"Fellow Daoist... Chen Shan, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
Several seconds later, Extreme Yang Ancestor came back to his senses. He stared at Chen Changming and sneered.
"I haven't."
Chen Changming smiled with certainty. A sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he gave it a shake. "Back then, I saw Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother leave words on the wall."
At those words, Extreme Yang Ancestor's composure faltered.
His eyes widened as he blurted out, "You... you've been to the Pure Yang Cave Abode too?"
"That's right. I am the third person to obtain the Pure Yang Sword Art."
Chen Changming nodded.
Extreme Yang Ancestor fell silent at once. He had never imagined that just as his plans on Golden Turtle Island were about to reach fruition, some bargain-bin junior brother would suddenly barge in halfway through.
Under normal circumstances, even if someone later obtained the Pure Yang Sword Art, it would have been many years afterward. No matter how that person cultivated, it should have been impossible for him to break through to Spirit Transformation before Extreme Yang Ancestor.
Yet things were simply this strange.
This bargain-bin junior brother had overtaken those before him and also broken through to Spirit Transformation.
What was fatal was that this man had deep ties with the Human Sect.
Within the clouds above the sea, an exasperated voice suddenly rang out.
"Damn it, this is the Dragon King's temple flooded by a great flood—one family failing to recognize its own! This fellow called Chen Shan is actually a fellow disciple of Extreme Yang!"
"The situation is indeed somewhat troublesome." Even the ever-composed young man in red frowned.
If they were fellow disciples, then Extreme Yang Ancestor would be unable to seize the Human Sect's treasure vault.
And the two