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Whenever he realized he was using too many materials, he would make adjustnts. However, even then, new problems would arise.
With a sigh of despair, he walked out of the dicine Making Hall, looking up to see a large crowd of people sitting cross-legged. Most of them were in groups of three to five, with a few groups of ten. Most were young and beautiful won, and Yan Xiaobao was not familiar with them.
They varied in shape and size, but each was beautiful in her own way. Many of them were clearly competing to be the most attractive, and their eyes sparkled upon seeing Yan Xiaobao.
Most people sat next to them, seemingly delighted to see Yan Xiaobao. In fact, they all got up and noisily rushed over.
Yan Xiaobao was taken aback, instinctively taking a step back, stunned, a bit unsure of what was happening. "Hey, hold on! What... what are you doing?"
"Bai Daoist, I am Zhao Tianhai. Zhao Yiduo is my nephew! Hahaha! Bai Daoist, you really are a young hero, a man outstanding in appearance and talent!"
"Daoist Bai Clan! What a dragon among n, a hero and extraordinary! One glance and I can see he's like soone soaring among the clouds, with boundless potential. Ahem. I am Sun Yunshan. These young won are the beauties of my family. Fellow Daoist, if I'm not mistaken, you're lacking a maid, aren't you?"
"Bai Daoist, I am Zhou Tian. With a glance at Bai Daoist, I can clearly feel your heroic spirit. You are evidently the future overlord of the Eastern Cultivation World. We are destined to be friends at first sight. Look at these young won standing next to . Each one is a precious pearl of the Zhou Clan..."
A clamor erupted, everyone trying to speak the loudest. Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened, and he backed up a few steps. However, it took him only a mont to realize these people had co to offer him their clan daughters...
He wasn't sure why this was happening, but looking at the young won approaching, he could see all of them were very beautiful. In fact, many of them could be considered his type. The way they were being offered suggested that if he didn't accept, he would be refusing to save their face. Yan Xiaobao imdiately beca guarded.
Of course, he was good at socializing, so he didn't show any hint on his face. A brilliant smile erged, and after exchanging so aningless pleasantries with the spokespersons of the various cultivation families, he managed to extricate himself.
However, before he reached his residence, he encountered others who had been waiting. All of them had similar things to say and offered him their family daughters along with other gifts and promises.
"Surely sothing big is happening, but what?" he thought. "Could it be they discovered one of my ancestors is an immortal? Maybe I'm not from the world of mortals after all. I... I am actually from so exalted, powerful individuals? Heaven! How did I not realize?!" His mind whirled as he hurried to his residence. However, it was surrounded by a group of people from various cultivation families, all of whose eyes glead with hope. It was as if a nod from Yan Xiaobao's head would make them do whatever he wanted!
Especially the young won. They all gathered around Yan Xiaobao, glaring at each other and pushing back and forth.
Seeing all this made Yan Xiaobao's scalp tingle. He was completely surrounded, no matter which direction he tried to move, he encountered soft and warm things. They even started tugging on his clothes, causing his heart to pound. Finally, a cold snort echoed, and Hou Xiaoi appeared. She charged over, glaring angrily, cheeks puffed up, and pushed the other young won aside.
"Out of my way! What do you think you're doing!? This is Xiangyun Peak of the Spirit Stream Sect. Don't you old fools know how to keep calm? Greetings everyone. Hey, you! You there! You're skinnier than a green bean! What are you pushing people for? And you! You're fatter than a cow! It's baffling !" Hou Xiaoi sounded very angry as she pushed all the young won crowding around Yan Xiaobao to the side.
She was small and delicate, but full of fury, she seed filled with limitless strength. Faced with such opposition, the other young won imdiately surrendered, clearing the way, shouting loudly in the chaos. Hou Xiaoi with arms akimbo, charged forward, looking like a chili pepper, her words sharp and hurtful.
Yan Xiaobao took advantage of the mont to quickly rush into the courtyard. Once inside, he looked down to find his clothing had been tugged so forcefully that they were about to fall off.
"Absolutely terrifying!" he thought, breathless. His heart filled with dread, he looked back toward the gate, seeing Hou Xiaoi standing there, verbally sparring with the other young won, standing alone before dozens of people.
Eventually, the responsible mbers of the cultivators couldn't sit by and watch. They eventually intervened and suggested to the young won that they should leave. Respectfully, under Yan Xiaobao's guidance, they promised to return for another visit later.
Soon, it was evening. Outside Yan Xiaobao's gate, it was quiet, but in the distance, people from various Cultivation Tribes sat cross-legged in ditation, seemingly guarding the area.
All these people had traveled from afar using various ans and had ways to avoid being driven away.
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