Novel Full Chapter 678 - 684: Your Uncle Is Still Your Uncle! (Part 1)
Chapter 678: Chapter 684: Your Uncle Is Still Your Uncle! (Part 1)
Yang Zhen had disappeared for a year already, and during this year, almost everyone believed that Yang Zhen was dead, because even the powerful practitioners at the Circulation Phase could not successfully enter the Thunder Lustre Hellfire.
There were, however, some individuals who did not think Yang Zhen was dead because they had long forgotten about him.
Who was Yang Zhen?
Rumored to be an arrogant genius?
While I’ve heard of such a character, I’ve never seen him. If he shows up now, the current outstanding prodigy can teach him how to behave within minutes.
During this year, too many things had transpired. Countless powerful entities had emerged in the world. Numerous powers sprouted like shoots after a spring rain within people’s sight.
Nowadays, every practitioner who steps out of their door would silently remind themselves to be low-key. The more unassuming, the better; they should address anyone they meet as their elder. Only in this way could they preserve their lives.
Who could tell if the youthful figure approaching might be a being that had lived for ten thousand years, those who had chosen to seal and hibernate themselves before the Great Cataclysm?
Although these people were still muddled, blindsided by the Great Cataclysm, they at least inherited the legacies of those from ten thousand years ago.
What does inheriting from ten thousand years back mean?
The Heaven and Earth Qi ten thousand years prior was far denser than it is now. The cultivation methods those older practitioners trained in could not be practiced unless the Heaven and Earth bonds were shattered, causing the Heaven and Earth Qi to flourish. There simply wasn’t enough Heaven and Earth True Essence to support the operation of those methods.
Who could withstand a group of mighty beings who practiced ancient cultivation methods?
Even the Beiqi Clan had been behaving obediently, hiding in a mountain range named Beiqi Mountain in the north of Northern Island. They nearly secluded themselves from worldly affairs.
…
On this day, countless practitioners arrived at Cold City, making the place lively again. Yet amidst the bustle, undercurrents were running strong. The original inhabitants of Cold City turned quiet, with many opting to hide indoors, becoming the first group in their cultivation world to stay home!
Helplessly, Cold City was now teeming with mighty figures. You could potentially encounter an old fellow from ten thousand years ago with a simple swing of your hand. What’s worse, they often appeared as youths, their horrifying power causing people to question their life choices.
In the teahouse of Cold City, everyone was chattering incessantly while a sly cat was grumbling about the bad taste of the food.
Suddenly, all the discussions abruptly ceased. The entire teahouse had become so quiet that you could hear the sound of the sly cat sipping its drink.
An eerie atmosphere coalesced, and the tense mood within the teahouse was palpable. A chilling presence emanated from the floor below, causing everyone to look at the staircase without hesitation.
A group of people ascended the staircase at a leisure pace.
The leader, a young man in a fancy outfit, wore a faint smirk of disdain. He surveyed the room and said, “Gentlemen, please, continue. It seems your Saint overheard some discussions regarding Yang Zhen?”
Having said that, the young man in the fancy outfit took a seat among the crowd and smiled, “Please do continue. This Saint here takes quite an interest in this Yang Zhen.”
Following behind the young man was an array of stunningly beautiful women, each with their unique allure. Dressed in white, they wore peaceful smiles on their faces. However, the long swords in their hands each exuded an awe-inspiring chill.
The sly cat took a glance at the young man before returning its troubled gaze to the food, as if it were an immense chore to finish the meal.
“Yan…Yan Saint, we were only speaking off the cuff, please do not take us seriously.” An elder expressed an uneasy smile and placated modestly.
Yan Saint gave the elder a look and replied laughingly, “Oh, my elder, do not hold back! Your Saint is truly interested in Yang Zhen. Speaking of it, not being born in the same era as Yang Zhen is indeed a regret. Nonetheless, the situation now is not bad either. I heard he sought to create a Tao solely his own?”
A foolish expression flickered across the old man’s face. Shaking his head, he said, “That statement has become a joke among the people. Even the strong ones at the Circulation Phase claimed it was ridiculous. But then again, if Yang Zhen hadn’t been so arrogant, he wouldn’t have died in the Thunder Lustre Hellfire.”
Yan Saint shook his head and said, “You’re wrong. There are still many people firmly believe that Yang Zhen is not dead.”
The elder was taken aback. He glanced at the others, then suddenly burst out laughing. “By people who firmly believe, you must mean the holy lady Hua and Miss Daochi, right?” he said. “It’s a pity about those two beautiful creatures. I’ve heard that their talent has been greatly admired by the strong ones at the Circulation Phase from the Ancient Origin Holy Land. They even wanted to take them as disciples but were rejected by the two girls.”
Perhaps feeling that Yan Saint was approachable, the crowd gradually relaxed. A middle-aged man chuckled, “Now, the holy lady Hua and Miss Daochi, known as the ‘Double Plume of the Northern Island’, have spent their entire lives on a mistake about Yang Zhen. Apart from them, it seems no one believes that Yang Zhen is still alive.”
Speaking of Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er, a playful smile flashed across the corner of Yan Saint’s mouth. He sighed regretfully, “Indeed, I wonder how many people today are seeking the favor of the Double Plume. This isn’t because so many talented young men are smitten with them. It’s just that the reputation of Yang Zhen was simply too big. Many talented young men could not accept this, but…”
Pausing on this point, Yan Saint sighed again, saying, “I’m just not sure which of these guys will win the hearts of the holy lady Hua and Miss Daochi, or maybe… one guy?”
The crowd burst into laughter, chiming in, “We reckon Yan Saint has a good shot.”
“Indeed, Yan Saint is the saint of the Gu Jin Clan. He has already reached the Divine Transformation Stage of cultivation. He is also magnificently handsome. If he can’t succeed, who can?”
Yan Saint laughed heartily, then lamented, “Regrettably, I still haven’t met either Hua Youyue or Han Yan’er. I’ve only heard that both women are unparalleled in beauty. If only I could…”
Whoosh!
A dark blur flashed like lightning, rushing towards Yan Saint.
Yan Saint’s face turned completely pale as he saw a dark chicken leg, with two bite marks on it, rushing towards him. He was immediately infuriated and then laughed coldly.
“You think you can threaten this saint with something that doesn’t emit any True Essence fluctuations? I want to see who’s that daring…”
Buzz!
The chicken leg, already moving fast, suddenly accelerated when a woman near Yan Saint drew her sword, and it perfectly jammed into Yan Saint’s mouth.
“Wha-Wha-Wha!”
Pop!
With a start, Yan Saint yanked the chicken leg out of his mouth, stood up abruptly, his face ashy. He glared hard at a corner of the teahouse.
Everyone was shocked. How could an ordinary chicken leg, one that had been bitten twice and had no True Essence fluctuations whatsoever, speed up all of a sudden?
Yan Saint was at the Divine Transformation stage of cultivation. The crowds were astounded when such a powerful young practitioner was caught off guard and got his mouth stuffed full.
When everyone looked towards the corner of the teahouse, they were taken aback yet again.
A member of the Demonic Race, a Demonic Race member wearing a bamboo hat, a plump Demonic Race member wearing a bamboo hat.
“Who are you?” asked Yan Saint, his face darkening as he stared at the demon, his voice icy cold.
The atmosphere in the teahouse suddenly turned icy cold.
The scoundrel cat leisurely removed his bamboo hat. He next picked up a toothpick, scraped the chicken meat out of his teeth, flicked it away and said disdainfully, “Watch your mouth, kid. Otherwise, when that guy comes out, you’ll find that your uncle is still and always will be your uncle. It’s not just for a day or two, but because any Tom, Dick, or Harry think they can do as they please.”