Chapter 133  : Chapter 133  : Stand Still!

For some reason, when the idea of a fight came to mind, the Golden Pill within Yang Zhen became excited. This excitement caused a bit of a ruckus within him, making Yang Zhen feel like he was about to give birth to his ten-months pregnancy. He felt as if his plump Golden Pill was finally about to hatch into a baby.

Feeling the aura fluctuations of a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner, Yang Zhen didn’t dare to slack off, fearing that his hard-to-find opponent might somehow slip away.

Indeed, as soon as Yang Zhen darted out of the woods, he heard a ‘hehehe’ sound conveying from somewhere. Immediately, his eyes lit up. He climbed up a hillside and locked his gaze onto a middle-aged practitioner half-lying and sticking his butt out, busy with something.

This posture, along with the lascivious laughter, made it clear without a doubt that the scoundrel was harassing innocent women. Yang Zhen sprung forward, and the Thunderbolt Sword in his hand suddenly burst into horrifying thunderous glare, rushing towards the middle-aged practitioner.

“Bastard, leave that woman alone…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Zhen suddenly froze.

The middle-aged practitioner was also dumbfounded, looking at Yang Zhen in the sky with a completely bewildered expression. He was clutching a carrot-shaped plant, gingerly trying to pull it out from the ground.

Seeing that Yang Zhen initiated the fight without utterance, the practitioner exhibited a cautious look, holding his carrot-like plant. His figure abruptly moved, hurrying a distance away. With a casual wave, a horrifying airwave rushed towards Yang Zhen.

“Kid, you want to steal my stuff? You should measure your abilities first!”

Before Yang Zhen could finish his words, he thought this was a heroic rescue, but who would have thought that this damn man squatting on the ground was just pulling out a carrot.

What’s with the lascivious laughter while just pulling out a carrot?

Yang Zhen cut the incoming airwave hurled by the Nascent Soul Stage practitioner with a single sword strike. Pointing his sword at the practitioner, he said, “Leave that carrot alone!”

The practitioner was startled and quickly put the carrot into his storage ring. He pointed his finger at Yang Zhen and said, “Kid, you really plan on stealing the Biluo Root. You’re courting death!”

The middle-aged practitioner released a surge of violent power. His long sword gave a dragon-like roar, and a cyan light transformed into an enormous sword. It swooshed towards Yang Zhen with lightning speed.

A gleam flashed in Yang Zhen’s eyes: “That’s the feeling I want!”

With the terrifying force of a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner pressing upon him, the Golden Pill inside Yang Zhen started to oscillate, the resulting golden glow emitted from it.

Yang Zhen didn’t immediately fight back. Instead, he closed his eyes to feel the changes in his Golden Pill.

If it were any other practitioner at the Golden Core Stage being so bold, they would likely meet with a grim end.

The middle-aged practitioner seemingly couldn’t believe Yang Zhen’s audacity. In the midst of their battle, Yang Zhen actually closed his eyes. With a surprised look, he rushed towards Yang Zhen with a strange speed.

A wild wind blew Yang Zhen’s way that carried an aroma of death. If he didn’t dodge this attack, he would either die or suffer severe injuries.

However, this faint smell of death made Yang Zhen’s Golden Pill go completely wild. It was like a hefty, 300-pound man was running madly.

“Kid, die!”

The middle-aged practitioner drew his sword. It traced a chilling arc, aiming towards Yang Zhen’s neck.

Yang Zhen burst opened his eyes and yelled, “Stop!”

The middle-aged practitioner was so frightened he leaped away, looking at Yang Zhen with an expression of shock and confusion.

Yang Zhen shook his head with regret: “Almost!”

“Kid, you’re teasing me!” The middle-aged practitioner roared in anger, his annoyance turning into fury. The sword hummed, the cyan light intensified, and he charged at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen burst into laughter. He didn’t use any incantation, just his basic martial skills, and began to fight with the middle-aged practitioner.

The battle between them went back and forth. They fought from the land to the sky, then again from the land to the water, neither could get the upper hand.

After a while, the middle-aged practitioner suddenly widened his eyes and yelled, “Stop!”

Yang Zhen, who had been focusing on the changes in his Golden Pill, asked, “What happened?”

“Kid, we have no grudges against each other. I admit that it surprised me that you, a Golden Core Stage practitioner, managed to fight me for so long. But this is pointless, neither of us can kill the other. So, why don’t we stop, okay?”

The middle-aged practitioner coldly stared at Yang Zhen, observing every change in his expression.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “No way, I just want to have fun fighting!”

Whirr!

The Sky Crossing Void Technique made Yang Zhen’s figure elusive, as graceful as an immortal. His sword became more lively and elegant.

The middle-aged practitioner hastily blocked with his sword, furiously exasperated, “Are you sick? This Shanggeng Mirror World is full of countless opportunities, and you’re here playing around?”

Yang Zhen nodded, showing off his martial skills with serious dedication, no longer speaking, utterly focused.

In his anger, the middle-aged practitioner’s Nascent Soul Stage aura suddenly erupted, sneering continuously, “Alright, so we’re having fun, is it? How much true essence could you, a Golden Core Stage practitioner, possibly have? I won’t rest until you’re dead!”

Two hours later!

“Stop, stop hitting… stop hitting!”

The middle-aged practitioner stared at the lively and jumping Yang Zhen, panting heavily as he spoke. The man was on the verge of losing his sanity.

What the hell was going on? How did a Golden Core Stage practitioner have so much true essence?

The middle-aged practitioner was running out of true essence. Yet Yang Zhen was still leaping around, showcasing his martial skills. Not only was there no weakening of the waves of energy emanating from his Thunderbolt Sword, but it was actually getting stronger.

What the hell… What actually happened?

Furthermore, Yang Zhen looked as if he was daydreaming, his eyes were unfocused, but his movement and sword skills became increasingly fierce, leaving the middle-aged practitioner feeling as if he was in a dream.

No more fighting. I can’t go on. If this continues, I’ll literally collapse from exhaustion.

The middle-aged practitioner roared, unleashing a powerful wave of energy, his sword humming. He lunged at Yang Zhen with the air of someone desperate.

As expected, Yang Zhen nimbly dodged the attack.

The middle-aged practitioner turned and fled!

Yang Zhen, who was a hair’s breadth away from working out what the Golden Pill was all about, was momentarily stunned to see the middle-aged practitioner turn and run. This interrupted his train of thought and he took off in hot pursuit, cursing as he went.

“You stand still! What kind of impression does it give if a dignified Nascent Soul Stage practitioner runs away from a fight? How will you ever get by in the Nascent Soul World?”

The middle-aged practitioner stumbled, glared viciously back at Yang Zhen and said, “See if you can catch up, if you do I’ll fight you. Are you out of your mind?”

Yang Zhen let out a “yo” of surprise, he had never backed down from a speed challenge. A terrifying wave of energy erupted from his feet, amid the swirling white clouds, he chased after the middle-aged practitioner.

This chase had Yang Zhen surprised.

Even if the middle-aged practitioner wasn’t a great combatant, his speed was exceptionally quick, and it fluctuated too, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He even managed to swerve to avoid Yang Zhen’s attacks from behind.

“Is this …Snake Skin Movement?”

Yang Zhen cursed as he chased, “Hey, the Nascent Soul Stage practitioner upfront, you dropped your girlfriend!”

“Damn it, stand and fight, coward! What kind of skill is running when you’re losing?”

“Hey, someone! Your mom called you home for dinner!”

The color of the middle-aged practitioner’s face turned from red to a gloomy pallor, ignoring all of Yang Zhen’s taunts, refusing to turn back.

Other practitioners they encountered on the road were utterly baffled, staring blankly at a Golden Core Stage practitioner who was relentlessly pursuing a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner, while throwing insults at him. They looked at each other in total confusion, feeling rather uneasy.

With his throat completely parched from all the yelling, and the middle-aged practitioner not returning any of his insults, and only encountering other Golden Core Stage practitioners, Yang Zhen had lost his temper. He rummaged through his bag and took out a big pile of precious materials.

“Brother! If you come back and fight with me, I’ll give all of these to you, alright?”

Boom!

The faces of all the practitioners present changed simultaneously. They stared at the precious materials in Yang Zhen’s hands, their eyes glowing with desire..