Chapter 1259: Chapter 1284: Let's See If I Can Stab You to the End Chapter 1259: Chapter 1284: Let's See If I Can Stab You to the End Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Zhen was a bit befuddled.
What's the matter?
Is it a mistake to be without a sect?
Han Yan'er and Que Ling both had a look of alertness on their faces, especially Que Ling, who seemed hesitant, glancing at Duan Deming and Fang Jushi before standing in front of Yang Zhen with some indecision.
Yang Zhen, with an indifferent expression, observed Que Ling. As for Duan Deming and others, he didn't pay them much attention.
At that moment, a look of determination flashed in Que Ling's eyes; she smiled at Duan Deming, and then stepped to stand behind Yang Zhen.
This simple action surprised everyone present, and their expressions were filled with amazement.
Qianyang Palace held a pivotal position in the Great Desolation, and even Duan Deming and Fang Jushi could not ignore its influence.
Although Que Ling was just a disciple of Qianyang Palace, if she could win over this power, in the Barbaric Ancient Land, their influence would become different.
But now, with so many forces present from the Great Desolation, Que Ling chose to stand behind Yang Zhen. This simple action made everyone even more curious about Yang Zhen's identity.
How could a rogue practitioner, who doesn't belong to any sect, make Que Ling, a disciple of Qianyang Palace, stand opposite Duan Deming and Fang Jushi?
Obviously, that was impossible.
Fang Jushi took a deep breath, his face bearing a meaningful smile, and was just about to speak to Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen waved him off and said, “So boring. Since you don't believe the truth, it seems our paths don't align and we can't be friends. Goodbye!”
Having said that, Yang Zhen really did start to walk away. As he passed Fang Jushi, he lightly patted Fang Jushi's shoulder, nudging him into a stumble.
Fang Jushi's face showed an expression of rage, but before he could speak, Duan Deming suddenly burst into laughter, his voice chilling as he slowly said, “Since that's the case, the next time we meet, things between us and Young Master Yang might not end amicably. After all, in the Barbaric Ancient Land, uniting with those who share the same views and attacking the different is an undeniable fact.”
This statement openly set everyone against each other. At this juncture, if Yang Zhen could honestly reveal his sect's legacy, he could still have joined Duan Deming and others.
Fang Jushi snorted coldly. A person able to cultivate to such a realm isn't someone who readily resorts to violence. Despite his displeased expression, he remained silent, standing next to Duan Deming, clearly agreeing with Duan Deming's words.
Han Yan'er was expressionless, following closely beside Yang Zhen, as if ready to follow him to the ends of the earth.
Que Ling, however, looked at Yang Zhen with a curious expression, her face showing hesitation as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she didn't speak and quickly moved to stand beside Yang Zhen.
Upon hearing their words, Yang Zhen's body shook, and, with an air of indifference, he waved his hand without looking back and said, “Whatever. If it really comes down to a fight, we'll see if Sao Saint can handle you.”
“Ridiculous!” Fang Jushi snorted coldly, staring at the back of Yang Zhen's head and said sternly, “You're too presumptuous, completely disregarding us. Do you really think yourself as a legacy of the Barbaric Era?”
Yang Zhen laughed heartily and said, “You don't believe the truth, so I'll tell you a lie. You actually guessed it. But what is the Barbaric inheritance anyway? Have you ever heard of a presence that once unified the vast wilderness?”
What?
Hearing the term “vast wilderness,” everyone was shocked.
Those who referred to the Barbaric Era as the vast wilderness were beings with profound legacies, true powerhouses who had witnessed the turmoil of myriad clans.
Everyone's faces showed looks of surprise and doubt, and Duan Deming asked Yang Zhen's retreating figure, “What presence?”
Yang Zhen looked up, gazing quietly at the sky, presenting the crowd with an endless forlorn silhouette, sighed, and said, “The legacy of Sao Saint's sect…is called a 'Grade A Anti-Theft Door!'”
A Class-A anti-theft door?
Without even looking back, Yang Zhen could feel a group of perplexed breaths behind him. He gently waved his sleeve, not stirring even a cloud in his wake.
Damn, everyone here really thinks they're the rulers of heaven and earth, forming cliques and engaging in strategies of alliance and opposition. If you don't shake them up regularly, it's like looking down on everyone in the world.
Yang Zhen had not come here in search of the Barbaric Ancient Land's heritage. He was here to find Saintess Tianxuan, the mischievous young lady who was now missing. Would she be in danger again, just like before?
This was not an unfounded concern for Yang Zhen. In a place like the Barbaric Ancient Land, a moment of carelessness could mean even your Spirit Soul might be devoured, let alone the bones and debris.
The crowd stood dumbfounded in place, watching Yang Zhen take his leave with a group, their faces full of resentment. However, at a time like this, when all sorts of crises were yet to be resolved, who would waste their energy on conflicts with human practitioners?
Que Ling followed by Yang Zhen's side, his curiosity about Yang Zhen growing. He couldn't help but ask, “Does a Class-A anti-theft door really exist?”
“Of course, it does.”
Yang Zhen looked back at Que Ling with a cheeky smile and said, “This door stumps every petty thief. In our village, it's widely known; countless people with ulterior motives have sought to breach this door.”
“People with ulterior motives?” Que Ling's face showed bewilderment as he mumbled to himself, “How could such a sect possibly carry on its lineage.”
Clearly, the image of a sect comprised entirely of people with ill-intentions had formed in Que Ling's mind.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and was about to speak when suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from a distance, unleashing a torrent of Demon Qi.
“Not good, the Demon Sect seems to be up to something!” Que Ling's expression changed as he spoke in a grave tone.
Yang Zhen squinted towards the mountains far away where the Demon Qi surged tumultuously, roaring as if to eclipse the sun and sky, a monstrous entity casting a shadow over everything.
At the same time, Yang Zhen could feel the disturbance of the natural laws of the world, carrying within it profound Taoist Feeling, thundering as if it were the sound of heaven.
Obviously, the Demon Qi was contending with the laws emanating from the Heavenly Machine Lock.
“Damn, Demon Qi that can contend with the natural laws–looks like this Demon Sect is also no trivial matter!”
Yang Zhen murmured to himself, and with a light leap, he vanished from the spot. His voice slowly drifted back, “You two go slower. I'll go ahead and check out the situation.”
If things continued this way, a sensational event might unfold ahead.
Countless figures from all directions charged towards the source, clearly noticing the eruption of the Demon Qi–these were individuals unfazed by the corruption of Demon Qi.
Practitioners from the Barbaric Era had their various ways to counter the Demon Qi. While not all methods had been fully passed down, there were undoubtedly entities within the Great Desolation that feared not the Demon Qi.
Along the way, Yang Zhen had seen several black figures, their terrifying aura even more sinister than the Demon Qi.
Clearly, these individuals did not belong to the cultivation world. Whether they were strong entities that had only emerged during the Barbaric Era was unclear.
Yang Zhen had no time to consider these questions. He charged ahead solely to see if Saintess Tianxuan was here!
Boom–!
Another earth-shattering sound filled the air, the land heaved tumultuously, waves of air roaring, and the heavens bellowed angrily.
The entire world seemed to boil over, the laws of nature bursting forth amidst the Demon Qi's encroachment, unleashing powerful shockwaves that leveled the surrounding mountains to the ground.
Chapter end
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