When Yang Zhen jumped down, he was surprised to see the situation inside. Not only were there many people here, but there was also a secret place. In particular, there was a natural Dao mark on a stone slab in the center! Around the natural Dao mark, there were more than a dozen bright red flowers. When Yang Zhen fell down, several people were collecting these red flowers.
The red flowers looked extremely delicate, the kind that would be damaged if touched. Even though everyone was very careful, one person still accidentally touched a petal, and the whole plant suddenly wilted, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a pile of things that looked like it had been dried by the wind.
Everyone was startled at once, staring at Yang Zhen with unfriendly eyes, as if Yang Zhen had broken the flower, with a look of deep hatred and resentment.
Yang Zhen looked at everyone in confusion. It seemed that they didn't notice that the mark on the stone was the most precious thing here, a natural mark of the Tao, something that many people dreamed of but was something that could only be encountered by chance.
Just such a small trace, if it were to be released, would definitely cause a shock to the entire Donglin Island. These guys left the natural Dao traces behind and took those flowers instead?
Yang Zhen looked around in confusion. How should he explain to these guys that he didn't want those little red flowers, he just wanted that stone?
It would definitely not be possible to say it directly. Right now, these people haven't noticed Dao Hen. Once they noticed it, they would fight for it even more desperately. But if he didn't say it, these people would stare at him covetously, afraid that he would snatch those little red flowers.
This is really embarrassing! Yang Zhen glanced at the marks on the stone and could indeed feel a trace of the natural Dao mark, which confirmed that he was not mistaken. Could it be that these people could not feel the breath on the stone? The group of people were in a stalemate for a moment. Yang Zhen's head hurt when he thought about it. It was not a solution to continue in such a stalemate. Just as he was about to take action, a deep voice came from behind! "Yang Zhen, we can throw away those crystal stones. If you dare to destroy these blood crown flowers, I will fight you to the death!"
The long-sword monk stared at Yang Zhen coldly. Even with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, he was a little nervous, which showed how much he valued these blood crown flowers.
The people around didn't expect that the long-sword monk just went out to kill a Jindan stage monk, but not only did he fail to kill him, but he lured him in. For a moment, they all looked a little gloomy.
"Brother Lu Heng, what's the point of talking so much nonsense with a person like Yang Zhen? He is just a Jindan stage cultivator. With so many of us, how can he touch the Blood Crown Flower?"
"No, the Blood Crown Flower is related to the rise and fall of our sect, and we must not let Yang Zhen destroy it."
"He is only at the Jindan stage, I can handle him by myself!"
"No, don't act rashly!"
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A group of people were talking and leaving Yang Zhen there. Damn, what a bunch of idiots! Yang Zhen wanted to leave first and come back in after they finished picking the flowers.
But this is not very safe. What if they noticed the natural Taoist marks on the stone while collecting the little red flowers and moved it away? Where would Yang Zhen find them?
Suddenly, Yang Zhen noticed that a young man in the crowd looked familiar. His half-smile of gloating made Yang Zhen's heart skip a beat.
No, we can't stay here for long! Yang Zhen laughed loudly, looked back at the long-sword monk Lu Heng, and said with disdain: "A bunch of idiots, this is a world within a world, how can there be only things like blood crown flowers, that stone is the most precious here!"
A group of people looked at Yang Zhen pointing at the stone in the red flower, sneering: "Yang Zhen, do you think we are three-year-old children? It's just an ordinary stone. It's just near the blood crown flower and has been contaminated with the scent of the blood crown flower. Don't play any tricks, otherwise we will fight you to the death."
When a powerful Yuanying stage cultivator told a Jindan stage cultivator that it was a fight to the death, not only were Lu Heng's fellow disciples stunned, but even the cultivator on the ground who was leaning over the pit and craning his neck to look inside was stunned.
Yang Zhen laughed loudly and walked straight towards the blood crown flowers in full view of everyone.
Lu Heng and others were nervous for a while, but they did not act rashly. Instead, following Lu Heng's suggestion, they surrounded Yang Zhen.
In such a small environment, if Yang Zhen dared to destroy the Blood Crown Flower, he would not be able to escape even if he had many powerful means.
Everyone stared at Yang Zhen nervously, and when they saw Yang Zhen really walk straight past the blood crown flowers, come to the big rock, pick up the big rock and walk away, they were all at a loss.
"Could it be that the stone is really the most precious thing in this world within a world?"
"Be careful, this bastard Yang Zhen is the most cunning one, maybe he just wants to confuse us. Senior Brother Lu Heng has checked this stone and found nothing special. What can Yang Zhen, a Jindan stage, find?"
"Humph, Yang Zhen is really insidious and cunning, but he underestimates us too much. How could we not see whether he is a natural treasure or not?"
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Yang Zhen just carried an extremely huge stone and walked slowly through the crowd. Not only Lu Heng and others were confused, but Yang Zhen himself was also a little confused.
Is it that simple? He got Dao Hen from a group of people without bloodshed? Yang Zhen laughed loudly, looked at Lu Heng and others with contempt, and said loudly: "You are a bunch of scum, you don't know good things. I will take this stone away, you can continue to pick your flowers, see you later!"
Lu Heng looked at Yang Zhen with a look of doubt and said in a deep voice: "Yang Zhen, do you think this method will be useful to us? Let alone that we need the blood crown flower more, even if this stone is really a treasure, would you tell us so openly?"
There were bursts of sneers from the fellow disciples around him, and Yang Zhen was stunned and speechless.
"Well, if that's the case, then have fun, I'm leaving!"
Yang Zhen put the stone into his storage ring, secretly thanking his lucky number that he had a lot of storage rings, otherwise he would be in trouble today.
Just after leaving the realm within the realm, Yang Zhen had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when a thunderous roar came: "Yang Zhen, put down that stone!"
Boom! A terrifying figure came from the horizon, carrying violent waves of air, covering the sky and blocking the sun. The powerful momentum made everyone present change their faces in shock.
Yang Zhen looked up and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.
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This old man is actually a powerful being at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. I’m afraid he is not far from a breakthrough.
Boom! The old man was in mid-air, and as he waved his hand, a sea of fire rushed towards Yang Zhen. The roaring waves of fire exuded a powerful force that made people's hearts flutter.
Yang Zhen's face changed. The powerful man at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage was indeed so terrifying that he could create such a big scene with just a flick of his sleeves.
After hearing what the old man said, Lu Heng and the others' faces finally changed. They surrounded Yang Zhen in a rage and said in a deep voice, "Yang Zhen, put down the stone!"
"Put down that stone!" More than a dozen Jindan stage cultivators around also shouted in a deep voice.
"Put down that rock!"
The sound was incessant, and the monks who were watching the excitement around were all startled and looked at Yang Zhen in the crowd with a gloating look.
The aura of the old man at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage was like a raging storm. Even those on the periphery of the crowd felt palpitations, as if they were in a violent storm. The raging waves and endless pressure showed how dangerous Yang Zhen's situation was at this moment.
A surge of powerful energy waves rushed towards him, causing Yang Zhen's body to creak unconsciously, but the golden elixir in his body suddenly burst into brilliant light.
Yang Zhen looked up and his expression suddenly became calm. There was a powerful cultivator at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, a powerful cultivator at the third level of the Nascent Soul Stage, a dozen cultivators at or above the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage, and several cultivators below the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage.
With such a big show, they really think highly of him! Yang Zhen took a deep breath and looked around. He could see all kinds of ugly expressions, including sinister, greedy, hateful, teasing, and amusing.
Among all living beings, the strong are respected. No matter what expression they have, they are so ruthless when looking at Yang Zhen!
Yang Zhen slowly raised the Thunder Sword in his hand and muttered to himself, "I was not born to compete for power. I am too lazy to sit on the Golden Terrace in the capital. I ask you what you want. I smile as I watch the autumn leaves being buried by the winter snow. At this moment, I feel more and more that I am missing a follower who can yell 666."
"It's not that I don't want to fight, but I don't bother to fight with you."
Boom! Yang Zhen's aura suddenly exploded, soaring into the sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the aura surged.
(End of this chapter)