Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

The Vajra Superpower's mastery of power is truly extraordinary; shaking out the shells is just a trivial task.

Yang Fan picked them up one by one, released a strand of power, and stimulated the shells, causing them to spit out the mud and sand.

In no time.

He had collected a large bucket full.

Ordinary fishermen spend a whole day to gather a bucket of shells.

Yang Fan did it in just ten minutes, and a bucket of food reserve was in his hands.

Yang Fan placed them in the Space Pearl, emptied the wooden bucket, and moved to another place to continue gathering sea treasures.

"Bang!"

He stomped his foot while muttering, "Give me a year, and I could keep the Ying Sang folks from eating any sea shells."

After a while.

"Tweet!"

A lark companion chirped a reminder.

Yang Fan turned his head to look over, seeing a group of Ying Sang people dressed like fishermen walking toward him.

He refrained from using the Vajra Superpower and honestly started digging with a shovel.

However.

Even so.

His efficiency was astonishingly high, every shovel scoop brought up a sizeable shell.

These Ying Sang folks combined couldn't match up to his efficiency.

Such remarkable efficiency naturally caught the attention of the Ying Sang people.

After a little while.

Three Ying Sang people walked over together.

One of them shouted loudly.

Yang Fan couldn't understand the Ying Sang language.

But the wood carving could translate: "Hey, masked fellow, which village are you from? This is our Xiaocang Village territory."

Yang Fan frowned.

Gathering a few more shells and you get envious?

Yang Fan glanced at them, picked up his plastic bucket, and left.

Behind him.

The three Ying Sang people burst into laughter, wearing a victorious smile.

The wood carving timely transmitted a message: "Most Supreme Master, please allow me to devour these three pieces of trash who disrespect you."

Yang Fan coldly reprimanded, "Shut up!"

He didn't like the Ying Sang people.

But neither was he a murderous monster.

The Buddha Face showed a pitiful expression.

It suddenly missed its previous master.

The previous master was always respectful, spoke cautiously, and would offer fresh blood food from time to time.

But the current master frequently scolds, forces it to eat glass shards and chew table legs, and even threatens to destroy it.

It felt its dignity had been reduced to the dirt.

How heartbreaking!

Boo hoo!

But the Deceitful Artifact's grievance lasted only a second.

It quickly adjusted its mindset.

The current master possesses powerful strength and unfathomable means; the previous master can't even compare.

After the internal saga, the Buddha Face respectfully replied, "Most Supreme Master, I will always obey your will."

Yang Fan replied with a "Hmm," increasingly feeling that the Deceitful Artifact's mind was not normal.

Before long.

Yang Fan walked far.

He slipped into a forest, moved his right hand, and three ice needles formed at his fingertips.

Each ice needle had a diameter comparable to cow hair.

Yang Fan glanced at the beach, his right hand turned pale gold, and he fiercely swung it.

Three ice needles pierced hundreds of meters across, precisely landing in the ankles of the three Ying Sang people.

They only felt a slight sting in their ankles but didn't think much of it.

Half an hour later.

The three Ying Sang people suddenly felt an extraordinary cold within their ankles, as if countless needles were madly stabbing.

"Ah~"

They fell on the beach, wailing loudly.

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Ten kilometers away.

A rugged and hard-to-traverse cape.

Yang Fan held a sea fishing rod, smiling, "The combination of multiple superpowers offers so many ways to play."

The ice needles tormenting the three Ying Sang people used the "Delayed Attack" technique.

The Ice Power was wrapped by the Vajra's power; initially, there wasn't much trouble.

Once the power dissipated, the Ice Power would erupt, causing the three Ying Sang people unbearable pain.

Yang Fan remembered the faces of the Ying Sang people and murmured, "I don't like the Ying Sang people."

He suddenly flicked his right hand, and an ice needle flashed instantly.

On the sea fifty meters away.

A large sea fish with a frozen surface, weighing about ten pounds, quickly floated up.

A Golden Eagle swiftly flew over to drag the sea fish back.

Yang Fan murmured again, "I also don't like Ying Sang's fish; they refuse to bite the hook."

He furiously declared, "I will fish you all out!"

The wood carving showed loyalty again, "Most Supreme Master, I can kill all the Ying Sang fish."

"Shut up!"

Yang Fan shouted again.

By midnight.

Yang Fan finished his work.

After tumbling by the sea for so long, he actually collected 0.4 points of Spiritual Source Value.

More than expected.

This proves the sea is indeed far richer than rivers.

After enjoying a seafood feast.

Yang Fan set up a tent and lay down a mattress, quickly falling into a deep sleep within minutes.

Who knows how long passed.

He heard a mysterious call.

Then the scene of daytime sea fishing bizarrely appeared.

A chubby little girl with a cute panda hat suddenly appeared beside him.

"Ah! I finally found you!"

The little girl showed a cute smile, speaking in precise Xia Language.