Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Hua Youyue on the Cloud Terrace platform smiled and watched Yang Zhen's antics with great interest.
The Ku Toutuo and the middle-aged scholar were in a different state; their faces looked as if they had swallowed a dead fly, but the dead fly melted in their mouths and they couldn't spit it out.
The others stared blankly, their eyes twitching, looking at Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu with expressions of pity that they couldn't help but show.
It's so pitiful. Although the two are geniuses who appear only once in a century, even geniuses need a growth process. In fact, the fact that the two were able to enter the eighth level has already shocked everyone.
But now, although the two were able to enter the eighth level, they could only sit cross-legged on the eighth level, desperately maintaining their State of Mind and resisting wave after wave of violent soul suppression. Now, they were even sweating profusely.
Then look at Yang Zhen. This bastard is acting like he's in his own home on the eighth floor—no, like he's in his own bed. He keeps stretching his arms and legs and doing some difficult gymnastic moves. He's so ostentatious.
Yun Jie's face flushed and paled intermittently, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. He simply closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began chanting sutras incessantly.
Zeng Bishu was in a terrible predicament. He couldn't chant any scriptures, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, wishing he could pounce on her and die together with her.
But he dared not move. If he made a move now, all his previous efforts would be in vain. His realm was unstable and his Divine Sense was suppressed. He might end up like Ma Jing, spitting out blood and being thrown out by the formation. That would be a huge loss of face.
Princess Changyang and others who had a fairly good relationship with Yang Zhen all stared at Yang Zhen in astonishment, their eyes revealing an expression of "I knew it."
Given Yang Zhen's inherently despicable nature, how could he possibly tolerate so many people mocking him for so long?
Sure enough, karma works its magic!
" Yang Zhen, leave yourself a way out, so you can meet again in the future. You..."
Zeng Bishu couldn't hold back any longer and said through gritted teeth, but Yang Zhen interrupted her halfway through.
Yang Zhen was startled and quickly waved his hand. "Stop! Who said we'd be together in the future? From now on, let's go our separate ways. I don't want to see you again!"
Upon hearing this, Zeng Bishu stared wide-eyed, her face growing increasingly red, until she couldn't hold back and coughed up a mouthful of blood that clung to the corner of her mouth.
The many cultivators present stared at Yang Zhen in astonishment, their eyes flashing with strange expressions. Their faces were all flushed red, wanting to laugh but daring not to.
They weren't angry; they were frightened by Yang Zhen's bastard words.
When it comes to roasting people, Yang Zhen is definitely the best. She can just say things like that without warning, making it impossible to defend against them.
A smile also flashed across Hua Youyue's face. She glanced at Yang Zhen, both amused and exasperated, and slowly sat down in her seat.
Zeng Bishu's vomiting of blood caused a gasp, but he managed to pull himself back from the brink of collapse and actually held it in!
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement and gave Zeng Bishu a thumbs up. "Incredible! To be able to endure this, you truly deserve to be called a once-in-a-century genius. I couldn't do that... I don't feel any pressure at all!"
Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with absurd expressions.
Not to mention Zeng Bishu, even others almost couldn't hold back when they heard these words. They really couldn't let Yang Zhen speak; that mouth of hers could drive people crazy.
Zeng Bishu suppressed the churning of her Qi and Blood, her face contorted like a monkey's bottom, staring intently at Yang Zhen with a look of resentment.
Yun Jie's chanting grew louder and faster. He shakily pulled a string of prayer beads from his robes, which surprised Yang Zhen.
Do lamas also use the prayer beads of monks?
Snap!
The string of the rosary broke, and the beads fell onto the stone slab, making a series of crisp sounds.
Yang Zhen exclaimed, "Oh dear," and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Sigh, I really want to sing a song right now."
"Shut up!" the two said in unison. Even Liang Qiushui, who was behind them, trembled and looked at Yang Zhen in despair.
His speech is unbearable, let alone his singing?
Yang Zhen seemed oblivious to the stares of the crowd. He stood up, turned around, and left everyone with a lonely and desolate silhouette.
"A master is lonely, so here's a song called 'Cool Down'... no, a song called 'Ten Rings' for everyone!"
Yang Zhen, with his left arm behind his back and his right fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, ignoring the increasingly heavy breathing of the crowd, and began to sing. "Ah ah ah ah ah, the ninth ring, you have one more ring than the eighth ring..."
On the Cloud Terrace, Hua Youyue tensed up and gave Yang Zhen a bitter smile.
"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"
"Shut up, you arrogant brat! What kind of song is this? It's... it's awful!"
The Ku Toutuo and the middle-aged scholar suddenly stood up, their veins throbbing.
"What a terrible song."
"Pfft, I can't take it anymore, this song is addictive, what's with all this 'nine rings' and 'ten rings' stuff!"
"What?!" someone exclaimed. "Look! Yang Zhen has actually entered the ninth ring! No, the ninth level!"
"He really went in. What kind of Cultivation Method did Yang Zhen practice? When did Long Moon Pavilion acquire such a terrifying soul-tempering Cultivation Method?"
"Nine... nine floors?"
Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu opened their eyes in shock, just in time to see Yang Zhen jumping around on the ninth floor, as if testing whether he was used to it.
But is it even possible to try something like that?
Everyone walks in cautiously, then carefully calms their mind.
Yang Zhen, on the other hand, not only jumped around testing the waters, but also retreated to the eighth floor, put his legs together, and jumped back in, as if he thought the pressure was too low.
Somewhat disappointed, Yang Zhen turned to Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu and said, "There's no need to watch anymore. You can't learn it. The basic operations of this kind of soul trial are not something ordinary people like you can learn."
puff!
puff!
Two mouthfuls of blood splattered into the air as Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu spat them out simultaneously.
Is it really this painful to be treated like an ordinary disciple?
Ugh, I'm so so upset!
With two whooshing sounds, Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu were sent flying. It wasn't that they didn't want to see Yang Zhen again, but their State of Mind had been shattered, causing them to be thrown out by the formation.
Yang Zhen craned his neck to look at the two men and shouted, "Hold on, brothers! Don't faint! You haven't even seen me enter the tenth floor yet!"
puff!
puff!
Two more mouthfuls of blood spurted out, this time the two of them were spitting out blood in mid-air, making it even more visually appealing.
" Yang Zhen, I will never let you get away with this!"
" Yang Zhen, if I don't kill you in this lifetime, I, Yun Jie, swear I will not become a Buddha!"
"Can lamas also become Buddhas?" Yang Zhen diligently studied everyday knowledge.
Thump!
The only response he received was a dull thud as they both landed simultaneously, producing only one sound.
Yang Zhen pursed his lips and looked at Liang Qiushui.
Liang Qiushui trembled, and said with a horrified expression, "You... what do you want to do?"
Beside her, Shi Feixue looked at Yang Zhen pitifully, her face flushed, and said, " Yang Zhen, please... please let Senior Sister Liang go, okay?"
"Junior sister, shut up!" Liang Qiushui's expression turned cold as she rebuked Shi Feixue.
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue and squatted down in front of Shi Feixue, looking at the round-faced, shy little girl, and said, "Does this mean old woman always bully you?"
Shi Feixue hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Yang Zhen looked at Shi Feixue and said, "Tell the truth, or I'll throw her out."
"..."
Shi Feixue secretly glanced at Liang Qiushui, bit her lip, and whispered, "Yes!"
"You!" Liang Qiushui trembled with anger.