Yang Zhen has been missing for a year. During this year, almost everyone thought that Yang Zhen was dead, because even powerful cultivators at the Heavenly Cycle Realm had failed to break into the Thunder Marsh Fire Prison.
There are also some people who do not believe that Yang Zhen is dead, because they have long forgotten about Yang Zhen.
Who is Yang Zhen?
I heard he's a very arrogant genius?
I've heard of such a person, but I've never met him. Why don't you let him out? He's a peerless genius these days; he could teach Yang Zhen a lesson in no time.
So much happened in that year. Countless powerful beings appeared between heaven and earth, and countless forces sprang up like mushrooms after rain, appearing in people's sight.
Nowadays, all cultivators remind themselves to keep a low profile when they go out, the more low-profile the better. It's best to address everyone as "senior" in order to survive.
Who knows if the young people walking towards us are beings who have lived for ten thousand years, or if these people chose to sleep and seal themselves away before the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.
Although these people were still confused and didn't know what the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth was, it was at least a legacy from ten thousand years ago.
What does it mean to have a legacy from ten thousand years ago?
The terrifying primordial energy of heaven and earth ten thousand years ago was even more concentrated than it is now. The cultivation Cultivation Method practiced by those cultivators in the past would not have been possible if the Heaven and Earth Shackles had not been broken and the primordial energy of heaven and earth had not surged. There was not enough True Essence of heaven and earth to support the operation of the Cultivation Method.
A group of powerful beings who cultivate High Antiquity Cultivation Method —who could withstand them?
Even the Beiqi Clan now lives a quiet life, hiding in a large mountain range called Beiqi Mountain north of North Isle, almost completely detached from worldly affairs.
On this day, countless cultivators arrived in Cold City, and the entire Cold City suddenly became lively. However, beneath this liveliness, undercurrents were surging. The original cultivators of Cold City were all silent and trembling with fear. Many even hid at home and did not want to go out at all, becoming the first batch of homebody cultivators in the Cultivation World!
There's no way around it. In the current Cold City, there are countless powerful individuals. You could easily slap an old guy from ten thousand years ago with a casual slap, and he might even look like a young boy, but his strength is so terrifying that it makes you question your existence.
Inside the Cold City Teahouse, everyone was talking amongst themselves, and even the Shameless Cat was grumbling about how bad the food was.
Suddenly, all the chatter ceased, and the entire teahouse was so quiet that the sound of the Shameless Cat slurping its liquor could be heard.
An eerie aura gathered, and the atmosphere inside the teahouse became heavy. A chilling aura emanated from downstairs, and everyone immediately looked towards the stairs.
The group walked slowly up to the second floor.
The young man at the head of the group, dressed in fine clothes and with a hint of arrogance on his lips, looked around and said, "Gentlemen, continue. I think I heard some people talking about Yang Zhen?"
As he spoke, the young man in brocade robes approached the group, sat down, and said with a smile, "Continue, my Holy Son is very interested in this Yang Zhen."
Behind the young man followed a group of stunningly beautiful women, each with an elegant demeanor, dressed in white, with serene smiles on their faces, yet the long swords in their hands all gleamed with a chilling light that instilled suspicion.
The Shameless Cat glanced at the young man, then turned its gloomy gaze back to the food, as if eating it would kill it.
"Yan... Holy Son Yan, we were just saying that casually, please don't take it seriously." An old man said with a wry smile.
Holy Son Yan glanced at the old man and said with a smile, "Senior, what are you saying? I am truly interested in Yang Zhen. To be honest, it is a real pity that I was not born in the same era as Yang Zhen. But things are not bad now. I heard that he wants to create a Dao of his own?"
A look of absurdity flashed across the old man's face as he shook his head and said, "This statement has become a laughing stock. Even Heavenly Cycle Realm experts have said it. It's simply ridiculous. But then again, if Yang Zhen hadn't been so arrogant, he wouldn't have died in the Thunder Marsh Fire Prison."
Holy Son Yan shook his head and said, "You're wrong. There are still many people who firmly believe that Yang Zhen is not dead."
The old man was taken aback, exchanged glances with the others, and then suddenly burst into laughter, saying, " Holy Son Yan, you must be referring to the Holy Maiden Hua and the Dao Fanatic Madwoman. What a pity for two such peerless beauties! I've heard that even the Heavenly Cycle Realm experts from the Ancient Origin Sacred Land greatly admire their talent and wanted to take them as disciples, but the two women refused."
Perhaps feeling that Holy Son Yan wasn't too difficult to approach, the crowd gradually relaxed. A middle-aged man said with a smile, "Nowadays, the Holy Maiden Hua and the Dao Fanatic Madwoman are known as the Twin Plumes of North Isle. However, their lives were ruined after meeting Yang Zhen. Apart from the two of them, it seems that no one thinks Yang Zhen is still alive."
Speaking of Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er, a playful look flashed across Holy Son Yan's lips. He sighed and said, "Yes, nowadays, countless people want to win the favor of the Twin Plumes of North Isle. It's not because many young talents are infatuated with them, but simply because Yang Zhen's reputation is too great. Many young talents are resentful, but..."
At this point, Holy Son Yan sighed and said, "I just wonder if those two will win the hearts of the Holy Maiden Hua and the Dao Fanatic, or rather... one of them?"
Everyone burst into laughter, echoing, "I think it's very likely that it's the Holy Son Yan."
"Yes, Holy Son Yan is the holy son of the Gujin Clan. He has already reached the Spirit Transformation Realm and is also very handsome. If he can't succeed, who can?"
Holy Son Yan laughed heartily and said, "It's just a pity that I haven't met Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er yet. I've only heard that they are both unparalleled beauties. If only I could have a kiss with them..."
Whoosh!
A streak of Wu Guang, swift as lightning, rushed towards Holy Son Yan.
Holy Son Yan's expression changed drastically. He turned around and saw a shiny black chicken leg rushing towards him, with two bites on it. He was immediately enraged and then sneered.
"This thing, which doesn't even emit any True Essence fluctuations, dares to threaten me, the Holy Son? I'd like to see who's so audacious..."
Buzz!
The chicken leg, which was already moving very quickly, suddenly accelerated and was perfectly stuffed into Holy Son Yan's mouth just as a woman next to Holy Son Yan drew her sword and slashed at it.
"Waaaaah!"
Pop!
Holy Son Yan yanked the chicken leg out, stood up abruptly, his face ashen, and stared intently at a corner of the teahouse.
Everyone was astonished. How could an ordinary chicken leg, which showed no signs of True Essence fluctuations and had been bitten twice, suddenly accelerate?
Holy Son Yan was Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator, and even such a powerful young cultivator didn't have time to dodge before having his mouth stuffed full. How could everyone not be shocked?
When everyone looked towards the corner of the teahouse, they were immediately taken aback.
A Demon Race, a Demon Race wearing a bamboo hat, a chubby Demon Race wearing a bamboo hat.
"Who are you?" Holy Son Yan stared at the Demon Race with a gloomy expression and shouted coldly.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire teahouse turned icy.
The Shameless Cat leisurely removed his straw hat, took a toothpick, picked out the chicken leg meat stuck between his teeth, flicked it casually, and said smugly, "Kid, watch your mouth. Otherwise, if that kid comes out, you'll find that your grandpa is still your grandpa. He didn't just disappear for a day or two; now even a Tom, Dick, or Harry can jump around."