"It's going to be lively now. There are countless geniuses on Wanhua Island, all waiting for Yang Zhen. Now that Yang Zhen is here, given his personality, he will definitely cause a big chaos."

"The heir of Huashan Fudi is already quite ostentatious. Lu Baichi even threatened that if Yang Zhen dared to come to Wanhua Island, he would be beheaded. I wonder if Lu Baichi got the news."

"What a joke! You and I both got the news, so how could Master Lu not know about it? I just don't know why Master Lu is targeting Yang Zhen so much."

"I heard that it was because Yang Zhen was too arrogant and didn't seem to take the heir of Dong Tian Fu Di seriously, so Master Lu wanted to teach him a lesson!"

"You may not know, but I heard a rumor that the reason why Master Lu wanted to kill Yang Zhen was actually because the descendants of Dongtian Fudi were competing with each other and making a bet."

The people around him took a deep breath when they heard this, and said in surprise, "This is the most tragic thing about small sects and independent cultivators. No matter how talented Yang Zhen is, no matter how arrogant he is, in front of these true descendants of the blessed land, he is just a chess piece in a gambling game that can be manipulated at will."

"Who said it wasn't true? If I were Yang Zhen, I would definitely not be able to bear this and would kill all those disciples from the Cave Heaven Blessed Land."

…

Because the imperial mark of Emperor Donghuang appeared on Wanhua Island, Wanhua Island has now become the most lively place on the coast of the East China Sea. Monks of various cultivation realms from Youzhou Continent and even the sea gather together.

Some people looked down on Yang Zhen, thinking that he was just a clown, while some people admired him greatly, thinking that this was the true nature of cultivators like us.

No matter what people's attitude towards Yang Zhen was, they were all looking forward to Yang Zhen's performance on Wanhua Island.

However, Wanhua Island today is different from the other two islands on the coast of the East China Sea. As long as Yang Zhen dares to act recklessly, there are people who can slap Yang Zhen to the ground with one slap. This is also something that many interested people like to see. Yang Zhen is really too despicable and too arrogant.

Everyone was eager to watch the fun, waiting for Yang Zhen to cause some trouble.

However, what made everyone confused was that in the next five days, Yang Zhen not only did not cause any earth-shattering incidents, but also did not offend anyone. He was as low-key as a passerby and had not even appeared in the public eye for several days.

This result surprised everyone. No one expected that Yang Zhen would behave like this. They couldn't help but feel disappointed and confused. Did Yang Zhen suddenly change his personality, or was he afraid?

…

On an ordinary street in Wanhua Island, Yang Zhen was sweating profusely, shirtless, holding a huge hammer, and hitting a piece of star iron with a clanging sound.

Amidst the volley of sparks, as the sweat on Yang Zhen's body burst out, the star iron on the clip in Yang Zhen's left hand slowly changed shape, and the expression on Yang Zhen's face became more and more solemn.

"Young man, take a break!"

An ordinary old man brought a glass of water and placed it next to Yang Zhen.

The old man had a hunched figure, but his arms were strong and powerful, his eyes were bright and he looked at Yang Zhen with a smile on his face, his eyes full of approval.

Yang Zhen wiped his sweat, drank up the water, and showed a bright smile on his face. He said without turning his head: "Master, I will take a rest after I finish hammering this piece of star iron."

The sweetly sleeping cat next to them looked up at the two of them drowsily and uttered a crisp "Meow!"

The master blacksmith is an ordinary blacksmith on this street. He has been working as a blacksmith all his life and has mastered the craft to perfection. Yang Zhen, on the other hand, understands everything very quickly. These past few days, the two of them have been getting along like a grandfather and grandson in their old home in the countryside.

The master chef stopped all business, and Yang Zhen seemed to have forgotten about the Emperor Donghuang.

Yang Zhen wiped his sweat and asked in surprise: "How did the master know?"

The master chef laughed and pointed at the huge hammer, saying, "I am blind, but I am not blind. This hammer is the heaviest here. The strongest guy on the whole street can't swing it 20 times at a time, but you swung it for the whole morning. Ordinary people can't do it."

Yang Zhen was stunned, then smiled and said, "Master, you have a good eye, but don't worry, I am just interested in blacksmithing, I have no other ideas."

The master chef said with a smile: "I'm relieved. On Wanhua Island, we mortals are the safest. As long as Gu Lao is alive, our lives will be guaranteed. But... why are you interested in mortal iron?"

"Ordinary iron?" Yang Zhen was stunned, then smiled and shook his head and said, "If it doesn't move, it's ordinary. If it moves, it's immortal. Master, is this hammer an ordinary object?"

"Of course!" The master chef looked at Yang Zhen puzzledly and replied.

Yang Zhen suddenly took a deep breath, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, picked up the hammer and said: "But I feel a trace of the purest energy in the world from it!"

"What?" The master chef was surprised. He walked forward and took the hammer from Yang Zhen's hand. His eyes softened immediately. He stroked every part of the hammer with his calloused hands, just like a young man stroking his lover's smooth skin, and muttered to himself: "This hammer has been with me all my life. It is just an ordinary hammer."

Yang Zhen smiled and said nothing more, but instead fixed his gaze on the master chef's face. This hammer was indeed an ordinary object, yet ordinary and extraordinary.

The master chef is on his deathbed, his body has long been hollowed out. If this continues, he will surely be dead within a year.

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Life is unpredictable. Once a person's vitality begins to slip away, even the greatest emperor in the world can do nothing about it.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's whole body shook violently, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he immediately immersed his mind in the spiritual sea space.

Under the starry sky, in the river of spiritual consciousness, on an island, a small sapling with only two leaves suddenly burst out with a tremendous green light, which filled the entire spiritual space in the blink of an eye. Yang Zhen was startled and thought something had happened.

This small sapling has been in a dormant state ever since it took root and sprouted in Yang Zhen's spiritual space, just constantly absorbing energy from heaven and earth and growing slowly.

It is really unbelievable that the sapling, which has not changed for such a long time, now bursts out with such a terrifying green light.

The next moment, a terrifying vitality burst out from Yang Zhen's body. Rays of emerald green light lingered on Yang Zhen, shocking the mean cat so much that the hair on its tail stood up. It jumped three feet high, and stared at Yang Zhen with a "Fuck!"

Buzz! In the sea of ​​consciousness, a terrifying vitality exploded, rolling like a vast ocean, flowing wildly in Yang Zhen's spiritual space, and in the blink of an eye it filled the meridians of the whole body.

Under this terrifying vitality, Yang Zhen subconsciously came to the master chef and reached out to hold the master chef's two rough hands.

The mean cat also hurriedly came to Yang Zhen's side, hugged Yang Zhen's thighs tightly with its four legs, rubbed its head on his legs, squinted its eyes and snored comfortably.

A trace of vitality lingered between the two people and the cat. Yang Zhen and the cheap cat were fine, but the changes in the master chef were a bit shocking.

The mean cat seemed to sense something, his whole body trembled, he looked up at the master chef, and muttered to himself in horror: "Damn, how many good things does this kid have? He can make such a big noise just by forging iron. He really can't even keep a low profile."

At this moment, the master chef suddenly let out a painful groan. The man and the cat were both startled and hurriedly left the master chef, looking over with worried looks on their faces.

(End of this chapter)