Chapter 1138: Chapter 1165: Lotus Blossoms at Lotus Mountain! (Second Update) Chapter 1138: Chapter 1165: Lotus Blossoms at Lotus Mountain! (Second Update) Although Zhou Tong was quite confident in himself, he still glanced at Yang Zhen with so worry.
At that mont, Yang Zhen had imrsed all his mind in that jade slip, and for so reason, Zhou Tong felt a bit scared seeing Yang Zhen looking so serious!
Ti was running short, and seeing Yang Zhen enter a state of sudden understanding once again, Zhou Tong couldn’t even bother to complain and simply waved his hand, lifting Yang Zhen, and walked toward the direction of the Third Mountain grand eting.
Along the way, Yang Zhen seed to be in a seclusion-like state. Although he was completely imrsed in sudden understanding, he did not practice any Martial Skill, which made Zhou Tong reveal a relieved expression, he sighed in relief and with a smug look, squinted at Yang Zhen and said, “Kid, if I don’t show you sothing tough, you really think it’s so easy to be my master?”
Thinking of the thunderbolt from before, Zhou Tong couldn’t help but shrink his neck and shivered a bit.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of heavenly punishnt or anything. At Zhou Tong’s level, facing heavenly tribulations and punishnts was nothing new, and avoiding them wasn’t impossible either.
But the thought that if Yang Zhen truly had an exceptional talent and succeeded in mastering the Martial Skill, wouldn’t that an he really had to acknowledge Yang Zhen as his master?
How old was Yang Zhen, anyway?
A fledgling kid who hadn’t even grown a full set of hair. If word got out, wouldn’t it be a laughingstock?
An old man following a little brat around calling him “master” – that wretched old hag would probably laugh her teeth out.
Zhou Tong shook his head and once again reassured himself upon seeing Yang Zhen, who hadn’t practiced any Martial Skill, and he sighed in relief.
Saying he would acknowledge Yang Zhen as his master was also Zhou Tong’s mont of anger, but being angry didn’t an he was foolish. The Martial Skill he gave to Yang Zhen was not a forbidden Divine Power of the Sky Termination Gate but was also one that rarely anyone in the Sky Termination Gate could master.
Throughout the history of Sky Termination Gate, only Zhou Tong’s master, Sky Termination Real Man, had mastered it successfully.
As for Zhou Tong…
He had practiced it for hundreds of years and still hadn’t grasped its essence!
When Sky Termination Real Man wielded his sword, the heavens and earth changed color, effortlessly destroying heavens and shattering earth – such a terrifying sword could not be comprehended just by saying so!
Seeing Yang Zhen occasionally frowning and thinking hard, Zhou Tong’s face showed a schadenfreude smile. He took out a large gourd, turned it upside down, but nothing ca out, then he rembered he had already given it all to Yang Zhen.
He had given it all… to Yang Zhen?
Zhou Tong yelled in surprise, nearly flinging Yang Zhen away!
“Damn it, my treasured Myriad Flower Dew, all just given to this bastard kid?”
Myriad Flower Dew, which the knaves in the sect couldn’t even beg for a drop on ordinary days, was absolutely impossible to obtain.
The preciousness of this thing was known throughout the Sky Termination Gate for its strong effect on accumulating Qi, but very few knew that Myriad Flower Dew was extrely rare, and for Zhou Tong to fill another gourd, it would be impossible without a thousand years.
Such a great item, how could he have given it all away to this wretched kid Yang Zhen in a mont of excitent?
Zhou Tong stared at Yang Zhen blankly, and after a long ti, he muttered to himself: “This kid is poisonous!”
Definitely poisonous, it must be poisonous, otherwise why would he always feel like he’s falling into a trap?
However, after giving it a thought, Yang Zhen, that rascal, it was better the more venomous he was. It would be delightful if he could turn the Third Mountain gathering into a scene of utter chaos, just to see the old witch’s face.
While one’s thoughts flashed like lightning, the other entered into seclusion, both heading northwest at a speed so fast, it seed like lightning itself.
After an unknown period, in the distance, where heaven and earth seed to rge, a vast expanse of white could be seen. The air around them gradually beca colder. Senior Zhou was almost asleep when Yang Zhen suddenly stretched lazily, smacked his lips, and then opened his eyes, looking bewildered at the sky-obscuring snow, and asked, “Where are we?”
Senior Zhou startled, looked at Yang Zhen with an odd expression, and asked, “Woke up?”
“Yeah, I woke up, no wait…” Yang Zhen’s expression also turned odd.
As the young and the old exchanged glances for a mont, Yang Zhen’s left corner of the mouth slightly lifted, and Senior Zhou’s right corner of the mouth curled up. Then both simultaneously raised their eyebrows, chuckling eerily.
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The vast snow-covered mountains appeared as if draped in silver, under the ice and snow, everything was deathly still.
The silence between heaven and earth was like a sleeping fearso beast, its breathing syncing with the Heaven and Earth Great Dao.
Snow Lotus Mountain, a rather common na, was yet extrely famous locally, famous to the extent that no practitioner would dare to casually intrude.
For on Snow Lotus Mountain, there were the lower three gates among the Six Gates of the Third Palace from the Great Desolation, low as they may be, they were still sufficient to shake the entire northwest of the Central Court.
Atop a mountain seemingly sheared flat by a giant sword were white buildings closely packed together. From afar, they seed like dragons snaking through precipitous ridges, or perhaps arranged according to so ancient formation, invoking awe in the onlooker.
Where the lotuses bloom on Lotus Mountain, people co where lotuses open!
Sky Termination Gate, Heavenborn Sect, Green Lotus Sect, the lower three of the Third Palace Six Gates, almost every ten years saw a change, which is a vital reason for maintaining a leading position in the Great Desolation world.
Growing and strengthening through conflict has always been the unwritten rule of the Third Palace and Six Gates. Although in slumber for tens of thousands of years, this legacy has continued since the beginning of heaven and earth.
With the blooming like green lotuses at Green Lotus Sect, a row of white dragons ford in the sky, filling the air with mysterious and exhilarating energy, adding an unusual mystery to the pleasant feeling.
This ti’s Third Mountain gathering would be held within the Green Lotus Sect.
In the training field of Green Lotus Sect, a young woman dressed in white, with floating icy sword in hand, danced slowly in the air. The thick white mist in the mid-air suddenly transford into a dragon, roaming around, gathering terrifying energy that sent shivers down one’s spine.
In the stands of the training field, an old man nodded his approval and said, “Miaoyi has only unleashed half of her potential, but her talent is already exceptionally remarkable. This ti’s Third Mountain gathering should indeed be an eye-opener for Ghost Granny.”
This old man, who appeared virtuous and dignified but whose brows hinted at schadenfreude, looked more like a mischievous old man undeservingly endowed with such a fine exterior.
“Lin Miaoyi’s strength and talent are not inferior to that boy Weng Yongli at all,” a middle-aged female practitioner dressed as a lady said with a smile, then glanced at the venerable-looking old man and continued, “You three have been competing your whole lives, from participating in the Third Mountain conference to now bringing disciples to participate. When will it end?”
The venerable-looking old man snorted coldly and said, “When will it end? When Senior Zhou and Ghost Granny, those two shaless old ones admit defeat, that’s when it will end.”
“Admit defeat?” A harsh voice rang out, “Old Taoist, are you saying you want to admit defeat?”
“Ghost Granny?” The venerable-looking old man’s face changed, and he gestured to Lin Miaoyi, squinting his eyes.
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