The young master's facial expressions, walking posture, and even the degree of his staggering are almost impeccable. If he were on the blue planet, he might even win an Oscar.
But it was precisely because it was so impeccable that Yang Zhen noticed something amiss.
At this moment, everyone was fighting on the flying boat, but this guy didn't think about killing all the cultivators who had broken in. Instead, like a villain in a TV series, his first priority was to check on his own treasure. Anyone who could do something like that must be either out of their mind or have a screw loose.
Compared to Yang Zhen, this little pitfall of the young master was nothing, so Yang Zhen activated the True Essence Cannon using the Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions before entering.
The bewildered young master, even after his head was gone, still couldn't figure out who was outside carrying a True Essence Cannon and blasting his perfectly good head off.
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement. This shot was absolutely perfect, not a single shot wasted, and it almost perfectly covered the young master's handsome face.
After confirming that the young master was indeed dead, the bold yet meticulous Yang Zhen looked up at the blood pool.
Within the pool of blood, a crimson, seed-like creature bobbed up and down in the churning, swirling blood.
"Seeds again?" Yang Zhen's expression was somewhat strange.
The last time he got his hands on a seed, a small sapling sprouted in his head. He still didn't understand what it was. Now he'd found another seed, and such a strange Blood Seed at that. Naturally, Yang Zhen didn't dare keep it on his person. He found a useless storage ring and put it away.
This place was not safe to stay in. After taking off the young master's ring, Yang Zhen sneaked away. Before leaving, he laughed and excitedly shouted that he had found an eight-star weapon.
The eight-star weapon was almost twice as good as the Startling Thunder Sword. Yang Zhen himself didn't have one, which naturally aroused the crowd's frenzy. For a time, the battle was in full swing. Almost all the cultivators who broke into the Black Dove were bloodthirsty. They took whatever they could and ran away. They didn't care whether they were with the same group or not. They would slap people with all kinds of Method Formula and martial arts techniques, including ice, fire, and lightning.
When the leader led her people into the Black Dove, Yang Zhen was already tens of thousands of feet away and could no longer hear the sounds of the battle.
Loading and running away is an incredibly exciting thing. We're not far from the East Sea coast now, and Yang Zhen doesn't plan to return to the boss's Blade. Instead, he'll fly on his sword, Heaven-Defying Tathagata Cloud-Dispelling Palm and the Traversing the Void in Midair Movement Method to get there.
In just two days, Yang Zhen could see a vast city shrouded in mist, with the sea breeze blowing in his face, carrying a refreshing and invigorating atmosphere.
The East Sea coast is naturally the seaside. Yang Zhen was eagerly anticipating seeing the swimsuit-clad girls, but after entering the East Sea coast area, he was dumbfounded.
This seaside city was enormous, much larger than any city Yang Zhen had ever seen, and far more prosperous. Various buildings stood side by side, with countless long corridors and pavilions, and all kinds of shops were readily available. However, most of the people here were refined and cultured, dressed in long robes, and many young talents even held folding fans, appearing as humble gentlemen. They lacked the unrestrained spirit of the seaside and instead possessed a certain gentleness reminiscent of the Jiangnan region.
Yang Zhen didn't care whether a man was a gentleman or a despicable villain; he only cared about the young ladies. However, the young ladies here also smiled without showing their teeth, walked with graceful steps, and even wore clothes with high collars, so that their necks were not visible, let alone their collarbones or abs.
"This... where's the pretty girl I was promised? Where's the sweetness I was promised?" Yang Zhen felt like he had been hit with a ton of bricks, and for a moment he was quite disheartened.
"Young master, you've come from the mainland, haven't you?" a woman dressed in coarse linen asked from behind Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen turned around and looked back, his gaze momentarily stunned.
The woman looked ordinary; there was no fluctuation of True Essence on her body. She was actually a mortal who had never cultivated.
Dressed in simple linen clothes and carrying a clean little basket, she looked to be about ten years old. Her simplicity carried a touch of childlike innocence, like a green fruit that, though not as vibrant as a flower, possessed a unique charm.
If that were all, it wouldn't have surprised Yang Zhen. Although this woman didn't have any fluctuations of True Essence, she did possess a trace of Literary Talent Qi!
Can an ordinary person possess Literary Talent Qi?
Yang Zhen looked at the young girl with surprise, somewhat incredulous.
"Young master?" The little girl's eyes were bright and sparkling as she looked at Yang Zhen with curiosity and asked again.
Yang Zhen quickly regained his composure, cupped his hands, and said, "Miss, my name is Yang Zhen. I am new to the coast of the East Sea and am looking for a place to stay."
Seeing Yang Zhen's strange scholar's bow, the young girl chuckled, "Young master, you're quite amusing. You won't find any accommodation here at this time. Oh, by the way, my name is Tian Rou."
"Why?" Yang Zhen asked with a strange expression.
Could it be... that all the inns and restaurants are full?
Tian Rou seemed to notice Yang Zhen's gaze and absent-mindedness, frowned, and explained, "Everyone is by the Sea Pavilion now, even the innkeepers have gone there, so young master, you can't check in right now."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized, but was even more surprised. He muttered, "Has this shopkeeper gone mad? Why would he abandon business and go to the Sea Pavilion? Miss Tian Rou, what kind of place is Sea Pavilion?"
Tian Rou covered her mouth and smiled, saying, " Sea Pavilion is where Master Writing as a Vehicle for the Dao. Almost every so often, a grand gathering is held on the shores of the East Sea, firstly to pay homage to Master Wen, and secondly to compete in Literary Talent Qi and gain fame, hoping to meet Master Wen's requirements and become his personal disciple."
Oh my, this is getting interesting.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to ask more questions, a rough, beast-like voice came from near Tian Rou: " Xiao Rou, hurry home and cook!"
Tian Rou let out a soft "Ai," gave Yang Zhen a serene smile, turned and left, the vegetables in her basket swirling in a perfect arc, almost hitting Yang Zhen's face.
Yang Zhen looked up in confusion and saw a burly young man, who looked like a wild beast, staring at him menacingly. The man pointed to his own eyes and then pointed them at Yang Zhen, the warning clear.
Yang Zhen grinned, not caring at all. After wandering around for a while, he arrived near the Sea Pavilion and was immediately taken aback.
The place was packed with people, and the sounds of reciting poems and composing couplets filled the air. Occasionally, there would be clapping and praise, but also resounding curses, mostly things that were uncivilized.
Yang Zhen found it amusing. He went to a table, but after squeezing in for a while, he still couldn't get in. He exclaimed, "Hey, whose storage ring fell down?"
With a whoosh, everyone scattered and searched the ground.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Zhen squeezed in and, amidst a chorus of curses, reached the front row, his eyes lighting up immediately.
Beside the desk, a little girl, probably only six or seven years old, held a wolf-hair brush and was carefully drawing, and a proud bamboo stalk gradually took shape.
Yang Zhen was dumbfounded. This young girl was amazing! Her painting skills were so outstanding. It truly showed that ambition knows no age.
This painting is very skillful, but Yang Zhen doesn't know just how skillful it is; things he can't understand are usually quite skillful.
Just then, a commotion arose, and a burst of Literary Talent Qi suddenly erupted in mid-air, shocking many people.
"It's Young Master Bian! Young Master Bian's work has once again embodied his Literary Talent Qi!"