Beigong Zhen

"Old man, are you sure you want to punish me?"

Yang Chen looked at the old man teasingly, almost wanting to laugh.

What, did these old fossils now like to throw their weight around the moment they emerged?

Just because he said he would punish him, he could punish him?

Did he really think Yang Chen was made of clay?

What a joke!

The old man looked calmly at Yang Chen. A trace of doubt flickered through his cloudy eyes.

"Your cultivation..."

The old man looked at Yang Chen in confusion, seemingly unable to be certain.

The smile at the corner of Yang Chen's lips gradually widened.

"Have you seen through me?"

After observing him carefully for a while, the old man was finally able to confirm it.

"Why haven't you advanced to the Immortal Realm?"

The old man stared fixedly at Yang Chen. He found it strange—this young man clearly possessed the power to break through to the Immortal Realm, yet he had deliberately suppressed it.

By all reason, the Immortal Realm was the realm pursued by every powerhouse in the second-level universes. Yet when it came to Yang Chen, it seemed so casual.

Yang Chen said flatly, "What business is it of yours?"

For a moment, the old man was speechless, not knowing what to say. His expression even grew somewhat complicated. Why had he secluded himself for so long? It was precisely because he wanted to advance to the Immortal Realm. Otherwise, with his current cultivation, it would not be long before he turned into a mound of yellow earth.

Moreover, now that he had emerged this time, his death was certain!

Because his lifespan had already reached its limit.

Had he not emerged, he might have been able to hold on a while longer. But North