Yang Zhen was startled; this was the first time he had ever encountered such a unique entrance. He looked at the newcomer in surprise and was immediately taken aback.
Guo Jing?
After seeing who it was, Yang Zhen looked even more surprised and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, please show mercy!"
A handsome middle-aged man appeared out of thin air, as if afraid Yang Zhen would misunderstand, and slowly landed in front of Yang Zhen. Without even glancing at Young Master Feng, he smiled and said:
"It's all a misunderstanding. We've already investigated the matter of the Mountain and River Ruins. As for my little sister's situation, it has absolutely nothing to do with you. It was all this bastard's doing."
Yang Zhen was taken aback. Looking at Guo Jing, who was almost dead, he asked in surprise, "What grudge do I have against you?"
Guo Jing grinned, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and snorted coldly without saying a word.
Clearly, Guo Jing was already prepared to die.
Yang Zhen didn't expect Guo Jing to say anything, and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "He's still a man of principle."
Guo Jing coldly stared at Yang Zhen and scoffed, "Although Junior Sister Feng's death has nothing to do with you, you are still culpable. I ask you, Junior Sister Feng went deep into the Mountain and River Ruins with you. Now that you've come out, where is Junior Sister Feng?"
Yang Zhen squatted down in front of Guo Jing, looked at Guo Jing with a smile, and said, "If you ask me a question, am I supposed to answer it? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
Guo Jing laughed loudly, then coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, saying, "You're speechless now, aren't you? The Mountain and River Ruins are now abandoned. The terrifying energy that erupted from within, the powerful Black Sandstorm —the entire Feng Household couldn't even get close. Most cultivators have already perished within it, yet you came out on your own. Poor Junior Sister Feng's body is barely cold, and you still say it has nothing to do with you?"
Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "This ' Sage of Saunter' never said it had nothing to do with me."
Guo Jing was taken aback, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He glanced at the middle-aged man with a mocking expression, then remained silent, clearly waiting for the man to make his own decision.
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhen with a somber expression and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I am Feng Jingtu, the eldest son of the Feng Household. May I ask about my younger sister...?"
Upon hearing Feng Jingtu's words, everyone present tensed up and stared intently at Yang Zhen's words.
Guo Jing was right; it was true that Feng Lingqiao and Yang Zhen went deep into the Mountain and River Ruins together. Now that Yang Zhen has returned, Feng Lingqiao's fate is unknown. Clearly, Yang Zhen the one who knows the most about Feng Lingqiao's situation.
Although everyone had a vague idea of the answer, even the half-dead Young Master Feng tilted his head and perked up his ears, clearly concerned about Feng Lingqiao's life or death.
Guo Jing looked at Yang Zhen with a gloating expression. At this moment, no matter what Yang Zhen said, he would be held responsible and might even take his anger out on the Feng Household of Mountain and River City.
The Feng Household is already going through a turbulent time, and if they were to hear the news of Feng Lingqiao's death, it would be a huge blow to Feng Household.
A group of people stared nervously at Yang Zhen. Even the wounded and dejected Dragon City Guard looked at Yang Zhen Yang Zhen fear, afraid that he would confirm the news.
Yang Zhen ignored the stares around him, squatted down in front of Guo Jing, and watched Guo Jing's gloomy and uncertain face with interest. He smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I do have a few questions to ask you."
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present was taken aback, including Feng Jingtu and Young Master Feng, who all stared at Yang Zhen with strange expressions.
Guo Jing looked at Yang Zhen with a mocking expression, as if he wouldn't answer any of Yang Zhen's questions.
Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "Don't rush to give your opinion. I'll ask you the question first, then you can decide whether to answer or not."
Guo Jing scoffed, turned his head away from Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, and rolled his eyes at him.
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement. "Not saying anything, huh? Don't want to answer the question, huh?"
On the blue planet, Yang Zhen, who used to love watching spy novels and movies, slowly began to stir in his mind.
Damn it, if you don't speak, this Sage of Saunter has plenty of ways to make you talk.
Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Yang Zhen spoke as if to herself, "When I met you and Feng Lingqiao, my name wasn't Yang Zhen at all. Do you remember what my name was back then?"
Upon hearing this, Guo Jing was shaken to his core, staring at Yang Zhen with utter horror.
Seeing the expression on Guo Jing's face, everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Judging from Guo Jing Yang Zhen was absolutely right. Yang Zhen at that time should not have Yang Zhen.
Next, Yang Zhen had no expectation of getting an answer from Guo Jing right now, and continued, "After you fled with your men out of fear of death, I still Yang Zhaxin. Since you caused everything in Mountain and River City, where did you get the name of this ' Sage of Saunter '?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jingtu shuddered and stared at Guo Jing with a gloomy expression.
Yang Zhen continued, "Even most of those who emerged from the Mountain and River Ruins didn't know my name, let alone the real name of this 'Sage of Saunter '!"
At this point, Yang Zhen scoffed and said, "The vast majority of people who came out of the Mountain and River Ruins don't know whether Feng Lingqiao is alive or dead, yet you insist that I killed Miss Feng. Do you think you can divine the Heavenly Hearing everything?"
"You bastard!"
Feng Jingtu's face turned ashen, his expression filled with rage. He was about to slap Guo Jing on the head with a terrifying surge of True Essence; this slap could very well kill Guo Jing instantly.
Yang Zhen quickly grabbed Feng Jingtu and said with a half-smile, "This is just the beginning. Don't rush, the best is yet to come."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen turned to Guo Jing and said, "Oh my, you've Niu Bi! Not only did you know my name with a Sage of Saunter calculation, but you also figured out the truth behind why Miss Feng was killed by me! Sage of Saunter crap, what kind of heaven-defying Cultivation Method have you been cultivating?"
This is simply impossible for ordinary people. Even the most learned masters and those dying elders are merely seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune; how could they possibly calculate so many things out of thin air?
"Tell me, who exactly told you to do this?" Yang Zhen looked at Guo Jing with interest, holding up two fingers. "You made two mistakes. First, you shouldn't have known I was Yang Zhen. Second... I didn't tell you."
Yang Zhen didn't plan to reveal that Feng Lingqiao was still alive. Things needed to be clarified eventually. Guo Jing wasn't that bright, so Yang Zhen couldn't think of anyone else behind it besides Fang Zhongjian.
Yang Zhen chuckled as he looked at Feng Jingtu, whose face was dark and uncertain, and then at Guo Jing, whose face was filled with surprise and shock. Damn it, he originally planned to go to the Heavenly Snow Sacred Domain by himself, but now it seems he will need to have a helper.
Fang Zhongjian played a brilliant move; so brilliant that Yang Zhen wanted to applaud him.
So... who exactly is the person behind you?
In order to completely implicate the Feng Household, Yang Zhen planned to get Guo Jing to tell the whole story voluntarily.
Sometimes, starting a fire is a skill in itself.
Sure enough, upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, both Feng Jingtu and Guo Jing's expressions changed.
The best strategy for conquering others is to win their hearts and minds; the ancients were truly right about this Sage of Saunter.
Damn Sage of Saunter, even though I'm used to letting my fists do the talking, how could I not have a brain?