Chapter 554: Chapter 561: The Strategist, Attacking the Heart is Superior! (Third update)
Yang Zhen jumped in surprise. It was the first time he had encountered such an unusual entrance; he looked subconsciously at the newcomer and was taken aback for a moment.
“Guo Jing?”
After recognizing the newcomer, Yang Zhen’s face registered even more astonishment, and he involuntarily lifted his gaze to the sky.
“Please show mercy, friend Yang!”
A robust middle-aged man stood on thin air as if afraid of a misunderstanding, slowly descending in front of Yang Zhen. Without even glancing at Young Master Feng, he said with a smile:
“This is all a misunderstanding. We’ve looked into the matter at the Mountain and River ruins. As for what happened to my younger sister, you’re entirely uninvolved. This bastard is the root cause of it all.”
Yang Zhen blinked, looking at the nearly dead Guo Jing, he asked in puzzlement, “Do I have a grudge against you?”
Guo Jing sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. He snorted coldly and remained silent.
Clearly, Guo Jing was ready to meet his death.
Yang Zhen didn’t expect Guo Jing to say anything. He clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, “Still, he’s a principled man.”
Guo Jing watched Yang Zhen with cold eyes and scoffed, “Even though Feng Junior Sister’s death has nothing to do with you, you’re still implicated. Tell me, Feng Junior Sister had also delved into the Mountain and River ruins with you. Now that you’re out, where is she?”
Yang Zhen squatted down in front of Guo Jing, grinning, “If I answer every question you ask, wouldn’t that be beneath me?”
Guo Jing burst into laughter. However, his laughter was interjected with violent coughing and fresh blood spurted from his mouth. “You’re at a loss for words, aren’t you? The Mountain and River ruins have been abandoned now. The terrifying energy and intense black sand storm it unleashes deter anyone in the Feng family from getting close. Most of the Practitioners have died there, yet here you are, making it out all on your own. And as poor Feng Junior Sister’s body isn’t even cold yet, you dare say you’re not involved?”
Yang Zhen shook his head, saying, “I, the Sao Saint, have never claimed to not be involved.”
Guo Jing blinked, a hint of venomous cunning flickered in his eyes. He looked mockingly at the middle-aged man, staying silent, apparently waiting for the man to decide.
The middle-aged man looked solemnly at Yang Zhen, speaking, “Friend Yang, my name is Feng Jingtu, the eldest son of the Feng family. I wonder if my sister—”
At Feng Jingtu’s words, everyone present tensed up, their gazes firmly fixed on Yang Zhen.
What Guo Jing had said was not unfounded. It was true that Feng Lingqiao and Yang Zhen had ventured into the Mountain and River ruins together. Now, Yang Zhen had returned while Feng Lingqiao’s fate remained unknown. Clearly, only Yang Zhen had clues to her welfare.
Even though everyone had a rough guess at her fate, at this very moment, even the critically injured Young Master Feng propped his head up, perked his ears up, evidently very concerned about news of Feng Lingqiao’s welfare.
Guo Jing looked gleefully at Yang Zhen. At this moment, regardless of what Yang Zhen said, he would be implicated and might even earn the ire of the Feng family from Mountain and River City.
The Feng family was already faced with multiple complications, if they heard news of Feng Lingqiao’s death now, it would be a severe blow for them.
A crowd anxiously stared at Yang Zhen. Even the injured and downcast Dragon City Guards watched Yang Zhen with fear, dreading confirmation of the news.
Yang Zhen, however, ignored the surrounding glances. He squatted in front of Guo Jing, intrigued by Guo Jing’s fluctuating complexion. He chuckled, “Speaking of which, I do have a few questions for you.”
At Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present stilled, including Feng Jingtu and Young Master Feng, who all looked at Yang Zhen with perplexity.
In contrast, Guo Jing looked mockingly at Yang Zhen, conveying a clear message — he wasn’t going to answer any of Yang Zhen’s questions.
Yang Zhen shook his head, saying, “Don’t rush to make a decision, decide after you hear what I have to ask.”
Guo Jing scoffed and turned his head away, ignoring Yang Zhen, even rolling his eyes at him.
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in wonder, so he doesn’t wish to answer the questions?
Back on the Blue Planet, Yang Zhen had loved watching spy novels and dramas. His mind slowly became active.
Heck, you won’t talk? I, the Sao Saint, have plenty of ways to make you open your mouth.
Under everyone’s baffled gaze, Yang Zhen muttered like he was speaking to himself, “When I met you and Feng Lingqiao, my name was by no means Yang Zhen. Do you still remember what I was called then?”
At Yang Zhen’s words, Guo Jing’s body shook, he stared at Yang Zhen in utter horror.
Seeing the expression on Guo Jing’s face, everyone present felt a jolt in their hearts. Judging by Guo Jing’s demeanor, Yang Zhen was speaking the truth—he was not called Yang Zhen at the time.
After that, Yang Zhen wasn’t expecting an answer from Guo Jing immediately. He continued, “After your cowardly retreat, I was still called Yang Zhaxin. Considering all that happened in Mountain and River City was your doing, where did you get the name Sao Saint from?”
Feng Jingtu’s body shook upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, he wore a gloomy expression as he stared at Guo Jing.
Yang Zhen continued, saying, “Even those who escaped from the Mountain and River ruins in the end, didn’t know my real name, let alone the real name of the Sao Saint!”
Getting to this point, Yang Zhen scoffed, “Most of those who made it out of the Mountain and River ruins didn’t know whether Feng Lingqiao was dead or alive. Yet, you firmly claim Miss Feng was killed by me. How could it be that you suddenly possess divination abilities to predict such things?”
“You scoundrel!”
Feng Jingtu’s face turned pale, radiating fury. He lashed out towards Guo Jing with the intent to kill. The horrifying fluctuation of True Essence hinted that this slap could very well end Guo Jing’s life.
Yang Zhen quickly grabbed hold of Feng Jingtu, saying with a half-laugh, “We’ve only just begun, don’t be so eager. The highlight is yet to come.”
After that, he turned to Guo Jing and said, “Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself. Not only have you divined my name, you even figured out the ‘truth’ about how Miss Feng was killed by the Sao Saint. Darn, what kind of powerful Cultivation Method have you practiced?”
No ordinary person could achieve this. Even an Astrology Master and some elderly clan members on the brink of death can only use divination for auspicious and ominous predictions. How could anyone divine so much out of nothing?
“So, who is the one behind you?” Yang Zhen looked at Guo Jing with interest, raising two fingers. “You’ve made two mistakes. Firstly, you shouldn’t know that I’m Yang Zhen. Secondly, well… I won’t tell you.”
As for the fact that Feng Lingqiao wasn’t dead, Yang Zhen didn’t plan on revealing it yet. Everything must be clarified first. Guo Jing wasn’t skilled enough to plot all this, so Yang Zhen couldn’t think of anyone behind the scenes other than Fang Zhongjian.
Yang Zhen wore a grinning face, looking at the frowning Feng Jingtu. He also glanced at Guo Jing, whose face was distorted with fear. Darn, he had originally planned on handling the Heavenly Snow Sacred Domain alone, but now it seemed he would be needing some backup.
Fang Zhongjian had really played a masterful game of chess. It was so good Yang Zhen felt like applauding him.
“So… who’s your backer?”
So as to completely embroil the Feng family in the matter, Yang Zhen decided to coerce Guo Jing to confess everything.
Lighting a fire effectively can sometimes be an art.
Indeed, when everyone heard Yang Zhen’s words, the faces of Feng Jingtu and Guo Jing completely changed.
To fell a tree, aim for its heart is truly an ageless strategy.
Darn, though the Sao Saint prefers to resolve matters with his fists, how can he not use such an important weapon as his brain!