Chapter 35  : Chapter 035: Break the Formation with One Finger

Someone learned the art of the Turtle Shell from the Xuanli chapter of the Heavenly Book, and with it, he established Turtle Serpent Island, a Great Sect with a significant reputation in the Nether Sun Country — even more ancient than the heritage of the Shangyuan Sect.

And Yang Zhen now possessed a complete Xuanli chapter. If word got out, wouldn’t all the practitioners in the world hunt him down?

“Lay low, lay low, I need to lay low!” mumbled Yang Zhen as he sat down to one side.

Su Qingyu gave Yang Zhen a puzzled look and sat down beside him, “What are you talking about, Young Master Yang?”

Yang Zhen shook his head and replied, “Nothing much. Just recalling how our village idiot, Second Dog, used to ramble all day about some mystic nonsense that seems related to this formation. Let me think and don’t disturb me.”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the anxious crowd almost rushed over to kick Yang Zhen.

Others would wait for an opportunity to exchange a word with Su Qingyu, hoping she would keep talking to them. But there was Yang Zhen, asking Su Qingyu not to disturb him while he contemplated the ravings of their village idiot, Second Dog! That’s exactly why he could never win over a beauty like Su Qingyu.

Yang Zhen ignored the red-faced and swollen-necks around him and immersed himself completely into the profound depths of the Xuanli chapter’s formations.

Innumerable formation knowledge flowed into his heart. The obscure and profound principles of each formation, the ingenious and spectacular wonders, suddenly illuminated Yang Zhen’s mind, as if a door had been opened to welcome him into a vast world.

Boom!

The Heavenly Book’s Xuanli chapter suddenly exploded, transforming into countless gold specks, fully fusing into Yang Zhen’s body.

With Yang Zhen’s talent, just a single read through of the Heavenly Book’s Xuanli chapter had deeply engraved it in his mind. All that remained was for him to carefully ponder it over and understand it thoroughly. The disappearance of the Heavenly Book’s Xuanli chapter left Yang Zhen with a sense of unfinished business. He sighed with emotion. Indeed, the principles of the universe were boundless.

“Young Master Yang, can’t you figure out how to break the formation?” Su Qingyu asked quietly beside Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen glanced at Fan Shenhe, who was still profusely sweating and struggling with the formation. His expression was rather odd. He was about to say something when Fan Shenhe’s voice was heard.

“Miss Su worries too much. I, Fan, may be lacking, but I do have some achievement in the field of formations. The formation of the Enlightenment Monument is incredibly profound and ever-changing. One slight mistake could trigger a backlash and change from the formations, turning the life gate into a death gate. It would be trouble for all of us then.”

Fan Shenhe’s words carried a sense of pride, seemingly unhappy with Su Qingyu. Did he, a proud successor of the formidable Turtle Serpent Island, seem less competent in Su Qingyu’s eyes than a boorish Yang Zhen? Su Qingyu furrowed her brows about to explain when Yang Zhen suddenly stood up and walked towards Fan Shenhe.

“Yang Zhen, what are you trying to do?” A disciple of the Donglin Sect immediately blocked Yang Zhen’s path.

Everyone was well aware of Yang Zhen’s shameless personality. With his vengeful character, he could easily beat Fan Shenhe into insanity like Zhang Zongjin after a brief disagreement.

However, at this point, no one would allow Yang Zhen to lay a finger on Fan Shenhe. If Fan Shenhe was driven insane, how could they escape?

For a moment, everyone’s faces changed rapidly as they obstructed Yang Zhen’s path, vowing to stop him if he made a move.

“Yang Zhen, stop it. We won’t let you hurt Master Fan.”

“Yes, Yang Zhen, we can settle any grudges after we get out. If something happens to Master Fan, do you plan to die here?”

Princess Changyang and Su Qingyu exchanged glances, both wanting to say something but holding back.

Yang Zhen sneered, stood in front of the Donglin Sect disciples and said, “Move!”

Whoosh!

Members of the Donglin Sect instinctively cleared a path, their faces turning ugly. They stubbornly retorted, “Yang Zhen, don’t be reckless!”

“You say one thing but your body says another.”

Yang Zhen walked up to Fan Shenhe, kicked his leg, and said, “Move!”

“Yang Zhen!” Fang Shenhe was kicked by Yang Zhen and nearly fell flat on the ground. Once he had regained his balance, he roared at Yang Zhen in fury, “What are you trying to do?”

The surrounding crowd all took in a sharp breath. There it was, the enmity between Yang Zhen and Zhang Zongjin; it all started with Yang Zhen kicking Zhang Zongjin one time before.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with weird expressions. As they looked at each other in bewilderment, they all crowded around Yang Zhen. Although Yang Zhen was known for his tendency to hold grudges, no one wanted to offend him. However, at that point, it was clear that everyone would not let any conflict arise between Yang Zhen and Fang Shenhe.

Yang Zhen glanced at the crowd, “I can’t believe how you all have lived to this age. If it were me, I would’ve lost face to live by now. You all get so nervous over such a simple enchantment formation.”

What?

The crowd was stunned. Simple?

Fang Shenhe’s handsome face suddenly turned ashen. He pointed at Yang Zhen and said, “Yang Zhen, you’ve gone too far. There’s a limit to your audacity. On what basis can you say this enchantment formation is simple? Do you know how intricate and complex???? ” What?”

Wham!

As Fang Shenhe was berating Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen stretched out his hand and tapped on the ground at a certain spot. A series of chain reactions instantly appeared on the ground. Like a rising tide, the entire formation seemed to retreat rapidly in all directions from the spot on the ground where Yang Zhen had tapped. In no time, the sky above cleared up again, and everyone was standing on the green grass next to the enlightenment monument; they were just looking around in bewilderment, their mouths ajar in astonishment.

This… what…

Everyone was looking around in confusion, their mouths wide open in amazement.

Su Qingyu and Princess Changyang stared at Yang Zhen, dumbfounded. They then turned their gazes onto Fang Shenhe simultaneously.

Fang Shenhe’s face was pale and his eyes were wide as he stared at Yang Zhen in disbelief, mumbling, “No, this isn’t possible… how is this possible?”

Yang Zhen winked at Princess Changyang and Su Qingyu, asking, “Is there any other event scheduled for this Nether State Convention?”

“No… there’s none left!” Princess Changyang and Su Qingyu responded in unison, their faces expressionless.

Not far from the Enlightenment Monument, on a mountain peak, stood several grand pavilions. Amid the swirling immortal mist, there were bridges over flowing streams and the sound of dripping water echoed.

Inside a tall pavilion, two old men were locked in an unyielding staring contest.

“Luo Yan, you old fool, are you dead set on contending against my Wuyue Sect this time?” The old man in black narrowed his eyes, speaking word by word.

The white-clothed old man referred to as Luo Yan snorted coldly, staring unwaveringly at the old man in black, “Duanqing, you and your Dangu Lake have been contending against my Wuyue Sect for a lifetime. One more time won’t make a difference, will it?”

A group of people around them watched the two old men with schadenfreude, then looked sympathetically at a little old man with a grim expression.

“Duanqing, Luo Yan. You two old men are considering taking on that scoundrel, Yang Zhen, in front of me. Don’t you regard my Doulin Sect at all?”

“Shut up!”

Duanqing and Luo Yan turned their heads simultaneously, yelling in unison.

Some heads of the Great Sects around them barely held in their laughter, the biggest loser throughout the Nether State Convention, was undoubtedly the Doulin Sect. Zhang Zongjin, the pride of Doulin Sect, was so enraged by Yang Zhen that he had a mental breakdown and was still missing at that point.

Duanqing and Luo Yan glanced at each other, then simultaneously turned their gaze to Yang Zhen, who was standing beside the Enlightenment Monument.

“This Yang Zhen, is mine to claim for Dangu Lake!”

“This Yang Zhen, is mine to claim for Wuyue Sect!”