Chapter 891: Chapter 917: Disciple of Shangyuan Sect Chapter 891: Chapter 917: Disciple of Shangyuan Sect Yang Zhen beca curious. With looks as handso as his, why wasn’t he surrounded by adoring fans? Instead, why did everyone seem to want to strangle him?
Take this Senior Brother Yang, for instance. Sharing the sa surna, just the ntion of his na filled the faces of the young man and woman before him with admiration.
This youngster called Yang Chen, who looked blindly reckless, stopped his rash attempt to challenge the void rift after talking about Senior Brother Yang. He simply sat down and chatted away with his Senior Sister, taking turns praising Senior Brother Yang.
“Senior Sister, do you think I could beco a legend in Nether State like Senior Brother Yang?”
Seeing the excitent on Yang Chen’s face, his Senior Sister gave him a disgruntled glare and said, “You better hope the Sect Leader Senior Sister doesn’t hear you talking like that.”
Yang Chen paused, asking, “Why?”
A strange smile appeared on Senior Sister’s face as she replied, “You haven’t been with us for long, so you might not know. In our entire sect, it’s the Sect Leader Senior Sister who admires Senior Brother Yang the most. She tolerates no disparaging words about him.”
A look of shock crossed Yang Chen’s face as he said, “The Sect Leader Senior Sister is a prodigious talent. At such a young age, she is already a powerhouse at the Divine Transformation Stage. No one in the entire sect can match her talent, not even when combined. Could Senior Brother Yang’s talent possibly surpass the Sect Leader Senior Sister’s?”
“Surpass? By a lot,” she replied. “According to the Sect Leader Senior Sister herself, she feels like a re mortal compared to Senior Brother Yang. No, not even as good as a mortal.”
Yang Chen gasped and stood up, facing the void rift as he declared, “Senior Brother Yang has always been my role model. From now on, I, Yang Chen, will diligently cultivate with the goal of eting him sooner. If I fail in this vow, may heaven and earth annihilate .”
A stir in Yang Zhen’s heart—he couldn’t explain why, but he felt sothing emanating from Yang Chen. Thin, almost undetectable, like a wisp of breath a thousand tis finer than a strand of hair, rushing towards him.
This sudden change frightened Yang Zhen, and he tried to dodge, yet an odd look crossed his face.
When that invisible breath entered Yang Zhen’s body, he was completely astonished.
What was this?
The Power of Faith?
There was no veil to shield from heaven here. Although Yang Zhen hadn’t seen it, he could feel that the slender thread was none other than the Power of Faith.
Why was this youngster carelessly releasing the Power of Faith?
Vowing grand ambitions aloud, yet letting the Power of Faith scattered carelessly, only to be absorbed by Yang Zhen—such a move was unprecedented for him.
Could his talent be so monstrous?
To even absorb others’ Power of Faith?
Boom—!
A thunderous roar from the sky startled Yang Zhen. The furious thunder in mid-air seed on the verge of taking shape.
He wasn’t swearing at the heavens, not even privately.
So, the thunder taking form wasn’t due to him.
Looking down from the clouds, Yang Zhen watched the youth below, spirited and covered in blood, which could not conceal the gallant aura of the youth.
“To be underestimated as a youth for thirty years in the east, and then another thirty in the west—isn’t this exactly that?” he thought.
Young age, such a wonderful thing, Yang Zhen mused.
When the Senior Sister saw the thunderbolts erupting in mid-air, threatening to strike Yang Chen, her face paled. She rushed over, covering his mouth and exclaid, “Have you lost your mind, making oaths at a ti like this? I know you admire Senior Brother Yang the most, but what if this causes a disturbance in the cosmic rift, engulfing us? How would we then find our sect?”
A look of doubt and fear spread across Yang Chen’s face as he peered at the slowly stabilizing thunder serpents in the sky, saying timidly, “Senior Sister, let’s leave this place.”
Yang Zhen nodded silently to himself. This youth might be reckless, but he still cared for those around him. Knowing he couldn’t break through, and fearing staying might attract disaster, he promptly decided to leave.
This was a minor interlude. Yang Zhen hadn’t intended to reveal himself, but, unfamiliar with the area and facing cosmic anomalies, finding White Cloud Mountain felt as hard as ascending to heaven. He decided to go down to ask for directions and to find out what had happened here.
From the dialogue of the two, Yang Zhen deduced that they had witnessed the cosmic changes. So, he might gather so information about the recent event from them.
Although Yang Zhen’s Ksitigarbha Skill and the Profound Reasoning chapter enabled him to predict many cosmic changes, facing such a dreadful rift, he felt a bit out of his depth.
Perhaps his cultivation wasn’t profound enough, or his understanding of the Heavenly Book wasn’t deep. Nonetheless, faced with cosmic changes, Yang Zhen also felt at a loss.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to descend, the auras of so people not far away reached him.
Yang Zhen frowned. The aura of these people gave him an unpleasant feeling, too deliberately domineering. Yet, it was clear to him that, although their cultivations were diocre, their realms were respectable.
In a nearby hollow, a group of young disciples, arrogant and formidable, each looked like a human-shaped longsword as they walked towards him.
Looking over, Yang Zhen still didn’t recognize anyone, but sohow the aura felt familiar. However, he couldn’t rember where he had seen it before.
After all, he hadn’t stayed long in the Nether State, and he was still unclear about the power dynamics here.
The newcors were three n and two won, especially one woman. From a distance, she looked like a frost-covered longsword, cold as ice, exuding a sharp aura that induced fear.
An interesting group, what Cultivation thod had they practiced to shape themselves into longswords?
Yang Zhen barely sensed them and understood; the cultivation thods of these people must be related to longswords, and all advancents in their realms were based on the comprehension of sword techniques, which was indeed a novel approach.
At this mont, the group of three n and two won had already seen Yang Chen and his Senior Sister, and their faces imdiately revealed a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Is there a grudge?”
Yang Zhen blinked, sat down with interest, and thought this was getting intriguing.
Others watched immortals battle; Yang Zhen decided to enjoy the quarrels of ordinary people.
Although these people had decent talent, they were insignificant before Yang Zhen. However, even the practitioners with the lowest cultivation could have their own unique charm, and this held true even for those who hadn’t reached enlightennt.
With Yang Zhen’s talent, observing these people or events on regular days could also enhance his own Taoist Feeling.
Upon seeing the newcors, the expressions of Yang Chen and his Senior Sister changed.
Especially Yang Chen, who instinctively shielded his Senior Sister behind him and said in a deep voice, “Senior Sister, you go first. I’ll hold them off.”
Among the three n and two won, a young man with flamboyant attire sneered, “Yang Chen, do you think you can protect Li Ruxue before us?”
Yang Chen grinned, stared at the young man who spoke, and replied, “Duan Langcai, you can give it a try.”
Hearing the na Duan Langcai, Yang Zhen’s eyes widened, almost causing him to fall from the sky.
Duan Langcai?
That na sounded so familiar; could it have sothing to do with Duan Langcai?
Langcai, Langcai… Could these two be brothers?
Yang Zhen lay prone on the Great Missing Sword, looking down, and indeed saw a man who resembled Duan Langcai by three parts, smirking at Yang Chen with an expression that was strikingly similar to Duan Langcai from years ago.
The young disciple nad Duan Langcai burst into laughter, and suddenly, his longsword erupted with a burst of brilliance—the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword?
Yang Zhen was genuinely surprised this ti; he didn’t expect that soone from Sword Servant Sect would comprehend the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword in such a short ti.
Although Duan Langcai’s Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword was flashy and impractical, the overall direction of his cultivation wasn’t wrong, it just contained so impurities.
Yang Zhen was truly curious now, watching the young Duan Langcai with interest.
Boom—!
Three elents converged above, summoning a ghostly procession at night, the terrifying waves of air turned eerie, as if real phantoms were swirling in midair.
Seeing Duan Langcai display the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword, the other disciples of Sword Servant Sect all stepped aside and coldly watched the scene unfold. Instead of intervening, they looked on with schadenfreude, including the exceptionally talented, icy maiden, who rely gave the scene a glance without any intention of stopping it.
Currently, Duan Langcai, at the Divine Transformation Stage with five layers of heaven, was similar in cultivation to Yang Chen but slightly higher than Li Ruxue.
However, Yang Chen was now severely injured, and his strength had greatly diminished!
Li Ruxue’s face turned ashen, staring at Duan Langcai with her longsword unsheathed, took a deep breath, and said to Yang Chen, “Junior Brother, find a way to leave this place and notify our fellow sect disciples. The people from Sword Servant Sect here are up to no good. If my judgnt isn’t wrong, the five people here are just part of their force, and they’re specifically here to intercept us.”
Yang Chen laughed heartily, turned to glance at Li Ruxue, and suddenly, his longsword unleashed a terrifying surge of qi. Amidst the raging winds and surging thunder, a terrifying force of wind and thunder revolved around him.
Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword!
Yang Zhen let out an impressed noise and sat up straight. This was the first martial skill that Yang Zhen perfected after arriving in the world of cultivation, and he never expected to see it used here.
Moreover, Yang Zhen finally realized that the Senior Brother Yang ntioned by Yang Chen and Li Ruxue, was probably none other than himself, the dashing Yang Zhen!
It wasn’t because his talent was so overwhelming and monstrous that it nearly defied the heavens that Yang Zhen could absorb the Power of Faith released by Yang Chen, but rather, this Power of Faith was originally released by Yang Chen for Yang Zhen.
Oh, my turtle!
Yang Zhen took a deep breath. If he still wasn’t clear about the identities of Yang Chen and Li Ruxue in front of him now, he might as well plunge from the Great Missing Sword and smash himself to death.
He was delighted, truly delighted.
Worrying about not finding Shangyuan Sect, he had encountered two disciples from Shangyuan Sect, whom he had never heard of, let alone seen before. Now it seed that Shangyuan Sect was doing quite well.
He just wondered to what extent Yang Chen had comprehended the Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword.
Speaking of the Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword, Yang Zhen could claim without any false modesty that he even understood the Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword better than the ancestors of Shangyuan Sect who created it.
Rumble!
Thunder surged in midair, winds roared fiercely, and without waiting for Li Ruxue to respond, Yang Chen charged forward.
“Seeking death!”
Duan Langcai’s face turned livid, and the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword in his hand suddenly morphed into countless illusions, charging towards Yang Chen.
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