the Seven-Stringed Zither directly to his support.

Mo Yan sneered, "Since when have you been so generous? Turning your nose up at a Tier Two Sound Law Treasure? Did you strike it rich or sothing?"

The scar-faced man couldn’t be bothered to respond to Mo Yan.

Chi Xue Child also chid in, "Can you talk less? Go snatch sothing."

After a few more rounds of snatching, basically everyone had gotten sothing. It was just that during the identification, every single one of them liked to add the word "trash" at the end.

anwhile, Mo Yan happily snatched a backpack. Heaven knows why sothing like that was even here.

And Mo Yan actually knew what kind of bag it was.

Jiang Zuo had looked at it. ’It really is just an ordinary bag.’

Jiang Zuo sighed. ’Are all the things here just stuff those people didn’t want and threw away?’

’As expected, finding anything good here is going to be difficult.’

At this mont, Mo Yan snatched another item. It was a hamr.

Mo Yan laughed heartily. "A Thunder Mark Hamr! A Magical Treasure suitable for Tier Two and Tier Three cultivators. Depending on your ability, it can smash out anywhere from one to nine bolts of lightning. Trash."

Then, she very magnanimously tossed the hamr to Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo didn’t stand on ceremony and accepted it directly. It wasn’t like any of them were short on Magical Treasures anyway.

Their ga of snatching and identifying treasures was proceeding happily.

anwhile, on a certain mountain, several people with profound Cultivations watched the scene before them with dark expressions.

The scene was of the Four Symbols Square Array and the group with Mo Yan.

One of them spoke up. "What’s their problem? It’s ’trash’ this and ’trash’ that. These little brats care about their pride, but what about us old-tirs? Don’t we get to save face?"

"Activate the punishnt chanism. Swap in the next batch of items. That’ll teach them a lesson."

Back in the Four Symbols Square Array, Jiang Zuo frowned at the array. He was a little surprised; a new setting had been forcibly added to the array.

Just then, another treasure appeared. Jiang Zuo said to Mo Yan, "Hold off on snatching it for a mont."

Mo Yan, who had been raring to go, was suddenly taken aback. "Why?"

Jiang Zuo said, "Let’s see what happens."

Mo Yan still didn’t understand, but she reined in her urge to act.

The item was once again obtained by the scholar.

The light faded, revealing a withered bone, similar to a baseball bat.

The mont he saw the bone, the scholar was stunned. "What the hell is this thing?"

Then, the withered bone flew back into the array, and a bolt of lightning flashed, striking the scholar and his two companions perfectly.

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

After three consecutive screams, they collapsed, half-cooked. The scholar had just felt the illusion that he was about to be shocked into shitting himself.

Perhaps that was what it felt like to lose control of one’s bowels.

It was too terrifying.

And it wasn’t just them; the others also had looks of horror on their faces. ’What just happened?’

Mo Yan asked, "What was that?"

Jiang Zuo said calmly, "Soone altered the array. Simply put, the array now has a punishnt function. Answer incorrectly, and you get electrocuted."

Mo Yan exclaid in shock, "Those old bastards! They’re finally making a move on us?"

Witch Dan Xue was also furious. "Are they afraid we’ll inherit their fortune, so they’re trying to kill us off early?"

Jiang Zuo remained silent. To him, any kind of punishnt chanism was irrelevant.

"Bring the withered bone over," Jiang Zuo said.

Mo Yan let out an "oh" and was about to go get it, but Jiang Zuo spoke up again, "Stop."

Mo Yan froze. "What is it now?"

Jiang Zuo looked at the array and said, "The difficulty has been increased. The array is now under complete control. With your crude abilities, you’d just be courting death."

Alright, Mo Yan didn’t dare to move an inch.

Witch Dan Xue was defiant. "Demon Cultivator Mo Yan, isn’t he just your support? You believe everything he says? What a coward."

Mo Yan shot back without hesitation, "If you’ve got the guts, you go."

"You think I’m afraid?" Then, Witch Dan Xue directed the White Tiger toward the withered bone.

But just as it got close to the bone, Witch Dan Xue froze. She felt a powerful resistance. And just when she was thinking of retreating, Mo Yan happened to see her hesitate.

"Tsk, tsk. So this is our Demon Cultivator Saintess. Can’t handle it, can you? And you had the nerve to call out just now."

A rush of anger filled Dan Xue, and she charged straight in. ’I won’t die anyway,’ she thought. ’Even if I’m seriously injured, I can’t let Demon Cultivator Mo Yan look down on .’

And just as the White Tiger forced its way forward, a burst of fire erupted from the array.

It directly engulfed Witch Dan Xue and her two companions.

"AHHHHHHH! My face, my face!"

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