Wang Meiling also looked at Jianmao in surprise, and said again with a smile: "It's Master Su!"

A look of doubt and uncertainty flashed across Jianmao's eyes. He stared at Wang Meiling and pondered for a moment, then muttered to himself, "Master, I didn't expect that there are still people practicing Xingyansu!"

Yang Zhen was confused and asked curiously, "Who is Master Su? Why do you look so surprised?"

The mean cat curled his lips and did not answer the question, but looked at Wang Meiling with great interest.

Wang Meiling looked at Jianmao deeply and explained to Yang Zhen, "Sushi is an extremely rare way of cultivation. It is good at deducing the stars and numbers. It is said that the Sushi master can see ten thousand years at a glance and see through the past and the future."

Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the mean cat in doubt and asked, "Is it really that weird?"

The mean cat laughed strangely and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know. I haven't seen any of them who have become emperors through magic, so how can I know whether they can see for a thousand years at a glance?"

Yang Zhen stared at Bian Mao suspiciously. He didn't know why, but he felt more and more that Bian Mao might be from a prominent family. His current state might be because he had lived too long and his brain was crazy.

However, Yang Zhen was really surprised by the existence of such a powerful profession in this world, who could see through a thousand years with one glance. Doesn't that mean that the changes in the world are just a matter of a moment in their eyes? Seeing Yang Zhen's bewildered face, the mean cat curled his lips and said, "Boy, don't be obsessed. Let's not talk about whether those great emperors of the Su Shu can see through a thousand years with one glance. Even if they can, this ability shouldn't surprise you like this. You know, the legendary emperors can live for more than ten thousand years."

After hearing what Jianmao said, Yang Zhen suddenly realized that this was the case. He was indeed crazy just now and applied the concept of time on the blue planet here.

If a person who could see through thousands of years and countless changes in the world suddenly appeared on Earth, it would be terrifying.

It's different here. Yang Zhen doubts that this bastard Jianmao may also be able to achieve "seeing a thousand years at a glance". Although this guy doesn't have this skill, he may really have lived for ten thousand years.

The longer the time goes, the more eternal mysteries it leaves behind.

On such a small planet, there are countless mysteries that future generations are eager to explore, let alone here.

After figuring this out, Yang Zhen's consciousness regained clarity.

"Huh?"

Two light exclamations were heard at the same time, and Jianmao and Wang Meiling both looked at Yang Zhen in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

The mean cat did not answer this question, but Wang Meiling smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, I didn't agree with Master Su's words at first, until I met you, I felt more and more that Master Su's words were very correct."

Yang Zhen blinked and asked, "Am I a person with great luck?"

Wang Meiling nodded.

The mean cat looked Yang Zhen up and down, wondering what he was up to.

Now Yang Zhen was also somewhat curious about his luck. Thinking about it now, his luck seemed to be pretty good all along, but he just had a lot of troubles. Was this... also called a person with great luck? Thinking of this, Yang Zhen began to doubt whether this Master Su was a charlatan. If his so-called "great luck" was not because he was too talented, he would have died several times. Was great luck with constant troubles also called great luck? Yang Zhen suddenly remembered Wang Meiling's original intention and asked curiously, "By the way, what exactly do you want to do with me?"

Hearing this, Wang Meiling took a deep breath and said, "I want you to go to Hailongchi with us!"

During this period, Yang Zhen's ears were almost entirely filled with topics such as the Sea Dragon Pond and the Great Emperor's Monument.

In the Hailong Pool, there is a huge stone tablet. It is said that the Emperor Donghuang once sat in front of the stone tablet for a while. There is a trace of the breath of the earth on it, which has attracted countless people to flock to it, all of whom want to gain some insights from it.

But as the years passed, many cultivators had not realized anything, let alone the emperor's knowledge. The enthusiasm of many people was worn out.

The imperial mark of Emperor Donghuang appeared. Although it was only a flash in the pan, many people still saw it with their own eyes. It was on the emperor's monument. It looked like blood was flowing in it, revealing an extremely mysterious aura.

It is said that all cultivators who saw Emperor Hen of the Eastern Desert, no matter what their cultivation level was, slept for three days before waking up.

What is strange is that after waking up, these people could not remember anything about the stone tablet except being able to draw a crooked imperial mark based on their memory.

If these people had not drawn the Earth Emperor's Mark at different times and places, everyone would have thought they were lying.

After many attempts to verify the facts failed, Wanhua Island in the East China Sea this time also attracted more and more cultivators, and it has been bustling ever since.

Yang Zhen was confused when he heard this. These people were really interesting. An emperor who couldn't remember or comprehend anything, a stone tablet where the emperor had sat, and people were all rushing over here like flies smelling egg cracks. How boring was this? If Yang Zhen didn't have this weird emperor mark on him, Yang Zhen wouldn't even be interested in coming.

Yang Zhen looked at Wang Meiling with a strange expression and asked, "What do I need to do to follow you?"

Wang Meiling seemed to sense Yang Zhen's change in attitude. She chuckled and said, "You don't have to do anything. Just follow us. When the time comes, you can also participate in the opportunities and fortunes that come your way."

Yang Zhen was stunned. This woman treated him as a mascot.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Zhen curled his lips and asked, "Is this Eastern Desolate Great Emperor really that magical? He can leave behind the aura of the Great Emperor just by sitting next to a stone. Can he also comprehend something?"

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To be honest, Yang Zhen was not very interested in this kind of legend. Up to now, he just wanted to figure out what the emperor mark on his body was.

Wang Meiling was stunned when she heard this, and hesitated to speak. The mean cat beside her laughed loudly and sneered, "Boy, don't look down on the Great Emperor. Let alone meditating next to a stone, even if he farts there, it will take you ten or eight years to meditate."

"Damn it, could you please not speak so vulgarly?" Yang Zhen said unhappily.

The mean cat laughed strangely and said, "My words are a little blunt but true. Don't disbelieve me. If Master Su really thinks highly of you and says that you have great luck, I think it would be better for you to go to the Sea Dragon Pond. Maybe you will get lucky and comprehend some unique skills."

"What is the unique skill?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

The mean cat rolled his eyes, smiled meaningfully, and said slowly: "There is a kind of martial arts that transcends any grade classification in the world. This kind of thing is a unique skill in the hands of ordinary cultivators, a magical power in the hands of saints, and in the eyes of the emperor-level strong... it is an imperial technique!"

Oh my, hearing this, Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up. If there really is such a "unique skill" as Jianmao said, it would be a "big move".

Now that I think about it, he really doesn't have any special moves. No wonder he always feels so awkward during fights.

Can the fart of the Great Emperor really allow ordinary cultivators to comprehend for ten or eight years? Thinking of this, Yang Zhen laughed strangely and said with interest: "Maybe the Emperor Mark was really created by the fart of the Great Emperor of the East Desert."

The mean cat was stunned, and then he laughed strangely, looking at Yang Zhen and said, "In your last life, or the life before that, or the life before that, could it be that you were also killed by a fart from the Emperor of the East Desert?"

"Damn it, don't run!"

"Help! Someone who was killed by a fart is abusing small animals!"

…

In the grove, Wang Meiling was shocked and looked at Yang Zhen and the mean cat who were getting farther and farther away with horror.

(End of this chapter)