Thousands of skeletons lay prostrate on the ground, kneeling, facing one direction, their heads bowed in death.
Anyone who witnesses this scene will feel a profound sense of awe.
Hearing the Shameless Cat's meow, Yang Zhen ran over and was immediately startled, involuntarily letting out a cry.
Looking up, I saw the Shameless Cat sitting sprawled on the ground to the side, glaring angrily at the Flirtatious Chicken.
For some reason, the Flirtatious Chicken grabbed the Shameless Cat's tail and dragged it away with all its might. The two of them were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.
The Shameless Cat, annoyed by the Flirtatious Chicken's nibbling, stretched out its paw and slapped the Flirtatious Chicken's head repeatedly, angrily shouting, "Let go! Let go of me! Damn it, these things aren't yours, why can't you take them as you please?"
"No!" The Flirtatious Chicken was furious, ignoring the Shameless Cat's resounding slaps on its head, it just wouldn't let go.
Yang Zhen stepped forward, slapped one of the idiots, pulled them apart, and angrily shouted, "Why are you fighting?"
The Shameless Cat snorted coldly, pointing at the Flirtatious Chicken and saying, "You be the judge, kid. There are so many treasures here, and this bastard Flirtatious Chicken won't let me touch them. What's the reason for that?"
The Flirtatious Chicken snorted coldly, tilted its head with an arrogant look, and completely ignored Yang Zhen, let alone the Shameless Cat.
"Look at this! What kind of attitude does this bastard have?" the Shameless Cat said, pointing at the Flirtatious Chicken. "If this were before, I could have slapped it into a roast chicken with one hand."
"No!" The Flirtatious Chicken glanced at the Shameless Cat, one eye fixed on Shameless Cat with disdain.
Yang Zhen ignored the two men and turned to look at the pile of skeletons on the ground with a look of surprise and uncertainty, frowning.
Hua Youyue approached Yang Zhen and said, "They all died suddenly, without any wounds on their bodies!"
Not only were there no wounds, but even the panels on his body were completely undamaged. If he hadn't been dried into a mummy, Yang Zhen would have thought there was a group of people kneeling and worshipping their ancestors.
At the head of the group was an old man who looked hunched over, yet his body radiated a soft glow. It was unclear how many years had passed, but his aura had not completely dissipated.
This is a strong person!
Yang Zhen approached the old man and performed a junior's greeting, which surprised everyone.
"Kid, the man's dead, why are you still being so polite to this old man?" The Shameless Cat approached Yang Zhen with a suspicious look, asking with a doubtful expression, "I've never seen you so polite before."
Yang Zhen glared at the Shameless Cat and said, "What do you know? The dead are the greatest, and only when they are buried can they rest in peace. This is our village custom. These people who have died cannot sleep, especially these old men. Don't you think they are a little pitiful?"
"Oh dear, now that you mention it, I do feel a bit sorry for them. They can't live as long as the heavens, and they can't even rest in peace after death. But then again, aren't all living beings somewhat pitiful?"
At this point, even the Shameless Cat was taken aback, muttered something, and exclaimed in surprise, "Damn, I suddenly feel that what I said makes a lot of sense; it even contains the essence of the Great Dao!"
Yang Zhen scoffed and said, "If this is what you call the Great Dao, then the Great Dao is worthless. This is just common sense. How can a living being truly live in this world if it doesn't have this kind of awareness?"
The two, one human and one cat, chatted amongst themselves, oblivious to the fact that everyone behind them, including Hua Youyue, was staring at them in utter Celestial Person.
Especially the exotic woman, Mo Xueling, whose pair of sapphire blue-green eyes sparkled with astonishment as she stared intently at Yang Zhen, her expression full of surprise.
"Who would have thought that Yang Zhen, who fears neither heaven nor earth and dares to kill even the Heavenly Venerable with a single sword strike, would possess such high awareness, speaking with profound wisdom and every word a gem? Moreover, he can so naturally show respect to Elder Gu. Just what kind of person is he?"
Standing to the side, Shan Yang stared in disbelief, then suddenly snorted and said, "We don't know what kind of person he is, but we do know that Yang Zhen has his reasons for doing this."
Mo Xueling was taken aback, turned to look at Yang Zhen, and was immediately astonished.
A beam of light suddenly flashed past in front of the old man, and a powerful aura emanated from the entire hall. A huge millstone turned around with a rumble in the direction in which everyone was kneeling.
"Oh, it's open! It's open!" Yang Zhen walked excitedly toward the millstone, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
The Shameless Cat was also taken aback, looking at Yang Zhen's retreating figure with annoyance, and said, "Damn it, I've been tricked! How could you have such traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young? It turns out you've discovered a way to open the secret treasure. But that old man is really wicked, actually creating such a shameless restriction."
Mo Xueling stared blankly at Yang Zhen, then couldn't help but chuckle, murmuring, "I see."
Aleida sneered and said, "That bastard Yang Zhen definitely wasn't genuinely showing respect to the old man."
Shan Yang nodded hurriedly, about to speak, when Mo Xueling suddenly shook her head and said, "You're wrong!"
"Wrong?"
Aleida and Shan Yang looked at each other, then asked in unison, "Where's the mistake? Isn't it?"
Mo Xueling smiled knowingly, her dimples adding a touch of exotic charm, and said, "When the millstone wheel was turned on just now, Yang Zhen looked surprised, which shows that he didn't know that doing so could activate the restriction."
"This..." Aleida and Shan Yang were shocked, looking at Yang Zhen who was scurrying over to the millstone with suspicion.
Walking ahead of Mo Xueling, Hua Youyue wore a faint smile, her gaze fixed on Yang Zhen, growing increasingly gentle. Seeing Yang Zhen step forward, she immediately warned, "Be careful!"
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Little girl, come here quickly, there are some good things here!"
Hua Youyue was taken aback, then gracefully walked over and asked curiously, "What good stuff?"
Yang Zhen is Liu You wealthy, owning all sorts of strange and unusual items. Anything he calls a good thing must be something extraordinary.
The millstone where they were standing was enormous. Turning around, one could see a magnificent seat on it, gleaming and exuding an aura of power that made people afraid to look directly at it. It was probably the seat of the sect leader.
However, the position of sect leader was empty at this moment, and no one was there. Although it was spotless, it must have been untouched for a long time.
Yang Zhen, clinging to the sect leader's seat, looked back and said with a grin, "Come and see for yourself, I can't pull it out!"
"Can't pull it out?" Hua Youyue peered over, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. She whispered, " Saint Weapon!"
Behind the seat, a longsword emitting a faint blue light was stuck diagonally in the ground. The icy aura on it was extremely strong, yet it remained solidified and did not dissipate, as if it had always been guarding the longsword.
Yang Zhen nodded, jumped onto the sect leader's seat, and gripped the sword hilt with all his might, using every ounce of strength he had, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.
"Damn it, little girl, get out of the way! I'm going to fight this damn sword!" Yang Zhen roared, shifting his position and unleashing a burst of power. He shouted, his hands bulging with veins and his eyes wide open.
Click!
A crisp sound rang out, and Yang Zhen's hands and arms were frozen solid.
"Holy crap, it's so cold!" Yang Zhen quickly let go, looking at the longsword with a strange expression, his eyes flashing with disdain. He curled his lip and said, "Broken sword, it must be a broken sword, it's damaged, it's sour!"
Hua Youyue chuckled and slowly explained, "The Holy Sword possesses a spirit and chooses its own master. Clearly, you are not its master!"
"Who cares!" Yang Zhen glared at the longsword, while the Shameless Cat beside him cackled with disdain.