"Damn it, do you really think I'm easy to bully? Without thorough preparation, would I rashly interfere with the marriage proposal? Do you think I'm a brute?"
The six-star formation suddenly erupted, and clouds of mist rose up, enveloping everyone and causing them to lose their way.
The White-Faced Scholar turned and ran, dodging Yang Zhen's punches while shouting, " Yang Zhen, you shameless bastard! Using the Six-Star Array Plate here is a complete waste! You... are you a devil?"
Yang Zhen's Startling Thunder Sword flashed in his hand, roaring like a thunder dragon, with streaks of lightning spreading out, and with a bang, he smashed the White-Faced Scholar down from mid-air.
"I picked up this six-star array plate by my own skill, and I can use it wherever I want. It's none of your business. A dozen of you came to hunt me down. Are you trying to outdo me in shamelessness?"
"You!" The pale-faced White-Faced Scholar, enraged by these words, coughed up a mouthful of blood and suddenly slammed his hands down on the ground.
boom!
With a deafening roar, the ground beneath Yang Zhen's feet exploded, sending sand and gravel flying everywhere amidst the surging air—a truly terrifying sight.
"If you want to kill me, then you can die too!"
A flash of hysterical madness crossed the White-Faced Scholar's face as he gasped for breath, staring intently at the spot where the dust was churning.
"Go to hell!"
The White-Faced Scholar spat and staggered to his feet.
Yang Zhen's voice suddenly rang out from behind him, saying, "We have no grudge against each other, why would I kill you? I never intended to kill you."
when!
A dull thud came from behind him. The White-Faced Scholar turned around, feeling as if the back of his head had been shattered. Looking at the huge rock in Yang Zhen's hand, he said with an incredulous and furious expression, "You... shameless!"
Thump!
The White-Faced Scholar lay motionless on the ground, not quite dead, but it would probably be a while before he woke up.
The remaining dozen or so Golden Core Realm experts cried out in agony as they rushed in all directions. When they reached the edge of the formation, they were struck by bolts of lightning and charred to a crisp. Some even lost their way and ended up with their own people covered in bruises.
" Yang Zhen, get out here! Using a formation to ambush someone is shameless! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me fairly!"
Someone roared repeatedly within the formation, only to be met with a thunder dragon as thick as a bowl, which crashed down with a deafening roar, leaving the person foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground, questioning their existence.
Yang Zhen defeated more than a dozen Golden Core Realm cultivators one by one, tied them all together, and threw them into the center of the formation.
When the White-Faced Scholar woke up, he shuddered and opened his eyes to see a huge, hairy belly protruding in front of him. He screamed in surprise and backed away, knocking over a group of people in the process.
"Yang... Yang Zhen, you bastard, you devil, what do you want to do?" The White-Faced Scholar was terrified, goosebumps rising all over his body. More than a dozen people had actually been tied up by Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was squatting not far away, fiddling with a bottle of medicine powder that didn't look very legitimate.
"Oh, you're awake. Do you think it's a bit of a waste for me to use a six-star array plate in such a desolate place?"
Everyone's lips twitched, staring intently at Yang Zhen.
Damn it, this isn't just a waste, it's an absolute waste! Selling a six-star array plate would be enough to buy five years or even more of Cultivation Resources. Who would want to be a desperate fugitive?
Yang Zhen not only used the Six-Star Array Plate in such a godforsaken place, but also spent countless precious resources to inscribe so many unstable smaller array plates on his body. This is simply...
This is absolutely outrageous!
The group was almost in tears. If they had known Yang Zhen was so terrifying, they would never have tried to take Yang Zhen away.
Now, not only have they been captured by Yang Zhen, but their clothes have also been stripped off and are left to dry in the wilderness. What kind of situation is this?
Everyone stared intently at Yang Zhen without saying a word. Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, glaring fiercely at them. "Not going to talk, huh? I wonder what interesting things will happen when I sprinkle this powder on your heads?"
Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively shrank back, their faces pale as they stared at Yang Zhen in horror.
"Isn't that a waste?" Yang Zhen shook the small bottle in his hand.
"No waste, no waste!" everyone hurriedly replied, staring intently at the bottle in Yang Zhen's hand, afraid that Yang Zhen might actually throw it at them in a fit of anger.
"Huh?" Yang Zhen was taken aback. "You're not telling the truth, are you?"
"What a waste!" Everyone quickly changed their tune.
Yang Zhen took the bottle back, squatted down in front of the White-Faced Scholar, and said with a pained expression, "Since it was a waste, I should at least get something back from you, right? Do you have anything valuable on you?"
The White-Faced Scholar's eyes twitched.
Don't you have any idea if there's anything valuable? You've searched all the clothes, what good stuff could you possibly have?
The White-Faced Scholar felt an urge to roll his eyes, but he dared not. In front of this group of men, if Yang Zhen gave him that kind of drug, his image for life would be ruined, and he would feel like he was living a life worse than death.
Yang Zhen patted the White-Faced Scholar's face and said, "Don't be so nervous, your face is as red as a rainbow. Tell me what Cultivation Method arts techniques you have, and I might spare your lives, how about it?"
The White-Faced Scholar frowned, clearly somewhat resistant to the suggestion.
"Isn't this a good idea?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself.
The White-Faced Scholar was so grateful he almost burst into tears. The Cultivation Method arts techniques were a secret passed down through his sect; how could they be easily passed on to outsiders?
"This does seem a bit inappropriate. If your Cultivation Method arts skills are leaked, your sect will likely impose penalties. My idea must be putting you in a difficult position!"
The White-Faced Scholar and the others nodded hastily. It was a stroke of luck that Yang Zhen didn't reveal his Cultivation Method and martial arts skills. No one had expected that Yang Zhen would have such an understanding side.
Yang Zhen looked at the nodding crowd and said, "I dislike forcing people to do things against their will. How about this, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's do it on a voluntary basis. Whoever wants to speak can speak. The last two who don't want to speak will just need to take this powder of mine."
Everyone: "..."
"I'll give you ten days to consider!" Yang Zhen held up his finger. "One, two, ten, time's up!"
Holy crap!
The White-Faced Scholar's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "I... I... I'll talk, I'll talk..."
" White-Faced Scholar, you have no sense of morality!"
"I'll say it too... I'll say it too..."
"I said, choose me, choose me! I have the art of alchemy, a complete collection of a grandmaster's notes, which I've memorized."
"I possess a Heaven-level martial skill, choose me, choose me..."
A group of people rushed to speak, afraid that if they were too slow, Yang Zhen would force-feed them the medicine, because everyone knew that Yang Zhen was capable of such a shameless act.
Half an hour later, Yang Zhen left the place with complete satisfaction.
" Yang Zhen, you broke your promise and let us go... umm..." The White-Faced Scholar was interrupted halfway through his shout by a group of people behind him who covered his mouth. He looked at Yang Zhen, who was walking away, with a look of horror on his face.
Yang Zhen paused, then exclaimed, "Oh dear! I almost forgot about it!"
As he spoke, Yang Zhen casually tossed a small bottle, which, amidst the horrified gazes of the dozen or so Golden Core Realm cultivators, traced a beautiful arc and landed on their heads.
A dozen or so people looked up in horror, their mouths agape in terror.
Snap!
The bottle shattered, and a cloud of pink powder sprayed all over the people.
Not long after, strange sounds came from within the six-star formation.
Yang Zhen! You monster!
On a mountaintop not far from the valley, two disheveled old men stared in disbelief at the entire scene. One of them, a bald man, exclaimed angrily, "Outrageous! This boy is utterly shameless, utterly shameless!"
An elderly man with curly hair standing nearby said, "You old codger, what haven't you seen? This kind of thing, where you try to steal treasure but end up getting robbed instead, is all too common. I think this kid is quite interesting."
The bald old man glanced at the curly-haired old man and said, "Besides alchemy, what else do you find interesting?"
The curly-haired old man exclaimed, "Hurry, hurry, follow him! This little guy has something good on him!"