When Miserable Cat and the others emerged from the Tri-Floral Temple, they were immediately taken aback by the sea of people before them. Even Yang Zhen was dumbfounded, stunned by the sight of the spectators who seemed to have all the time in the world.
On the back mountain of Beiqi, crowds were gathered like a dark sea. Everyone was craning their necks to get a glimpse of Hua Youyue.
Hua Youyue didnât inherit the legacy of the Tri-Floral Saintess, but after absorbing the energy of the Tri-Floral Temple, her complexion became more radiant, and she was even more stunning. Standing among the crowd, she drew all their attention like a spotlight was focused on her.
Han Yanâer, standing by Hua Youyue, furrowed her brows at the surrounding crowd, asking, âWhat are all these people planning to do? Donât they have to practice?â
Yang Zhen burst into laughter, and said with interest, âYou think everyone is like you, only interested in practicing. Youâre wasting your youth. When we have time, Iâll take you around to explore. The world isnât just about getting by, it also has poetry and distant fields, which are quite beautiful. If they arenât beautiful, you can smack me. If they are, you have to let me kiss you. What do you say?â
Clangâ!
Han Yanâer seemed to prefer answering Yang Zhen with the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Suppressing her laughter, she gazed at Yang Zhenâs dumbfounded expression and said, âUnsheath your sword, young man!â
Yang Zhen was stunned. He hadnât expected that even Han Yanâer, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, would use this internet jargon. As he was about to speak, a hearty laugh came over, causing him to break out in goosebumps.
âAbsurd! If you canât sever the ties with the mundane life here and now, wouldnât everything be mundane even in the distant fields and poetry?â
A group of people pushed through the crowd and slowly walked up to Yang Zhen. The man leading them was handsome, which left Yang Zhen baffled. He turned to the others and asked, âWhoâs this fool with a screw loose?â
âYouâ¦â
Fu Kun hadnât expected that Yang Zhen would swear at him, after the somewhat poetic words he had just spoken. His face turned red as if he was choking on two large steamed buns. After a while, he coldly snorted and shook his head with disappointment. âYang Zhen, Fu came with great interest, but upon meeting you, Iâm disappointed to see such a shallow person,â he said.
Yang Zhenâs puzzled expression grew more pronounced. He turned back to Miserable Cat and asked, âIs he a relative of yours?â
This guy was being sarcastic right from the start. Even a fool could see that he was up to no good. So, Yang Zhen didnât intend to be cordial with him either.
Hearing this, Miserable Cat became furious. He jumped up and exploded into a stream of curses, âYour relative, your whole familyâs relative! How could I have such a stupid relative?â
Yang Zhen was not upset. He casually responded, âI also think that you donât seem to have such a dumb relative.â
He was very annoyed.
He was just discussing with Han Yanâer about whether or not to unsheathe the sword and what pose would make it look cooler when this guy, acting all superior, rushed up and degraded his words.
Yang Zhen had flaunted this particular quote for decades, but he had never thought it could be interpreted in such a way.
Oh, what this guy said made sense too. If you canât deal with your current life, even if you reach the distant fields and poetry, it might not be poetry and fields you see. Even if it is, it will also turn into a mundane life.
What a scholar!
Yang Zhen widened his eyes, curiously looking at the newcomer. His face froze as he looked past the handsome guy standing in front of him and noticed the two old men behind him.
These two old men were incredible. One seemed to have a black hole hanging over him, and the other was even stranger, with countless sword glows swirling around him. It seemed as if all the swords were paying their homage, a chilling sight.
If these two old men were to fight, they definitely seemed like the type who could kill someone in the blink of an eye.
âCirculation Phase?â
Yang Zhen raised an eyebrow and ignored Fu Kun, deciding to address the two old men instead.
Bai Shengbo looked at Yang Zhen curiously and nodded, âYou are indeed out of the ordinary. Your energy is extraordinarily complex. Itâs no wonder that the Five Clans are at a disadvantage against you. However, you should know that once you reach the Circulation Phase, if you keep practicing so recklessly, you will definitely regret it.â
Tai Zhongquan also nodded, sizing up Yang Zhen with interest, grinning, âBoy, donât worry. We wonât take advantage of you. But since youâve recklessly killed people from our Five Clans, we need an explanation, right?â
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen hastily nodded, his perception of these two old fellows immediately improved a great deal.
Hitting the underling to draw out their boss, this rule was almost more accurate than the âtrue fragrance theorem.â It was unchanging, regardless of whether it was on the Blue Planet, the internet, or even in the practitionerâs world.
However, those legendary old fellows who tried to use their age to gain respect were truly a pain in the balls, and also seemed incredibly ridiculous.
These two old men before him were different. They just showed up out of nowhere, and were even able to condescend to stand behind a fledgling. They stood there, appearing nonchalant and indifferent. That was the demeanor that should be expected from advanced practitioners.
With a curious look on his face, Yang Zhen asked, âWhat do you two senior practitioners plan to do to solve this problem? Perhaps you could outline it for me?â
Tai Zhongquan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, âKid, youâre quite an interesting little fellow. If you hadnât rashly gotten yourself into a hopeless situation, maybe I could have made a friend out of you.â
Bai Shengbo, on the other hand, was watching Yang Zhen sternly. He humphed coldly, about to say something, when he suddenly caught sight of Fu Kun, who was shaking like a sieve. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses, humphed once more, and remained silent.
Clearly, Bai Shengbo intended to return the spotlight to Fu Kun. If not, Fu Kun would surely be driven to the brink of depression.
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Fu Kun was livid!
He was almost enraged to death!
He had just made a dramatic entrance and shut down Yang Zhen, making all eyes turn onto him. But then Yang Zhen started cursing him out, making him question his existence.
Debate with such a rogue?
Right now, Fu Kun wished that he could rush up and tear Yang Zhen to pieces. Who needs a debate? Just finish the guy off!
However, Fu Kun understood, it was not that simple his time. He wasnât only here to debate with Yang Zhen, but he also carried the mission of the Gu Jin clan.
Thousands of practitioners were watching, and he had made a show of readiness for a debate. If he rashly killed Yang Zhen under the backing of Gu Jin and Ancient Origin Holy Land, it would utterly disgrace both clans.
He couldnât be angry!
He couldnât be angry!
He couldnât be angry!
He had to remind himself three times of important things!
Fu Kun took a deep breath, ready to speak, when Yang Zhen suddenly looked at him with an innocent face and said worriedly, âBig brother, are you unwell? I happen to have some emergency heart-saving pills. Do you want to try some?â
His casual offer made Fu Kun curse inwardly. Even if youâre playacting, at least make it a bit more believable!
Fu Kun felt that if he hadnât been holding back just now, he would have definitely splattered his blood onto Yang Zhenâs face.
Was this Yang Zhen⦠a devil?
It had to be on purpose! No one is naturally this odious. He was definitely trying to disturb his mental state.
It had to be this way!
This damned jerk!
Fu Kun felt that if he hadnât seen through Yang Zhenâs intentions, he would have lost his cool!
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