After hearing Yang Zhen's scolding, the mean cat felt a chill all over his body, and his fur stood up. A small piece of golden stuff fell from under his tail and fell into the gold-panning wooden box with a plop.
After that, the mean cat shuddered all over, and its tail swooshed over its butt. It turned around and glared at Yang Zhen angrily: "Damn it, kid, why are you yelling? Do you want to scare me to death so that you can take away my feces that I have treasured for many years?"
The corners of Yang Zhen's mouth twitched, and he stared at the mean cat in amazement. After seeing the mean cat's expression, he became furious: "Have you ever seen feces hidden in a secret vault? You can even come up with such a bad idea. How do I know such a vulgar idiot like you?"
The mean cat laughed strangely and said with a smug look on his face: "What do you know? The feces that I have collected for many years are of many uses. They are not inferior to the broken Dao essence you left behind."
Yang Zhen pinched his nose in doubt and said, "What's that smell? Cover it up quickly. How many years have you been holding back your shit?"
The mean cat closed the box reluctantly, curled his lips and said proudly: "Not too long, probably a few thousand years."
Yang Zhen: “…”
"Boy, think about it quickly, what else could be left behind? How could the inheritance of the great Emperor Donghuang and the secret treasure of the East Sea Pirate King only leave such a small thing?"
Yang Zhen glared at the mean cat in annoyance and said, "No need. The Emperor of the East Wasteland did leave some things here."
"Left it behind?" The mean cat looked at the huge bronze furnace in front of Yang Zhen with a bewildered look on his face and asked, "This thing? Aren't you going to take it with you? After all, it was something used by the emperor, so it should be very valuable."
Yang Zhen said with a painful look on his face: "I want to take it too, but this thing seems to be connected to the earth veins here. I was almost tricked by that bastard Emperor Donghuang just now!"
After saying that, Yang Zhen pointed at his face and said with a look of grief and indignation: "Look, look, I was in the Nascent Soul stage, but he almost pushed me to the Void Training stage. Who can I go to for justice? Do you think that the Emperor of the East Wasteland has nothing better to do than to come up with such a thing that brings disaster to the country and the people?"
"Eh?" The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen in doubt and cursed, "Don't be so ungrateful. If you don't want to improve your cultivation, let me do it. How could you reject such a good opportunity?"
As the mean cat spoke, he ran to the alchemy furnace and jumped in.
Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "Who wants this thing? If I want to improve my realm, can I do it myself? The foundation of the true essence obtained in this way is not stable. Whoever wants it can have it, but I don't want it anyway."
The furnace was silent. Yang Zhen was surprised and kicked it with his foot, making a clanging sound. "Bitch cat, are you still alive?"
Yang Zhen listened for a while, but there was still no movement inside. He climbed up to the furnace and looked down, and was immediately happy.
The mean cat lay in the alchemy furnace with a look of grief and indignation on his face. Not only was there no raging fire energy, there wasn't even a small flame.
Yang Zhen jumped in unbelievingly, but there was still no change in the furnace.
Seeing the embarrassed expression on the face of the mean cat, Yang Zhen laughed and said, "Maybe... this thing is disposable?"
The mean cat rushed towards Yang Zhen and said, "Damn it, I'm going to fight you, you loser."
"Grass!"
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, boy, let go!"
"Are you convinced?"
"I submit, my heart and my mouth. My whole body and my hair submit!"
…
On Wanhua Island, on the coast of the East China Sea, thousands of monks gathered together, all looking at the turbulent East China Sea.
"Where on earth did Yang Zhen go? Half a month has passed and there is still no news."
"Will he run away after receiving the inheritance from the Great Emperor of the East Desert?"
"Now so many people are waiting for Yang Zhen. This is truly an unprecedented event. Even the true descendant of the Emperor of the East Wasteland has been waiting here for several days. Do you think Yang Zhen will be qualified to fight Ye Zhiming after he comes out?"
"What a joke!" Someone sneered, "Ye Zhiming is a powerful person in the Shenyou period. He is even more powerful than Elder Yang who was killed by Yang Zhen and Elder Quan who was beaten up by the leader of the Sea Dragon Clan. Although Yang Zhen is a lowly person, how can he compare with Ye Zhiming?"
"That's right. I heard that Ye Zhiming is a person who entered the Spiritual Road and came out alive. You can imagine how powerful and profound his background is."
"What? Someone from the Spiritual Road?"
Hearing the word Linglu, everyone around gasped, their expressions horrified, their eyes flickering as they looked at the proud young man in white not far away.
Next to the white-clothed young man Ye Zhiming, Bai Xuan, Hua Youyue and others stood in plain clothes. There were no cultivators around them, which showed their status and position.
"Yang Zhen should be back, right?" Ye Zhiming looked at the magnificent East China Sea with curiosity. His face showed an expression that was inconsistent with his rumored temperament, and his neck was stretched.
Bai Xuan sneered and said, "Don't you want to maintain the arrogant attitude of the heir of the Eastern Wasteland?"
"Ahem!" Ye Zhiming coughed dryly and said, "I relax sometimes."
Hua Youyue looked indifferent, as if she didn't hear the conversation between Ye Zhiming and Bai Xuan.
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Bai Xuan and Ye Zhiming looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
When had the world's most talented Hua Lingnu ever shown such an expression? The two of them became more and more curious. What was so special about Yang Zhen that Hua Youyue paid so much attention to him? At this time, Bai Xuan and Ye Zhiming's faces changed at the same time, and they frowned and looked towards the northwest.
A young man came riding a sword, and a terrifying black air rolled like thunder, covering the sky and the sun, dragging out a series of horrifying celestial phenomena that were difficult to look at.
As the young man got closer, the true energy in the air began to condense, revealing a solemnity and murderous intent.
"Gu Langyun!"
Bai Xuan and Ye Zhiming's faces changed at the same time, and they uttered a name in unison.
The young man was dressed in black, looking as aloof as a snake, with a sinister look on his face, especially his eyes which were devoid of any emotion. Wherever they passed by, everyone's heart was trembling.
All the cultivators on the East Coast looked at Gu Langyun in amazement, with an expression of disbelief in their eyes.
"My God, who is this young man? His cultivation is even stronger than Ye Zhiming's!"
"This murderous aura is so chilling that it's as if it were real. How many people must he have killed to be so horrifying?"
"Not only that, the long sword under the feet of this young man actually has an extremely violent aura, and it is very likely to be a holy-level spiritual treasure!"
"What? A Saint-level spiritual treasure? What is the origin of this young man?"
…
A group of people were shocked and looked at the young man who was shooting towards them from mid-air in amazement, their faces changing continuously.
The young man seemed not to notice the gazes of the crowd and casually glanced at everyone. When his eyes fell on Hua Youyue, an extremely sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was playful and excited, almost pathological.
"Flower Spirit Girl, I finally found you!"
(End of this chapter)