The sky was filled with dust, and countless black shadows were shuttling back and forth between the dim dust and the black demonic energy. But if Yang Zhen and the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons wanted to hide, how could these people find them?

Until they hid in the depths of a mountain, in a huge cave that Yang Zhen had somehow found. The Nine Dragon Saint hadn't reacted yet, with a confused expression on his face. He asked strangely, "How did you get in like this?"

"What else do you think?" Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "If something can be solved with the brain, never use fists. This is what a great expert in our village said."

"It seems to make sense, but who is this expert in your village?" The Saint of Nine Dragons frowned, believing it, and asked curiously.

"Our director, the director of the orphanage!" Yang Zhen said seriously.

A hint of hesitation appeared on the face of the Holy Lord Jiulong. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "Okay, now just wait here."

"Just wait?" Nine Dragon Saint asked in surprise, "Didn't you say we were going to find the Emperor's Tomb?"

The mean cat was also confused, and hurriedly asked: "Yeah, kid, we finally got in, if we don't go to find the emperor's tomb, what's the point of being a turtle here?"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "First of all, we didn't just barge in. That's why psychology is such a good thing. You should just flip through it when you have time. Even if you don't use the quantum reading method, you should at least have a general understanding of it."

"What do you mean?" The Saint of Nine Dragons was already accustomed to the way Yang Zhen spoke, so he only needed to listen to half of it. He didn't know what psychology was. The Saint of Nine Dragons just wanted to know what Yang Zhen meant by "not breaking in by force".

The mean cat's eyes were sparkling, and its focus was different from that of the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons.

The Nine Dragon Saint focused on the first half of Yang Zhen's words, but the mean cat kept staring at the second half and asked excitedly, "Boy, what is psychology? Teach me when you have time. Damn, it sounds so amazing."

Yang Zhen glanced at Jianmao. Since there was no rush, he started to explain, "The more people gather together, the more they need a leader. Why is that?"

"Of course it is to better restrain these people!" The mean cat replied hastily. Even it knew this superficial truth, let alone the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons.

This is like a sect that cannot be without a sect leader for a day, otherwise it will become a loose sand and will be easily exploited by people with ulterior motives.

As for how someone with ulterior motives can use it, not many people have studied it. After all, only people with evil intentions would delve into this thing.

Yang Zhen showed a look of understanding on his face. He blinked at Jiulong Shengzun and Jianmao and said, "Being able to better restrain these people is one thing. Once these people are leaderless and encounter unexpected events without time to discuss, that would be the most terrifying thing."

Jiulong Saint's eyes lit up and he said, "So they didn't have time to stop us just now?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "We haven't even figured out what we are doing yet. Who would have thought that we would suddenly blow up a mountain, confuse people, and come in so brazenly?"

The mean cat took a breath and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, muttering to himself: "Damn, there is such a thing, wouldn't it be bad if there were too many people?"

That's not the truth. In short, having more people has its advantages, and having fewer people has its advantages.

In this world, there are never any roads that cannot be traveled, only people who cannot think clearly. This is a truth that Yang Zhen has understood since he was a child.

He thought that when he was alone, in most cases he needed to think alone so as not to be taken advantage of by bad people or to go hungry.

The Nine Dragon Saint obviously thought of something deeper. He looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully, took a deep breath, and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for those people outside?"

Yang Zhen lazily leaned against the cave, nodded and said, "Yes, this is also a simple application of psychology. Demon Lord Shu Ya and Lord Chen Xiaotian ordered so many people to guard here, this place must be extraordinary. As for what is extraordinary, I am afraid only they themselves know it."

"Then why don't we find someone to ask?" Jianmao looked eager to try. When it came to the method of forcing confessions, Jianmao only admired Yang Zhen. He also learned a lot from Yang Zhen. Although he had not had the opportunity to try it yet, he was confident about it.

The mean cat uttered an oh, glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, you think others are too stupid. We just barged in like this, there is obviously something wrong. Will they take us to find the Emperor's Tomb?"

"It may not be the Emperor's Tomb!" Yang Zhen blinked and said, "But they will definitely take us to find it. How about making a bet?"

"OK!"

Hearing about the bet, Jianmao became interested and stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "What's the bet?"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "Just give me any cultivation method. If you win, I'll give you whatever you want."

The mean cat grinned, walked up to Yang Zhen, patted Yang Zhen on the shoulder and said, "Boy, you are so nice to me, I feel a little embarrassed, but don't worry, I won't be polite to you."

The Nine Dragon Saint beside him laughed bitterly and said, "Boy, I don't think you can win."

Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at the Nine Dragon Saint and said, "Then we'll just have to wait and see."

Although the power of the cheap cat's soul is weak, it can still sense some situations outside the mountain.

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When the dust in the sky had not yet dispersed, those demon cultivators had been searching in vain. Even after the dust had dispersed, they still had not found Yang Zhen and the others. The aura of those demon cultivators began to feel a little strange.

Especially when several powerful demon cultivators gathered together, no one knew what they were whispering about.

Sensing this scene, a smile appeared on Yang Zhen's face, while Jie Mao and Jiulong Shengzun both had confused looks on their faces.

Just as the Saint of Nine Dragons was about to speak, Yang Zhen suddenly sat up straight. A look of surprise appeared on the face of the mean cat. He pricked up his ears and took a breath.

The two demon cultivators sneakily left the crowd, bypassed the mountain where Yang Zhen and others were, and headed towards the west side of the mountain.

The mean cat had a confused look on his face, and asked stupidly, "Are they going to relieve themselves?"

"It's no use to you. Let's go and get to work!" Yang Zhen patted Jianmao's shoulder, stood up, dusted off his body, and chased after the two men.

As Yang Zhen walked along, the surrounding rocks disappeared without a trace, which made the Nine Dragon Saint behind him look surprised.

However, what is even more surprising is how Yang Zhen knew that these people would definitely go to the place they are guarding?

After a long time, the mean cat suddenly cried out in a strange voice: "Damn it, no, I got fooled, damn it, you are so dishonest, you even fooled your own people?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway. Besides, don't think I don't know how many good things are hidden in your bastard head. If you can come up with some skills, even if I don't use them, they will be very useful to those people in the Three Flowers Holy Land. Don't be so stingy."

"Grass!"

The mean cat glared and said, "I was going to use my skills, but I ended up with such a mean result. Stop right there, kid, or I'll blow your head off with one punch!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. I have a feeling that we are about to have a big fight."

(End of this chapter)