Despite his confidence, Zhou Tong still glanced at Yang Zhen with some concern.
At this moment, Yang Zhen had completely immersed himself in the Jade Slip. For some reason, Zhou Tong felt a little scared when he saw Yang Zhen's serious expression!
Time was running out. Seeing that Yang Zhen had once again entered a state of enlightenment, Zhou Tong didn't even bother to complain. He simply waved his hand, picked Yang Zhen up, and headed towards the Three Mountains Grand Gathering.
Along the way, Yang Zhen seemed to be in a state of seclusion. Although he was completely immersed in enlightenment, he did not practice any martial arts techniques. This made Zhou Tong's face show a relieved expression. He breathed a sigh of relief, winked at Yang Zhen with a smug look, and said, "Kid, if I don't give you something powerful, you really think being my master is so easy?"
Thinking of that sudden, deafening sound, Zhou Tong, Final Step goal, couldn't help but shrink back and shudder.
It's not that they're afraid of Heavenly Punishment or anything like that. At Zhou Tong's level, heavenly Heavenly Tribulation Heavenly Punishment are commonplace for them, and it's not impossible for them to avoid them if they wanted to.
The thought was that if Yang Zhen truly possessed extraordinary talent and successfully mastered the martial arts, wouldn't that mean he really had to become Yang Zhen's disciple?
How old is Yang Zhen?
If word got out that he was just a greenhorn who hadn't even grown his first hair, wouldn't people laugh at him?
At her age, following behind a little brat calling him "Master" would probably make that old hag laugh her head off.
Zhou Tong shook his head, glanced again at Yang Zhen who hadn't demonstrated any martial arts techniques, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhou Tong was furious that he dared to say he wanted to become Yang Zhen's disciple. However, being furious didn't mean he was stupid. The martial arts techniques that Zhou Tong gave to Yang Zhen, although not the secret Divine Ability of the Heavenly Severance Sect, were still ones that very few people in the Heavenly Severance Sect could successfully cultivate.
Throughout history, only Zhou Tong's master, Heavenly Severance True Person, has successfully cultivated within the entire Heavenly Severance Sect.
As for Zhou Tong...
He cultivated for over a hundred years, yet he still couldn't comprehend its mysteries!
Heavenly Severance True Person unleashes his sword, the heavens and earth change color; it can destroy the world with a single stroke. How could one possibly comprehend such a terrifying sword technique so easily?
Seeing Yang Zhen frowning and deep in thought, Zhou Tong revealed a gloating smile. He took out a large gourd, turned it over, but nothing came out. Only then did he remember that he had already given it all to Yang Zhen.
All of it... was given to Yang Zhen?
Zhou Tong let out a strange cry, almost throwing Yang Zhen off!
"Damn it! My treasured Ten Thousand Flowers Dew was all given to this brat?"
The Ten Thousand Flowers Dew is something that even those good-for-nothing brats in the sect would never be able to obtain even a single drop of even on a normal day.
The preciousness of this thing is known to everyone in the entire Heavenly Severance Sect for its powerful energy-gathering effect, but few people know that the Ten Thousand Flowers Dew is actually extremely rare. It would be impossible for Zhou Tong to fill a gourd with it again in less than a thousand years.
How could you give all these good things to that scoundrel Yang Zhen in such a moment of excitement?
Zhou Tong stared blankly at Yang Zhen for a long time before muttering to himself, "This kid is toxic!"
It's poisonous, it must be poisonous. If it's not poisonous, why do I always feel like I've fallen into a pit?
But then I thought, the more wicked Yang Zhen is, the better. It would be best if he turned the Three Mountains Grand Gathering into chaos. Then, just seeing that old hag's face would be a very satisfying thing.
With one mind racing and the other in seclusion, the two traveled northwest at lightning speed.
After an unknown amount of time, the vast expanse of white snow where the sky met the earth could be seen in the distance, and the surrounding air gradually grew colder. Zhou Tong was almost asleep when Yang Zhen suddenly stretched, smacked his lips, and opened his eyes. Looking blankly at the sky-covering white snow, he asked, "Where are we?"
Zhou Tong jolted awake, looking at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, and asked, "Are you awake?"
"Hmm, I'm awake... wait..." Yang Zhen's expression also turned strange.
The old man and the young man stared at each other for a moment. Yang Zhen's left corner of his mouth turned up slightly, while Zhou Tong's right corner curled up. Then, the two of them raised their eyebrows at the same time and chuckled strangely.
The snow-capped mountains, as if draped in silver, are shrouded in a solemn silence beneath the ice and snow.
The world was as quiet as a sleeping, terrifying beast, its breath in harmony with the great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Snow Lotus Mountain, a very ordinary name, is extremely famous in the local area, so famous that no cultivator dares to casually venture in.
Because on Snow Lotus Mountain, there are the Lower Three Sects among the Three Palaces and Six Sects of the Great Wilderness. Although they are the Lower Three Sects, they are enough to cause a tremor in the entire northwest region of the Central Court.
On a mountaintop that looks as if it had been cleaved flat by a sword, various white buildings stand side by side. From a distance, they look like long dragons coiled among the towering mountains, or as if they were arranged according to some ancient formation, inspiring awe.
Lotus Mountain, and people come where the lotus flowers bloom!
The Lower Three Sects of the Three Palaces and Six Sects — Heavenly Severance Sect Heavenborn Sect, Azure Lotus Sect —undergo changes almost every ten years. This is an indispensable factor in why the Three Palaces and Six Sects have been able to maintain their leading position in the Great Wilderness World.
Growing stronger through conflict has always been a tacit rule of the Three Palaces and Six Sects. For tens of thousands of years, although it has been dormant, this tradition has been passed down since the beginning of time.
The flowers of the Azure Lotus Sect bloom like Azure Lotus, forming a long white dragon. A mysterious aura wafts through the air, creating a sense of tranquility and profound mystery.
This Three Mountains Grand Gathering was held at the Azure Lotus Sect, Lower Three Mountains.
In the Azure Lotus Sect's martial arts arena, a young woman dressed in snow-white robes stood in mid-air, slowly wielding an ice sword. The swirling white mist in the air suddenly transformed into a long dragon, and as it roamed, terrifying auras gathered, sending chills down one's spine.
On the stands of the martial arts training ground, an old man nodded in approval, saying, " Miaoyi has only unleashed half of her potential, yet her talent is already so outstanding. This Three Mountains Grand Gathering will surely broaden that Granny Chenggui's horizons."
The old man had an air of otherworldly wisdom, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his expression, making him look more like a disrespectful old geezer, despite having such a handsome appearance.
" Lin Miaoyi's current strength and talent are in no way inferior to that brat Weng Yongli. I just wonder which disciple of the Heavenly Severance Sect Senior Zhou Tong will bring." A middle-aged cultivator dressed as a woman said with a smile, then glanced at the old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom and said, "You three have been fighting each other for most of your lives, from participating in the Three Mountains Assembly to now bringing your disciples and grand-disciples to participate in the Three Mountains Assembly. When will this ever end?"
The old man, with his sage-like demeanor, snorted coldly and said, "When will it end? It will end when Zhou Tong and Granny Chenggui, those two shameless old hags, admit defeat."
"Admit defeat?" A dry, raspy voice rang out. " Fake Old Daoist, you're saying you're admitting defeat?"
" Granny Chenggui?" The old man with the air of a hermit changed his expression, beckoned to Lin Miaoyi, and narrowed his eyes.