Zhang Yang decided to intervene.
Because he believed that seriously wounded disciple of the Great Dream Sword Sect was a rare and valuable prize.
Of course, he had also considered whether this demonic wind and ghostly aura had come for him, but ultimately rejected the idea. Two months had passed, and they were separated by tens of thousands of li—the timing simply didn't match.
Thus, Zhang Yang still leaned toward the idea that the Great Dream Sword Sect disciple had obtained some sort of important military intelligence.
The entire Guanshan Town was in a panic. How many years had it been since demonic wind and ghostly aura had dared to attack a town directly? Aside from those rogue cultivators, the residents here probably couldn't even tell demons from ghosts.
Amidst the chaos, Zhang Yang didn't rush to act. Instead, using the confusion as cover, he darted into the home of a wealthy merchant in Guanshan Town. This merchant was a native of the town whose family had been in business for five generations. The family estate was lavish beyond compare, covering roughly one-twentieth of Guanshan Town.
Moreover, several generations of this wealthy merchant's family had possessed refined tastes, planting many precious trees around their estate. After decades or even centuries of accumulation, these trees were extremely valuable in Zhang Yang's eyes. Even if sold, they would fetch a considerable price.
However, the wealthy merchant's household had three rogue cultivators serving as attendants and kept more than two hundred warriors. Most importantly, it had the Great Dream Sword Sect behind it, so no one dared provoke it—including Zhang Yang. On his first day in Guanshan Town, he had spotted those dozens of towering trees brimming with vitality, and he had been salivating over them ever since.
Now, the wealthy merchant's home