Chapter 39: Chapter 039 Unchosen One
Translator: 549690339
Just a moment had passed, and Zhang Zongjin’s lips swelled up horrendously – like sausages. He lay on the ground, wailing non-stop, tightly clutching his throat as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
A look of distress crossed Yang Zhen’s face. Indignant, he pointed at Duan Langcai, “You, Duan Langcai, so wicked and cruel, using such sinister means to inflict harm on Zhang’s son. You’re done, I will report you to the Elders of our Sect. You’re done.”
“N0…N0! It wasn’t me! You, you’re the one who screamed all of a sudden. Otherwise, how could the Blood Silkworm have been frightened and accidentally hurt Zhang’s son?” Duan Langcai’s face turned pale with fear. Even if he had ten thousand times the courage, he wouldn’t dare let the Blood Silkworm bite Zhang Zongjin.
If it had killed him, it would have been fine. But if not, and the Sect found out, not even the entire Sword Servant Sect could protect him.
Yang Zhen didn’t accept Duan Langcai’s excuse. He took a pitying glance at Zhang Zongjin, who was still writhing on the ground, and started pursuing the Blood Silkworm, saying, “Hurry up, perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Don’t tell me you don’t know how. It’s just mouth-to-mouth to suck out the poison. If not, you’re truly doomed.”
“Ah? Oh!” Duan Langcai looked panicked, but then he felt that Yang Zhen’s suggestion was actually brilliant. He swallowed, looked at Zhang Zongjin’s lips, and fiercely moved down to perform mouth to mouth.
“The world’s morals are decayed, please avert your gaze.” Laughing heartily, Yang Zhen chased after the Blood Silkworm.
The creature was small, but it moved fast. Yang Zhen used his skills to barely keep up with it.
After killing the creature with a slap, Yang Zhen collected some of its blood and smeared it on a piece of wood he was carrying.
Hum!
The piece of wood, as thick as an arm, emitted an intense burst of light. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Qi was instantly drawn in as if by a great vortex, absorbed by the ordinary piece of wood.
A brilliant light shone brightly, coming quickly and then just as quickly disappearing, returning to its original form in the blink of an eye.
Strapping the piece of wood to his back, Yang Zhen hurried towards the mountain.
Oh no, disaster has struck! Two men are kissing each other, oh my life!” Yang Zhen’s voice could be heard all over the mountaintop. Everyone who heard it had a weird expression on their faces.
“Yang Zhen, stop speaking nonsense. What about two men?” Luo Yan scolded in a deep voice.
Pointing down the hill, Yang Zhen said, “Duan Langcai and Zhang Zongjin have fallen for each other. They are lying on the ground, passionately kissing. That scene made my eyes water.”
“Humph!”
Ma Dexing’s face turned livid, and with a cold snort, he rushed down the mountain.
The crowd quickly followed, heading towards the direction Yang Zhen had pointed.
When they arrived where Duan Langcai and Zhang Zongjin were, Duan Langcai was still on top of Zhang Zongjin, sucking hard, making a hissing noise.
“You shameless thing, get off him!” Ma Dexing was enraged. Many of the women at the scene blushed and, embarrassed and appalled, averted their gaze.
Duan Langcai jolted and slowly turned his head around.
Ma Dexing gasped in surprise when he saw Duan Langcai, “You, you…what are you?”
“I form wash foot door egg wave, senior dog dirty public machinery…” Duan Langcai’s lips were swollen like two big sausages, his face ghastly pale.
He looked anxiously at Ma Dexing, finding it difficult to speak clearly. Zhang Zongjin was already unconscious by now, making only groaning sounds. “Zongjin!” Ma Dexing’s face changed, and he quickly pushed Duan Langcai aside, slapping a healing pill into Zhang Zongjin’s mouth.
Seeing Zhang Zongjin’s color gradually returning to normal, Ma Dexing stood up with a grim face and stared at Duan Langcai, “What happened?”
Duan Langcai’s expression changed several times before he pointed at Yang Zhen and wailed, “It was him! He was the one who did this to Zhang’s son!” Boom!
Ma Dexing’s aura exploded, creating a terrifying wave of Qi. Dust swirled around, and Duan Langcai was thrown off his feet. Pointing at Yang Zhen, Ma Dexing shouted angrily,
“Yang Zhen, you again. Do you think I dare not kill you, you little bastard?”
Luo Yan and Duan Qing looked at each other, both looking somewhat distressed. They frowned and said, “Elder Ma, is there a misunderstanding here?”
“Misunderstanding?” Elder Ma howled, “Just because Yang Zhen made Zong Jin cough up blood from time to time, it’s enough reason for me to kill him several times over. You two old fools, explain to me, where is the misunderstanding in
Luo Yan paused, glanced at Yang Zhen, and asked, “What do you have to say?” Yang Zhen smirked, “When you’re determined to lay blame, why would you lack for excuses? Since this elder accuses me of grave crimes, what use is there in arguing back and forth? Go ahead…. Have the guts to chomp, old man!” “You…” Elder Ma stepped back two steps, staring wide-eyed and speechless at Yang Zhen.
The others were also taken aback, staring blankly at Yang Zhen.
In the beginning, they found Yang Zhen’s argument reasonable – a distinguished elder of the Donglin Sect wanting to kill a disciple from a minor sect, regardless of the serious humiliation Yang Zhen had suffered, what else could it result to other than an outright slaughter.
But just when they were starting to pity Yang Zhen, he suddenly turned the conversation around, thoroughly berating Elder Ma.
What… was Yang Zhen genuinely not afraid of death?
“Well! Well! Well!” Elder Ma, enraged, laughed. Pointing at Yang Zhen, he said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an arrogant young fellow. Today, I ’ shall cleanse your sect on your behalf.”
Yang Zhen really didn’t understand these old guys. They always tried to justify their actions with high-sounding excuses. With a scoff, he said, “Go ahead, bite me. Do you think I’m afraid of you?”
While defiantly standing his ground, Yang Zhen placed his hand behind his back, seizing the wooden item etched with numerous arrays.
Buzz!
A terrifying shockwave engulfed Elder Ma’s body before suddenly forming a raging dragon, charging straight towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen’s eyes narrowed, preparing for a fight to the death. This old man was at least at the Golden Core Stage, possibly even at the Nascent Soul Stage With his current Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation, without a trick up his sleeve, there was absolutely no way he could survive his attack.
Hopefully, the item he just created would work.
At that moment, Luo Yan suddenly made a move. With a casual gesture, a terrifying True Essence burst forth, colliding with the wild dragon and creating a formidable shockwave that blew the surrounding rocks into pieces.
“Elder Ma, you need to calm down. There may be some misunderstanding here How can you determine that Yang Zhen harmed Zong Jin based merely on one person’s words?”
“If not him, then who?” Elder Ma snorted coldly.
“Zong Jin was clearly poisoned. What kind of poison is it?”
“Hmm…?” Elder Ma moved slightly, his expression serious as he squatted down to examine the traces of poison on Zong Jin’s body.
The crowd hurried to surround them, looking on with vivid curiosity.
After a moment, Elder Ma’s face changed, he coldly stared at Duan Langcai,
“Blood Silkworm? Sword Servant Sect?”
Duan Langcai swiftly turned pale, “Elder, listen to me…”
Boom!
Elder Ma slapped Duan Langcai’s head, ending his life instantly without even giving him a chance to plead.
Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Zhen shook his head, this old man sure was ruthlessly efficient.
Luo Yan looked at Yang Zhen with an odd expression and laughingly said, “Alright, now that the truth has surfaced, have you thought about which sect you want to join, Yang? With your potential, all five major sects of Nether Sun Country will surely welcome you.”
Elder Ma snorted coldly without responding.
Duan Qing burst out laughing, looking at Yang Zhen, he said, “Joining a sect is not a small matter. You should think it over thrice, Yang. Although I can’t promise much, if you choose Wuyue Sect, we’ll definitely groom you as a key disciple.”
“What?” Luo Yan scoffed, “In my Dangu Lake, we not only will groom you as a mainstay, but will also take you as a closed-door disciple. Aside from the sect leader, you can choose any elder as your mentor.”
Seeing the two about to argue again, the crowd looked at Yang Zhen with envy.
Yang Zhen gave an awkward cough and spoke, “Could you not have… neither?”
What?
Everyone was utterly stunned!