All the cultivators who came to participate in the Youzhou Conference, whether they were disciples of small sects or those independent cultivators, hoped to perform well and be noticed by the five major sects to be accepted as disciples.
Everyone is trying their best to show their potential and talents, so that even if any of the five major sects takes a fancy to them, they can get what they want.
Yang Zhen was unexpectedly noticed by the five major sects at once. Although there were some frictions with the Donglin Sect, it was harmless. There is no sect without conflicts among disciples.
Even Zhang Zongji, for the sake of recruiting talents for the sect, had to swallow the grudge between him and Yang Zhen. If other elders of the sect knew that Zhang Zongji had caused the sect to lose such a talented disciple as Yang Zhen because of some conflicts, I am afraid that Zhang Zongji would not have a good ending.
This is also the reason why, although Ma Dexing was angry, he did not make things too difficult for Yang Zhen after he found out that Zhang Zongjin was poisoned by Duan Langcai.
All the disciples from small sects and independent practitioners present had just shown a little envious expression when they heard Yang Zhen's words that he didn't want to choose any of them. They were so stunned that they almost bit their tongues.
Luo Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Zhen with a smile: "Can you tell me why?"
Duan Qing also took a deep breath, looked at Yang Zhen and asked: "Yang Zhen, you have to know that the higher the level of cultivation, the greater the demand for resources and high-level techniques. If you don't have a good sect, your future cultivation will definitely be as difficult as ascending to heaven."
Everyone couldn't help but nod and looked at Yang Zhen with confusion.
Ma Dexing's face was also full of weirdness. He snorted and looked at Luo Yan and Duan Qing with some gloating.
The two old guys tried every possible means to fight for Yang Zhen, but in the end, no one was chosen. Fortunately, the two old guys were broad-minded and able to keep their composure, and did not change their faces on the spot. If it were someone else, Yang Zhen would have been so ungrateful and would have taught him a lesson long ago.
Yang Zhen smiled at the two of them and said, "Well... I'm used to being free and I'm not used to being bound by anything. Although a large sect is good, it's not really suitable for me."
Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present almost vomited blood.
How can you, a disciple of a small sect, talk about freedom with everyone else? Isn't that nonsense?
Although there are many rules in a large sect, the disciples who enter it are relatively freer than those in a small sect, so how can there be any restriction? In fact, Yang Zhen was also very helpless. His situation was quite special. His talent was so high that no matter what kind of martial arts he had, he could improve it to the maximum level and quality of the martial arts.
If the Dayan Wind-Thunder Sword and the Three-Element Ghost Shadow Sword were not restricted by martial arts and could only be upgraded to the Heavenly Level, Yang Zhen estimated that he could push these two martial arts directly to the Saint Level.
In this way, if Yang Zhen joined one of the five major sects, he would not be able to practice the skills and martial arts of that sect at all, otherwise he would be exposed as soon as he used them.
Once Yang Zhen's ability is discovered, even those ancestors who have long passed away would not be able to hold back their coffin lids and would crawl out to catch Yang Zhen.
It’s too dangerous. Yang Zhen would never join any sect even if he were beaten to death.
Luo Yan and Duan Qing looked at each other, both looking a little embarrassed. However, thinking about Yang Zhen's talent, they could only sigh and suppress their dissatisfaction. They said in a deep voice: "Yang Zhen, do you want to make a request to us?"
Hiss! The crowd around was suddenly in an uproar.
Others were eager to kneel down and beg the five major sects to accept them as disciples, but Yang Zhen could actually make demands to them. No wonder Yang Zhen said that he was used to freedom and would not believe a ghost from you. He just wanted to raise the price and make some demands.
Comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away. Can people with natural talents and good looks really do whatever they want?
Everyone present felt a little doubtful about life, and Yang Zhen was so angry that he was doubting his life.
“To be honest, it’s not that I look down on the five major sects, it’s just that I have a master now.” Yang Zhen sighed and said with infinite regret: “It was a stormy night, the sky was gloomy, and heavy rain washed away everything…”
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in amazement. They never thought that Yang Zhen could make up stories so easily. So Yang Zhen told the story of how an elusive old master accidentally discovered Yang Zhen, a genius, and cried and shouted that he must take him as his disciple. It was so vivid that people cried when they heard it, and they were moved to tears when they heard it.
"Since... if that's the case, it's really a pity." Luo Yan sighed, feeling a little regretful for not receiving Yang Zhen.
Duan Qing was silent for a moment, and then said, "I wonder when this elusive senior will show up again, so I can pay him a visit."
Yang Zhen laughed and said, "He walks freely between heaven and earth. He likes to travel around and comprehend the way of heaven. His whereabouts are always uncertain. When he appears again, I will inform the two seniors. Oh, the mountains are green and the waters are flowing. Seniors, we will meet again."
After saying that, Yang Zhen didn't wait for anyone to try to stop him. He rushed out of the valley, his speed getting faster and faster, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the valley, a group of people stared at Yang Zhen, who was acting vigorously and decisively. Luo Yan sighed, "What a courageous and decisive boy. He does things with his true nature and without any hesitation. I wonder how he will shine in Youzhou Continent in the future."
"You and I still have some time to live, so we can wait and see!" Duan Qing also nodded with increasing satisfaction the more he looked at it, and said with emotion.
Ma Dexing's face was as gloomy as water, and he ordered his men to carry Zhang Zongjim to the top of the mountain.
Not long after, a hysterical roar came from the top of the mountain: "Yang! Zhen!"
Everyone was stunned and hurried to the top of the mountain.
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What's going on? Ma Dexing was so angry that he was shouting at the top of his lungs, as if Yang Zhen had stolen his treasure.
The group of people didn't know what was going on. They looked at each other and rushed towards the source of the sound without caring about anything else.
When Yang Zhen heard Ma Dexing's ghostly howling, he shuddered all over and quickened his pace. Oh, it was a good thing he walked fast, because it looked like Zhang Zongji might have woken up.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a conversation sounded from not far away. Yang Zhen's heart moved, and he walked towards the source of the sound. Sure enough, he saw a group of people, four of whom were women, and the remaining six were men.
The one who spoke was one of the women in yellow. Her voice was calm, but it was not difficult to hear the excitement in her words. It seemed like she was talking about something like the Nine-story Demon Tower.
Is there also a nine-story demon tower here?
Yang Zhen was stunned, and approached a few people and asked, "This beautiful lady, what do you mean by the nine-story demon tower you just mentioned?"
Beautiful...young lady?
The woman in yellow was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red when she realized what was happening. She lowered her eyebrows and didn't dare to look Yang Zhen in the face. After a moment, she burst into laughter and glared at Yang Zhen, saying in a bashful and shy tone, "What 'Nine-story Demon Tower'? What nonsense are you talking about, young master?"
Although the woman in yellow was not stunningly beautiful, her every frown and smile revealed a mature charm that made people's heart beat fast.
The six men around looked at Yang Zhen in astonishment, with strange expressions on their faces.
Just one sentence made the strange woman blush, but she was not angry at all. It would have been fine if she wasn't angry, she even smiled. She smiled so happily, and the charm in her glare was simply fatal.
This, this, this... this person, no, where did this monster come from? So powerful!
(End of this chapter)