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Yang Zhen was arm in arm with two elders from the Divine Travel Realm, one with black beard and the other with white. From a distance they seemed to be getting along very well, although in reality the two elders were probably already cursing under their breath.

With Yang Zhen clinging to their shoulders, the two elders could only muster a wry smile, clearly wanting to shrug off his hand but didn’t dare to.

They had no choice, for these days, practically all of the strong practitioners in the city lord’s mansion were suppressed by Yang Zhen, and even the City Lord himself had lost half of his beard to him.

Now that Yang Zhen heard their scheme against him, they could only laugh and apologize profusely, trying not to get on the wrong side of this monster, in fact it wasn’t entirely Yang Zhen’s fault. During these days, he had applied to the fullest the inspiration he had received from Master Fang, creating five or so phantoms, from the AK47 which was his favourite rifle, to the Gillhoff air bomb boat, and even planes and tanks of various models.

And what left everyone utterly confounded was that Yang Zhen had found a way to have the illusions move freely within ten feet around him, no longer having to stay behind him.

With this, virtually all the strong practitioners from the Divine Travel Realm showed great interest, hoping to achieve a breakthrough on phantom creation like Yang Zhen had, so each one of them found an excuse to duel with Yang

Zhen.

In every duel, everyone was shocked by the power of the illusions Yang Zhen had created. They moved like ghosts, leaving no trace, and their destructive power was enormous. Some could fire a series of True Essence bullets, and some could release devastating True Essence cannons.

Especially that thing called the Gillhof, it moved slowly, which made many people prefer to duel with this illusion, but… it ended up being the deadliest!

Although the Gillhof moved slowly and did not appear to pose a significant threat, once it got a chance, it would unleash a storm of True Essence bullets like rain. If the people did not hastily beg for mercy, even the strong Divine Travel Realm practitioners might have been killed by the bombings.

The scene was too terrifying. These days, whenever Yang Zhen sought a duel, the eight strong practitioners from the Divine Travel Realm, including the City Lord, would run as far away as they could. In just two days, the white -bearded elder got a runny stomach sixteen times, the black-bearded elder took retreat eighteen times, and the City Lord had been busy with city affairs and hadn’t shown up for days.

Yang Zhen understood that these old fellows couldn’t handle his bombardments. They had duelled with him once or twice and wouldn’t fight him anymore. He hugged the two elders’ shoulders and asked, “Predecessors, can you tell me what the ancestral stele is all about?”

“You don’t know?”

When Yang Zhen asked, the two elders looked at him with puzzled looks, their expressions a mix of confusion and astonishment.

Yang Zhen was surprised by the elders’ reaction and asked, “What’s the matter, should I know what it is?”

Elder Bai glared and said, “Of course you should know! If you don’t know, how can you help us?”

“He doesn’t even know!” The black-bearded elder mumbled to himself, then exclaimed, “You’re ignorant, yet you look so nonchalant. What’s that all about?”

The black and white bearded elders exchanged a glance, one twitching from the corner of his eye and the other’s mouth twitching. They sighed simultaneously and were just about to speak.

“Don’t worry!” Yang Zhen waved his hand, saying with a grin, “Look at how panicked you are. Although I don’t know the details, I have a rough idea that the ancestral stele of the city lord’s dwelling has somehow started to leak Qi. Dirty Cat said I could solve it, is that right?”

The black and white bearded elders let out a sigh of relief when they heard this, knowing the gist of it was better than knowing nothing at all.

Elder Bai sighed and explained, “The City Lord’s Mansion originated from a Jinke state scholar who came from the Ice Martial City three thousand years ago Not only was he exceptionally gifted in calligraphy and inscriptions, but he also had the good fortune of studying in the Spiritual Studies Palace. He stood out in the palace, mastering the secret techniques of the Spiritual Studies

Palace!”

The black-bearded elder continued, “This Jinke state scholar was the City Lord’s ancestor. After he returned from his studies, he became the lord of the Ice Martial City. In the family clan land, he left behind his ancestral stele that blessed his descendants. The Qi and inscriptions on it were immensely powerful. Over the years, there have been many outstanding City Lords, but now…”

Elder Bai sighed and said, “But now, for some unknown reason, the talent energy from the ancestral stele is leaking out severely. It’s hard to feel its literary spirit enveloping us now. The lord of the city is extremely anxious and has tried various ways, but can’t stop the leakage of talent energy from the stele, let alone restore it to its original state.”

Yang Zhen suddenly realized and exclaimed in surprise, “So, when that audacious cat came here, the city lord let that cat and the little girl and others take a look. Then, that bastard cat said I could help?”

“Exactly!” The lord of Ice Martial City walked over sweating profusely, took a deep breath, and said, “Young friend Yang, you went in the wrong direction, not this way, come quickly with me!”

The black and white elder exchanged glances, watching the successive string of Divine Travel Realm powerhouses running after the city lord, feeling a sense of absurdity.

So many Divine Travel Realm powerhouses, going around one boy, and this boy, on the other hand, seemed so unreliable, making everyone glance at each other and shake their heads in disbelief.

Desperate times, desperate measures!

That accurately summed up the feelings of everyone present, except for the city lord of Ice Martial City.

Yang Zhen grunted in response and said, “Sorry, I lost my way around the palace, couldn’t distinguish between east and west!”

“Practitioner also gets lost?”

The black and white elder cried out in surprise, looking at Yang Zhen with an odd face. Not only were the corners of his mouth and eyes twitching, but his whole face twitched.

Yang Zhen smirked, was it weird to get lost? On the Azure Planet, people still lost their way even with a compass and map.

Just then, the leader of the Ice Martial Guards suddenly reported that Han Jingtian had come with Han Yan’ er.

During this time, the leader of the Ice Martial Guards was completely terrified of Yang Zhen. Any resentment he had before disappeared when he saw how Yang Zhen pushed the city lord to the ground and beat him with a barrage of True Essence. Whenever he saw Yang Zhen, he twisted away, or if he couldn’t avoid him, he would bow and lower his head in respect, which was more sincere than when he saw the city lord.

Damn it, he had no choice but to be loyal, Yang Zhen was too terrifying. Even the Fang Family’s ancestor was infuriated to death by him. The city lord was pushed down and grinded by him, who would dare to provoke him?

Upon hearing the report from the Ice Martial Guard leader, everyone was taken aback, then they heard the hearty laughter of Han Jingtian.

During this period, the old geezer often brought Han Yan’er to see Yang Zhen, he was more than familiar with them by now. He waved his hand to show care and said to the directionally challenged Han Yan’er, “Long legs, you’re here, fancy a duel later?”

“Yes!” Han Yan’er nodded without hesitation, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Han Yan’er was extremely beautiful and famous throughout Ice Martial City, especially her legs which were slim and delicate and made people nostalgic. The title ‘directionally challenged’ was given to her by Yang Zhen, and people often heard Yang Zhen say weird things to her like ‘leg fetish’, ‘legs one meter five long’, ‘born a leg model’.

Of course, people had no idea what these weird phrases meant, but they did know that Han Yan’ er almost beat Yang Zhen to tears when she heard him. Of course, this brat Yang Zhen must have gone easy on her.

At that time, a crowd was present, watching viciously as Yang Zhen constantly stared at the girl’s legs and was distracted even when they were fighting. “Huh?” Han Jingtian looked at the crowd and was taken aback, asking, “Are you going to the ancestral lands?” Upon hearing the term ‘ancestral lands’, Han Yan’er’s eyes suddenly lit up.