You can't hit someone, at the very least you can't hit Yang Zhen.
With a frustrated expression on his face, Zhou Tong stepped forward and slapped Weng Yongli away.
Snap!
A crisp sound rang out, and everyone present froze in shock.
Seeing Weng Yongli fall and fly away, his face was full of confusion. After landing on the ground, he scrambled to his feet, looking completely bewildered. He seemed angry but dared not speak out, making everyone want to laugh but dare not.
Weng Yongli may appear gentle and refined, but everyone present knows Weng Yongli grudges extremely well. If anyone dares to laugh out loud at this moment, Weng Yongli might not dare to disrespect Zhou Tong, but he might not be so lenient with anyone else.
What will happen if Weng Yongli sets his sights on someone?
None of the disciples present dared to try it lightly, not even the disciples of the Heavenborn Sect. They all lowered their heads, their faces full of absurd expressions.
Although Zhou Tong disliked Weng Yongli, he wouldn't reprimand her for no reason. What was going on?
Granny Chenggui was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, pointing at Zhou Tong and saying, "You old man Zhou Tong, you've insulted my disciple for no reason! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll definitely turn against you!"
Zhou Tong snorted coldly, ignoring Granny Chenggui, and said to Weng Yongli with a stern face, "Boy, according to seniority, you should call Yang Zhen 'Master.' If you dare say your master has no manners, I'll slap you, as a favor to that old hag Granny Chenggui."
Upon hearing Zhou Tong's words, everyone present nearly dropped their jaws.
Especially Weng Yongli, who was stunned by the slap, seemed to feel like he hadn't woken up yet, and pointed at Yang Zhen, asking, "Master?"
"My dear grand-disciple, why are you calling me grandpa?" Yang Zhen said with a smile, looking at Weng Yongli.
Weng Yongli's expression immediately turned as if he had eaten a pile of excrement. He dared not speak and looked at Granny Chenggui for help.
At this point, how could Weng Yongli dare to speak?
The young man in front of him, who looked to be about the same age, was actually Zhou Tong's master?
Could he be a powerful senior who has reversed the aging process?
Thinking of this, Weng Yongli's face turned pale. He had just narrowly escaped death.
If Yang Zhen really possessed the art of preserving his youthful appearance, that one remark about lacking manners would have been enough to kill him ten or eight times over.
Granny Chenggui was also stunned by Zhou Tong's words. She looked at Yang Zhen, then at Zhou Tong, and found that apart from being a bit irritable, Zhou Tong didn't seem to be talking nonsense. She suddenly began to doubt her life.
"This is utterly absurd! This young man... his bone age and life force are already in his twenties, and you actually want to become his disciple?" Granny Chenggui glared angrily at Zhou Tong and said, "You old fool, what on earth are you up to?"
The Fake Old Daoist priest's mouth was still agape. Upon hearing this, he nodded and said, "What merits does this lad possess to be your master?"
Zhou Tong waved his hand and said, "Let's set aside our merits and abilities for now. I'm asking you, is the Three Mountains Grand Gathering still going to begin? If not, I'm leaving."
Damn it, a loss is a loss, why shouldn't I admit it?
Seeing the mocking expression on Yang Zhen's face, Zhou Tong wanted to slap Weng Yongli again.
Although it was a bit inappropriate, that slap felt so good.
Granny Chenggui and the Fake Old Daoist looked on with surprise and uncertainty, exchanging bewildered glances before finally saying in a deep voice, "This matter..."
"I'll explain this later, old man. Why are you being so long-winded?" Zhou Tong said impatiently.
The Fake Old Daoist glanced at Lin Miaoyi, who was equally shocked, and said in a deep voice, "In that case, let's begin!"
The Three Mountains Grand Gathering, while not primarily focused on selecting a leader, was still significant enough to garner the attention of the Three Mountains.
After everyone was seated, the Fake Old Daoist priest ordered a huge stone tablet to be brought in. He gave Yang Zhen a strange look and said, "On this stone tablet is a martial art of my Azure Lotus Sect called the Twelve Azure Lotuses. Although it's not a supreme treasure, it's still rare in the Central Court. Even Miaoyi has never practiced it. You have one incense stick's time limit; the one who can comprehend it wins!"
Upon hearing about the Twelve Azure Lotuses Cultivation Method, Zhou Tong's face showed a hint of surprise. He laughed heartily and said, "I never expected that the Azure Lotus Sect, which is known for its stinginess, would actually be willing to offer such a precious Cultivation Method..."
At this point, Zhou Tong looked at Yang Zhen with hope and asked, "Are you confident?"
Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong's expression with curiosity, and immediately realized that the Twelve Azure Lotuses were extraordinary. He nodded and said, "Shall I give it a try?"
Zhou Tong glared and said in a low voice, "We must get it. The Twelve Azure Lotuses is an extraordinary Cultivation Method in the Azure Lotus Sect. Just look at the expression on Lin Miaoyi's face."
Yang Zhen looked at Lin Miaoyi in surprise, and Lin Miaoyi happened to be looking at him as well. Their eyes met in mid-air. Yang Zhen blinked, then turned to Zhou Tong and said, "She is indeed surprised as well. But something so precious is not so easy to comprehend. There must be something tampered with in this stone tablet. I can only do my best."
Zhou Tong was displeased and glared at Yang Zhen, saying, "You brat, you've mastered my Cultivation Method and martial arts so quickly, but you've already chickened out at the Azure Lotus Sect. If you can't defeat them, I'll look down on you."
Yang Zhen glared at Zhou Tong and said, "Who asked you to look up to me?"
"You are my master!" Zhou Tong insisted.
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Disciple, please step back for now. I'll be right back!"
Zhou Tong stamped his foot and sat down without saying a word.
Weng Yongli stared at Yang Zhen from afar with a gloomy expression, his eyes growing even more so when Yang Zhen winked at Lin Miaoyi.
This slap made him lose face among the many disciples of the three sects. If this matter were to get out, one can imagine the huge impact it would have.
Although Yang Zhen Yang Zhen n't deliver the slap, he was still involved.
Weng Yongli dared not hold a grudge against Zhou Tong, but Yang Zhen was different. Since they were from the same generation, Yang Zhen must have used some method to get Zhou Tong to become his disciple.
Weng Yongli was utterly skeptical that a young man of similar Saint Realm was qualified to be Zhou Tong's master.
Since we've already lost face, let's just step on Yang Zhen's face and get it back.
Weng Yongli gave Yang Zhen a deep look. In terms of talent, although there were beings with even stronger talents than the Pure Yang Sacred Root, Weng Yongli had never seen one like him before.
Weng Yongli was determined to master the first Cultivation Method.
Even Lin Miaoyi couldn't pass this test!
Yang Zhen, Weng Yongli, and Lin Miaoyi, each with their own thoughts, arrived in front of the stone tablet, looked at each other, and smiled.
Lin Miaoyi glanced at the two of them and then quietly sat down to one side.
Weng Yongli stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "I hope you won't disappoint me. Next, I'll show you what a world of difference truly means. In terms of talent, even if I give you an hour's head start, you still won't be able to beat me!"
Yang Zhen nodded and asked, "Grand-disciple, where would you like to sit?"
Weng Yongli stumbled, glared at Yang Zhen, and sat down to Lin Miaoyi's left.
There were three seats next to the stone tablet. Yang Zhen didn't pick and choose; he moved a seat next to Lin Miaoyi and muttered to himself, "I've heard that stupidity is contagious. Sister Lin, may I sit next to you?"