Everyone was terrified by the horrific scene before them, their faces drained of color, especially the men who had just been contorted with rage; now they were all struggling, screaming, and cursing desperately.
Long slabs of earth and stones, like snakes, crawled up the legs of the group, quickly reaching above their knees. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't break through this barrier.
The young cultivator who stabbed Yang Zhen with his sword was particularly enraged and cursed Yang Zhen the most fiercely.
Yang Zhen turned his head and glanced at the young cultivator. With a thought, a shovel of earth suddenly rose up and rushed towards the young cultivator's thigh.
"Aww!"
A painful scream rang out, and the young cultivator immediately shut his mouth, struggling desperately to pull himself off the earthen snake.
However, all of this was in vain, except for a strange song drifting by.
"... Flowers withered, wounds scattered on the ground, your smile has faded..."
"You bastard, what... what have you done to me!" The young cultivator roared in grief and anger, his eyes flashing with ferocity, his expression twisted with shame, indignation, and pain.
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement and said slowly, "If I were you, I'd better behave myself, because those things on your thighs are hard to control. What if I lose control and some thorns grow out? Oh dear, just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable!"
Everyone who heard this shuddered and tilted their heads to look at the young cultivator.
"Young master, something's wrong! The young master is injured!"
"You bastard, what have you done to the young master!"
"Young... Young Master, please stop struggling!"
"What?"
The group of people's expressions changed rapidly as they hurriedly tried to stop the young master from making any rash moves!
Yang Zhen shuddered and turned around, exclaiming in surprise, "What are you two still doing here?"
The two women were taken aback. The younger woman glanced at the young man, who was in great pain, with a strange expression, then walked up to Yang Zhen and knelt down with a thud.
Yang Zhen was startled and quickly stamped his foot. Two hands, formed from earth and stone, helped the woman up. He asked in surprise, "Miss, what are you doing!"
A blush crossed the woman's face, but tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried to kneel, but couldn't move. Through her tearful eyes, she said, "Young master, Yang Hongye kindness is beyond repayment. I only ask to be your slave in the next life to repay your great kindness!"
Yang Zhen was taken aback. He walked up to Yang Hongye, pointed to his face, and asked, "Am I not handsome?"
"..." Yang Hongye was stunned, and asked in surprise, "Young master, what does the general mean?"
"Am I not handsome?" Yang Zhen stared at Yang Hongye and asked in a different phrasing.
Yang Hongye paused for a moment upon hearing this, then turned her head and nodded, saying, "Young Master, you are exceptionally handsome and refined, the most outstanding man I have ever seen!"
Yang Zhen said "Oh," turned and left, muttering to herself, "That's not right, that's not how it's written in the script. Fairy tales are all lies after all!"
Yang Hongye was stunned when she saw Yang Zhen turn around and leave. After hearing Yang Zhen's muttered words, she hesitated, unable to speak, and could only stand there.
The middle-aged woman stepped forward, took Yang Hongye's hand, and gave Yang Zhen a meaningful look.
Yang Zhen ignored the two women. Compared to them, Yang Zhen was more interested in these fierce-looking guys because they probably had good stuff on them, and he would feel at ease and even enjoy taking it.
Approaching the middle-aged man, Yang Zhen glared at him fiercely and asked, "Did you eat my rice, you surnamed Yang?"
"..." The middle-aged man shook his head, looking completely bewildered.
Snap!
Yang Zhen slapped the middle-aged man on the head, making the man's eyes roll back in his head.
"Someone surnamed Yang slept in your bed?"
The middle-aged man glared at Yang Zhen with a sinister expression, then gritted his teeth and shook his head.
Snap!
Another heavy slap landed. "I didn't eat your rice, nor did I sleep in your bed. This Sage of Saunter just accidentally fell from the sky, and you're going to kill me just because my surname is Yang?"
The middle-aged man asked blankly, "You have no connection with the Yang Household?"
Which Yang Household?
" Hanwu City, the Yang Household!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing the words "Yang Household of Hanwu City," the two women behind Yang Zhen trembled violently, staring at the middle-aged man with grief and indignation.
Yang Zhen stared blankly at his surroundings, muttering in astonishment, " Hanwu City, oh dear, have I ended up in the Northern Han Kingdom?"
How the hell is that possible?
The distance from Spirit Road to the Northern Han Kingdom is over a thousand miles. How did Yang Zhen manage to travel that far underground after his chaotic scramble?
Thank goodness it didn't rush straight into the magma layer, otherwise it would have hissed and started smoking, leaving not even bone fragments behind?
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen felt a wave of fear and secretly decided that he should Earth Treasury Technique less often to wander around underground in the future, mainly because this thing was just too unpredictable.
Seeing the surprised and uncertain expression on Yang Zhen's face, the middle-aged man seemed to think that Yang Zhen was wary of Hanwu City. A shadow crossed his face, and he said in a low voice, "I am from the Fang Household of Hanwu City. Boy, since you have heard of Hanwu City, you should know that the Fang Household has considerable influence in Hanwu City..."
Yang Zhen looked at the man as if he were an idiot, wondering which eye of this bastard had seen him mention Hanwu City.
"Mmm..."
With a casual wave of his hand, Yang Zhen transformed the middle-aged man into a terracotta warrior, rendering him speechless. He turned to the two women and asked, "What's going on? Do your families have a grudge?"
Upon hearing this, both women burst into tears. The middle-aged woman, her face filled with resentment, gritted her teeth and said, " The Fang Household has somehow gotten involved with the North Isle Spirit Learning Palace. It's the old Spirit Learning Palace master's birthday, and they wanted to prepare some grand gifts. This should have been a fortunate event for Hanwu City, and if the Fang Household and the Spirit Learning Palace were to get closer, the entire Northern Han Kingdom would be blessed. But..."
At this point, the middle-aged woman choked up and fell silent, while the delicate-looking young woman said in a deep voice, "But the Fang Household somehow learned that the former Palace Master of the Spirit Learning Palace loved all kinds of calligraphy, and the more Literary Talent Qi the calligraphy, the more favored it was by the former Palace Master..."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized, nodded, and asked with a strange expression, "It's quite unfortunate that your Yang Household happens to have such a piece of calligraphy?"
The two women were startled by what they heard and nodded bitterly.
Why bother with grudges and feuds in the martial world?
Yang Zhen Yang Zhen her head and sighed, then clapped her hands with a loud thud, causing the soil and stones on the middle-aged man's face to crack open.
Before the middle-aged cultivator could speak, Yang Zhen turned and asked, "When is the old Palace Master of the Spirit Learning Palace celebrating his birthday?"
"..."
The middle-aged man stared at Yang Zhen with a gloomy expression, when suddenly he felt something round pressing against his buttocks. His face changed instantly, and he exclaimed in horror, "Half a month later!"
"When are you leaving?" Yang Zhen asked with great interest.
A hint of doubt flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he said in a cold voice, "We'll depart the day after tomorrow."
Hearing this, Yang Hongye and her companion breathed a sigh of relief. There were still two days left, so the Fang Household probably wouldn't be too ruthless.
Yang Zhen chuckled upon hearing this, waved his hand to release the restraints on everyone, and put his arm around the middle-aged man's shoulder, saying, "Oh dear, we really are kindred spirits after our initial encounter! We hit it off immediately, we're like-minded... I mean, we're kindred spirits! Come on, take me to your house!"
"Go... go to my house?" The middle-aged man stared at Yang Zhen warily and asked, "What would you do at my house?"
"Of course I'd eat your rice..." Yang Zhen blurted out, then quickly added, "Sorry, slip of the tongue! Actually, I wanted to go to North Isle, and since it's on my way, I thought I'd hitch a ride with you!"
The middle-aged man froze, then asked with a strange, doubtful expression, "Are you sure you want to go?"
Yang Hongye's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly said, "Young Master, you mustn't! The Fang Household's ancestor is a Spirit Wandering State expert!"