Chapter 338: Chapter 345: Angry or not? Admit defeat or not? (five more updates)
Translator: 549690339
Sanlian Seat looked at the Tribulation Crossing Period Rogue Practitioner with a face of surprise, his expression was gloomy, “Old Man Yao, this is an unresolved issue between the young generations of me and Yang Dingtian. Are you sure you want to intervene?”
Old Man Yao laughed heartily, step by step he walked between Yang Zhen and Sanlian Seat. The terrifying invisible energy around him emitted a humming sound, fiercely colliding with the Tribulation Crossing Period pressure from Sanlian Seat, he scornfully said, “Sanlian Seat, you’re mistaken. This matter is clearly an issue between us Rogue Practitioners and you, Sanlian Seat. How could it be an issue between you and young Yang Zhen?”
Upon hearing this, everybody was taken aback, especially those Rogue Practitioners. Their faces changed in unison, and under exchanged glances, they began to approach from all sides.
Since ancient times, Rogue Practitioners existed everywhere on the mainland. Their enduring existence isn’t because their cultivation was extraordinarily powerful and not subjected to any major forces. Instead, it was because they were actually more unified than some Practitioners of major forces.
Nowadays, many Great Sects like the Beigu Institute found dealing with these Rogue Practitioners a major headache. The Rogue Practitioners seem to be disorganized, but once they have moral superiority and good personal relationship, they can gather an army with one call. Moreover, they are all fearless and terribly hard to deal with.
Even if these major forces were resolute in striking back, these people turn from a united force back to individuals instantly, busy with petty thefts and ambushes every day, often making the disciples of these major forces afraid to leave their base.
This is the actual reason these Rogue Practitioners don’t fear the Great Sects.
If they can’t fight, can’t they run?
Seeing Old Man Yao stepping forward, Sanlian Seat’s face also showed a solemn expression. He stared closely at Old Man Yao until those Rogue Practitioners began to approach. Sanlian Seat finally took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Old Man Yao, You sure you want to do this?”
Old Man Yao laughed heartily and shook his head saying, “It’s not about what I want to do. It’s determined by the consensus among these Rogue Practitioners. If you touch young Yang Zhen at this moment, who knows if these Rogue Practitioner companions behind me can control themselves.”
All the people from the Beigu Institute stood beside Sanlian Seat, staring coldly at the group of Rogue Practitioners who were approaching.
The atmosphere was extremely tense!
Amongst this group of Rogue Practitioners… there were several strong people from the Tribulation Crossing Period.
The Old Palace Master and Palace Master Liu looked at each other, both showing some surprise. Especially the Old Palace Master, he silently nodded at Palace Master Liu.
Palace Master Liu chuckled lightly, stood up and stood next to Yang Zhen, and said to Sanlian Seat, “The Beigu Institute’s Seat is highly respected, please think it over.”
Hearing this, everyone was at a loss for words, looking uncertainly at Palace Master Liu who stood next to Yang Zhen.
Especially those Rogue Practitioners who were swarming up, they were all bright-eyed and more emboldened, seeming to view the Seat of the Beigu Institute as nothing special.
If it was said that the group of Rogue Practitioners who had just gathered were somewhat apprehensive of the Beigu Institute, now that the Spiritual Studies Palace clearly stood beside Yang Zhen, what else was there to fear about?
If a fight breaks out, will you join in?” A practitioner whispered to his companion.
His companion, who was enthusiastically leaning in, was taken by surprise and said, “Of course I will. Damn, even the Palace Master of the Spiritual Studies Palace is clearly protecting Yang Dingtian now, what’s there to be afraid of? Just fight to end it.”
“Actually… I’ve wanted to beat up people from the Beigu Institute for a long time, every single one of them are so arrogant. You haven’t seen the smug faces of those bastards looking down on people through their noses.”
‘Yeah, damn it, I’m so excited. Should we start the fight first?”
Amidst the heated discussions, Sanlian Seat’s face turned green, his gaze shifting between gloom and clarity, watching Palace Master Liu with uncertainty.
At this moment, Hua Youyue suddenly stood up, and elegantly walked to Yang Zhen. She gave Yang Zhen a smile, clearly showing her position.
In the blink of an eye when Sanlian Seat narrowed his gaze, they instantly widened with disbelief as he glanced at Mo Xueling, who was following behind Hua Youyue. He said in a deep voice, “The little girl of Mo Xuefeng, do you also want to get involved in this?”
Mo Xueling giggled, and said, “I’m sorry, Elder Sanlian Seat, but Xueling happens to be a friend of his, so I can’t just ignore this. But don’t worry, I am involved in this matter personally.”
Upon hearing this, the corners of the mouth of Sanlian Seat and the numerous people of the Beigu Institute tightened.
Damn it, personal involvement, who are you kidding? What if Mo Xueling gets injured here? Won’t Ink Pool Peak go crazy biting anyone in sight?
Sanlian Seat snorted coldly, his eyes sidelong glanced at the group of people from Ink Pool Peak. Their dark gaze was clearly a warning to him.
Damn it!
San Lianzuo swore from his nostrils and glared at Yang Zhen, saying, “Yang Dingtian, one should be responsible for his own actions. Do you not even have the courage to face me?”
The majority of the people around jeered and looked at San Lianzuo with faces smacked of disdain.
This despicable act of bullying a cook who had just broken through to the Divine Travel Stage from San Lianzuo, an elder held in high esteem, had agitated and angered everyone. And now, he even wanted to compel Yang Zhen to step forward.
This… San Lianzuo was seriously disappointing.
However, what made everyone’s hearts skip a beat was, Yang Zhen actually did step out.
What?
Everyone was startled. Could it be that Yang Zhen dared to confront San Lianzuo alone at this moment?
As they watched, Yang Zhen passed Hua Youyue, passed Old Man Yao, and just as he skipped past Palace Master Liu, he swooped back in one swift movement.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
What the heck was that?
Then, Yang Zhen chuckled and asked San Lianzuo, “Old fool, did you see that? I stepped out!”
While he spoke, Yang Zhen jumped out again with a swoosh and then quickly returned.
“I went out again, and I am back again!”
Yang Zhen kept jumping back and forth, his voice growing more arrogant, and audaciously contemptuous with each jump.
“I went out again, I came in again!”
“I hopped in and out, then in and out again!”
“I’m back again, tell me if you are irritated, are you annoyed?”
“You!” San Lianzuo trembled in anger. As he was about to strike Yang Zhen with a palm, six or seven senior practitioners at the Tribulation Crossing Stage simultaneously raised their heads, focusing their gaze on his hand.
The jaws of the crowd nearly dropped in bewilderment as they stared at Yang Zhen, taking a while to process what had just transpired.
Damn it! They had seen people who pissed off others, but never someone who could infuriate them to such an extent.
San Lianzuo’s face turned an ashen green, his aura stormy and turbulent, furious energy seemed to spill out from his being like a leaky cauldron, evidently on the verge of a catastrophic eruption.
At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly shook his head and sighed, “Esteemed
Lian Zuo, do you know why I am called Dingtian?”
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen, obviously not understanding his words. What relevance did his name carry in this situation?
Regardless, Yang Zhen carried on, “My mother said, a man should stand tall under the sky and firm on the ground. Therefore, I’ve never been afraid of anything since I was a child. I graduated from kindergarten at six, challenged the entire old folks’ home at ten, fought wolves in the southern mountains and tamed tigers in the northern mountains. I even caught a hedgehog in a cornfield. Do you think I am afraid of you, you damn old man?”
On saying this, Yang Zhen hid behind Palace Master Liu and stuck his head out to address San Lianzuo, “Come on old man, here we are. Are you planning for a one on one or group confrontation – it’s up to you. If I blink an eye, you can declare my defeat.”
“Puff!”
San Lianzuo’s face reddened with anger; a mouthful of suppressed blood almost spewed out. He desperately swallowed it back down. But forceful retention caused him to let out a thunderous fart.
For a while, the whole birthday banquet fell silent. All eyes were on the bewildered San Lianzuo.
Dang Awkward!