The earth-shaking sound lasted for almost the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before gradually subsiding. By then, the entire teahouse was deserted. Those who remained were all cultivators at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm Eighth Heavenly Layer or above, with many more at the Half-Step Great Saint level.
Whether they were cultivators at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm or Half-Step Great Saint, they were all trembling with fear, not daring to utter a sound.
The teahouse waiters also became unusually cautious, their movements slow and deliberate. Whatever they were doing, they immediately stopped and stood respectfully to the side, waiting.
People have arrived, and quite a few of them.
Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er exchanged a glance, then quietly tucked the curious Shameless Cat inside their clothes and took small sips of their fragrant tea.
Even from a distance, Yang Zhen could feel a terrifying aura emanating from them, and judging from the reactions of the people in the teahouse, they must have come for the teahouse.
From the moment the first person stepped onto the first flight of stairs, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Yang Zhen kept his eyes down, sipping his tea slowly, but his peripheral vision kept glancing towards the stairwell.
A young woman walked up; she had delicate features, and if it weren't for the veil covering her face, she would probably be just as beautiful as Han Yan'er.
Three longswords floated behind the woman, each emanating an aura of a Saint Weapon, leaving Yang Zhen speechless.
What a cool outfit! Absolutely stunning! How does this woman manage to make three Saint Weapon float behind her like a peacock spreading its tail feathers?
The first longsword was blood red, the second longsword was icy cold, and the third longsword was like fire.
The woman's face was frosty. After entering the teahouse, she glanced around and then fixed her gaze on an empty seat by the window before walking over.
Behind the young woman were two old men, both at the Saint Realm. They looked old and frail, their eyes fixed straight ahead, like two puppets, yet their aura was chilling.
Yang Zhen didn't notice the two old men at first glance, just like a young woman followed by two long swords. This shows just how terrifying these two Saint Realm experts were.
"Haven't they arrived yet?" the young woman asked, frowning as she looked out the window at the sunset.
As soon as the woman spoke, Chu Liuhua couldn't help but shudder, a look of infatuation appearing on his face.
Yang Zhen looked around in surprise and saw that almost all the men around him had the same expression on their faces. He quickly followed suit and stared at the young woman with a lecherous look on his face, almost drooling.
The young woman seemed to notice the commotion around her, turned around to look at Yang Zhen, but only glanced at him briefly before paying no further attention.
That one look almost made Yang Zhen suffocate; such a sharp gaze.
Yang Zhen really disliked this kind of woman; she was cold and aloof, as if the whole world had ill intentions towards her, keeping everyone at arm's length.
Aren't people like that afraid of growing old alone?
Since he was unfamiliar with the place and the woman hadn't provoked Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, he didn't bother arguing with her. He simply sipped his tea and waited for things to unfold.
The two Saint Realm experts behind the young woman stood like wooden stakes. One of them, an old woman, spoke up, "Cave Profound Thirty-Six, Western Wonder Fifty-Two. They've arrived, but it's rather laughable; they seem to be waiting for someone."
The old woman was uttering nonsensical words, leaving the group completely bewildered.
Yang Zhen stirred. Dongxuan Thirty-Six, Xiqi Fifty-Two, these are two directions, and indeed there are the auras of the Saint Realm experts in both directions.
Who exactly are these people?
" The Three Mountains Holy Land hold a martial arts discussion in a teahouse every half month. They dislike anyone making a sound during their conversations, so you should simply listen and remember not to utter a sound."
A voice transmission reached Yang Zhen's ears, and Han Yan'er, who was beside him, was also startled, obviously having heard the transmission as well.
Yang Zhen looked at Chu Liuhua beside her, but Chu Liuhua ignored her and stared at the ceiling as if it were his wife.
Although he didn't know what the Three Mountains Holy Land was, Yang Zhen finally understood that the people in front of him seemed to have some special hobby. They always liked to debate and discuss martial arts in crowded places. Some people with low cultivation levels had no chance to listen, but for those with good cultivation levels, it was a rare opportunity.
Chu Liuhua seemed to have gotten addicted to telepathic communication. Seeing that Yang Zhen didn't react, he continued, "Usually, it's all Saint Realm experts who come to debate the Dao, but this time, Holy Maiden Qingquan actually came. Brother, your luck is truly extraordinary."
A hint of curiosity flashed across Yang Zhen's face. Just as he was about to ask a question, a gaze as sharp as a blade pierced through him, causing cold sweat to instantly break out on Chu Liuhua's face.
The one looking over was the old man behind the Holy Maiden Qingquan. He only glanced at him, but he felt suppressed by the might of heaven. Even Yang Zhen, with his current level of cultivation, felt suffocated, let alone Chu Liuhua.
The old man seemed to sense that Yang Zhen hadn't been greatly affected, so he glanced at him again, but only glanced at him once more.
Chu Liuhua dared not make a sound again, his eyes fixed on the roof beams above him with deep affection.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and began to wait quietly. There was no harm in listening to more debates.
Just then, a hearty laugh rang out, "I didn't expect it to be the Holy Maiden Qingquan this time. It seems the appearance of the Three Flowers Holy Maiden at Qianyuan Ridge has a significant impact on the Spring Mountain Holy Land."
From any perspective, this cheerful voice was like a gentle breeze. Even if one could only hear the voice and not see the person, Yang Zhen could tell that the person who came this time must be a handsome young man.
Sure enough, Dao Body appeared like a bluebird from the teahouse window and landed beside the Holy Maiden Qingquan.
This was a young man, tall and slender with delicate features; in terms of handsomeness, he almost rivaled Yang Zhen.
Of course, Yang Zhen never liked to talk about his handsome appearance; he was a person who valued inner qualities.
This handsome guy looks so good he could charm countless girls, almost as good as Yang Zhen who charms millions of girls. But in terms of inner qualities, Yang Zhen thinks he's far inferior. At least Yang Zhen wouldn't choose to jump out of the window when there are stairs available.
A hint of surprise appeared on the Holy Maiden Qingquan's face, a faint smile playing on her lips as she looked at the young man and said, "Even the Holy Son Qingchen of Chen Mountain Holy Land has gone into seclusion. How can Clear Spring remain indifferent?"
As her name suggests, the Holy Maiden Qingquan speaks words like the tinkling of Clear Spring, yet with a hint of autumn chill, bringing a refreshing yet somewhat icy feeling.
The two exchanged a smile and simultaneously turned their gaze to the window.
Holy Son Qingchen chuckled and said, "Since you two seniors are here, why not show yourselves and meet us?"
Just as everyone's hearts skipped a beat, a cold snort rang out, " The Flowerless Great Saint has come to Qianyuan Mountain and is very likely to become a Yaoguang Holy Land. Gentlemen, why don't we pause our debate today and go pay a visit to the Flowerless Great Saint?"
Yang Zhen was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Senior, do you know where the Flowerless Great Saint is staying?"
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's question, the teahouse fell almost instantly silent.
Chu Liuhua's face suddenly turned completely pale, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.
Holy Son Qingchen slowly turned around, a playful expression on his face that seemed to be a smile. Holy Maiden Qingquan let out a soft "hmm" and curiously turned her gaze to Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen: "..."
Damn Sage of Saunter, I only asked one question, why are you reacting like I've committed a terrible crime?