But the ball of light that Yang Zhen suddenly created was too big and too bright, and no one could dodge it in time.

Especially those cultivators who had opened their eyes wide because of the dim environment, wanting to see clearly how many stars of power Yang Zhen had encountered, screamed and covered their eyes.

"Asshole, this shameless guy Yang Zhen must have done it on purpose. How could anyone encounter such a terrifying starlight? This... is even more terrifying than the light of the ten stars."

"There should be a limit to lying, okay? The starlight is so bright, could it be that you have obtained a god-level skill?"

A group of people complained continuously, staring at Yang Zhen fiercely, wishing they could beat Yang Zhen to death.

Princess Changyang saw Yang Zhen blinking furtively in advance, and closed her eyes first. Even so, she was still startled. She looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and asked: "Mr. Yang... Young Master Yang, is the starlight you saw really like this?"

Before Yang Zhen nodded, Zhang Zongjin next to him snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "What nonsense! If he can see such starlight, what does it matter if I, Zhang Zongjin, cannot break through the foundation-building stage in my lifetime?"

Yang Zhen was delighted to hear this. He looked at Zhang Zongjin meaningfully and said, "Brother, have you ever heard of this saying?"

"What?" Zhang Zongji sneered. The Light of Ten Stars is the most powerful inheritance in the Monument of Enlightenment. So many people throughout the ages have successfully comprehended it, but no one has been able to surpass the Light of Ten Stars.

Yang Zhen saw such a large group of starlight? Zhang Zongjin had a million confidences that Yang Zhen, this bastard, was talking nonsense.

Yang Zhen was amazed and looked Zhang Zongjin up and down. "There's a saying that goes, 'Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven.' I hope your inner demons become more fierce. It would be good if you stay in the foundation-building stage in this life, so that you won't suffer a great loss in the future with your IQ."

"You..." Zhang Zongjim's face turned pale, he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Obviously, he had realized that he would not gain any advantage by arguing with this guy Yang Zhen.

Zhang Zongjim wanted to say something, but Su Qingyu and Fang Shenhe suddenly walked past him and came to Yang Zhen, looking at him with strange expressions.

Yang Zhen's face changed, and he moved away from Fang Shenhe, almost leaning close to Su Qingyu, staring at Fang Shenhe with great vigilance: "What are you doing? Don't look at me like that. I don't like men!"

Fang Shenhe wanted to speak, but was choked by Yang Zhen's words and started coughing violently. He glared at Yang Zhen speechlessly.

There is something wrong with this kid!

Seeing Fang Shenhe's effeminate look, Yang Zhen's expression changed again, and he moved closer to Su Qingyu again. The distance between them was less than a punch at this time.

Su Qingyu has a fragrance like orchid. Unlike Princess Changyang who is as delicate as a rose, Su Qingyu's beauty is refreshing.

Maybe it was because Yang Zhen was too close to her, Su Qingyu was a little uncomfortable. Her body was stiff in place. She took a small step back unnoticeably, then looked at Yang Zhen with a smile.

Yang Zhen couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Among these so-called geniuses of the big sects, the men were far inferior to the women.

Princess Changyang is very approachable. Although she always keeps her distance, she is the easiest to trust. And Su Qingyu is able to grasp a man's mind just right. This small step will neither make her too embarrassed nor lose face in public for Yang Zhen.

Su Qingyu looked at Yang Zhen for a long time before she slowly said, "Although what Young Master Yang said is a bit exaggerated, it is impossible."

Princess Changyang cried out, as if she had just remembered something, and said in surprise, "Sister Su, are you talking about the legend of the Enlightenment Monument?"

Su Qingyu nodded and said, "Because no one has been able to trigger that existence for such a long time, people may have forgotten the legend now. If what Master Zhang said is true, then the starlight he encountered in the Enlightenment Monument is most likely that legend."

"What?"

“How is it possible? According to that legend, how could Yang Zhen have such a high talent? No, this must be a lie...Haha, I’m not crazy, this is all fake, you are all fake, you are all my inner demons, Master, help me, ah ah ah…”

Zhang Zongjim ran away in a daze, stumbling all the way but running very fast. His fellow disciples chased after him but actually lost him.

Yang Zhen was amazed and confused by Su Qingyu's words. He asked, "What legend?"

Su Qingyu said in a deep voice: "Legend has it that in addition to the inheritance below the Saint level, there is also a connection to the Heavenly Dao in the Enlightenment Monument. Only the rare talents favored by the Heaven in the world can touch it. If you really saw it so brightly... Wait, you saw it, but didn't get it?"

Yang Zhen waved his hands, and the boss said regretfully: "That thing was too fast like a meteor. I tried to grab it, but I couldn't catch it."

Hiss! The people around him all took a deep breath and looked at Yang Zhen with pity, but no matter how you looked at him, he seemed to be gloating over his misfortune.

Su Qingyu was also stunned, revealing a look of disappointment. She shook her head and said, "That's a pity. These secret treasures are all what the world dreams of. It is said that the lowest level of skills is Saint-level skills, and there are even God-level skills and even forbidden skills!"

Saint-level skills, god-level skills, forbidden techniques!

When Su Qingyu spoke these three names, the people around her took a breath every time she spoke a name, and their eyes turned more pity on Yang Zhen.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

This unfortunate child actually let these things slip away right under his nose. He must be regretting it now.

If any of these things were to spread to the world of cultivation, it would probably cause a stir among the major sects. How could Yang Zhen just let it slip away?

Yang Zhen didn't feel sorry for them, but the hearts of the people around him ached.

"That can't be helped. If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed. Maybe those secret treasures were never meant to belong to me."

Yang Zhen looked into Su Qingyu's eyes and said with a look of melancholy and loneliness.

"If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed." Su Qingyu murmured to herself, with a gleam in her eyes. She looked at Yang Zhen and said, "Young Master Yang has a very high level of awareness. Although it's a pity, as you said, maybe it's not the time for those secret treasures to be revealed yet."

At this point, Su Qingyu looked at Yang Zhen deeply, with a hint of smile between her brows: "After a conversation with you, I realized that your state of mind is even higher than ours. I am so lucky. Qingyu feels like we met too late."

"Not too late, not too late!" Yang Zhen was so happy that he said quickly, "It is said that it takes ten years to build a relationship and a hundred years to share a pillow. We still have plenty of time to have in-depth exchanges in the future. How about I treat Miss Whisper to spicy hot pot tonight?"

Su Qingyu's eyes suddenly burst into light and she stared at Yang Zhen blankly.

Yang Zhen thought Su Qingyu was moved by his spicy hot pot, and was about to take advantage of the situation to rob, uh, just about to take advantage of the situation to chase, when he heard Su Qingyu say: "Ten years of cultivation to be able to cross the same boat, a hundred years of cultivation to be able to... sleep on the same pillow, Mr. Yang's literary talent is brilliant, could it be related to Buddhism? What is spicy hot pot?"

Seeing Su Qingyu's blushing face, Yang Zhen felt very proud. As expected, the profound and wise sayings from our blue planet are the most practical.

Listening to Su Qingyu and Yang Zhen having a great time asking and answering each other, the men around them almost dislocated their jaws.

Fang Shenhe coughed lightly: "You two, let's discuss how to get out of here, shall we?"

(End of this chapter)