Chapter 1052: Chapter 1079: Yang Zhen is Going to Make Trouble! (Three More) Chapter 1052: Chapter 1079: Yang Zhen is Going to Make Trouble! (Three More) “Yang Zhen? Are you really Yang Zhen?”

Yang Zhen’s shout had attracted five people, none of whom seemed to be together, except for a young man and a young woman who apparently came as a pair.

The man looked refined, while the woman seemed like a well-bred lady, obviously of significant status.

The questioner was an old man, hunched over, leaning on a deer head cane, looking somewhat arrogant but with the air to back it up.

This was a half-step Great Saint, accompanied by a disciple who curiously watched Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen only glanced at another person before losing interest, probably a nearby rogue practitioner, who stood far away, looking as if he was there just to watch the commotion.

Yang Zhen grinned, revealing a simple and honest expression typical of a guy-next-door, and said, “Everyone, long time no see, I’ve missed you all. May I ask where you are heading?”

The elder’s mouth twitched, and he gave Yang Zhen a sidelong glance before asking again, “Are you really Yang Zhen?”

With an innocent face, Yang Zhen nodded and replied, “Yes, the real deal, guaranteed quality, no inspection needed. If I may ask, senior, where is Qianyuan Ridge?”

Upon hearing this, the elder’s complexion changed, and he looked at Yang Zhen strangely, asking with a guarded expression, “Why do you ask about that place?”

Oh?

Yang Zhen became more interested, not only had the elder’s expression changed, but everyone else’s too, especially the young woman among the two youngsters, who gasped, covered her mouth, and looked on with curiosity.

Could it be that there’s something peculiar about Qianyuan Ridge?

Seeing the clueless look on Yang Zhen’s face, the elder asked once again, “Yang Zhen, do you really want to go to Qianyuan Ridge?”

Yang Zhen, puzzled, asked, “Can’t I go there? What kind of place is Qianyuan Ridge?”

The group exchanged looks, and the young woman spoke up, “Young Master Yang, do you know that it seems like everyone in the Central Court is looking for you?”

“It’s not that it ‘seems like’…” Yang Zhen said with a wry smile. “To be precise, everyone in the Central Court is looking for the young lady, but she is not with me now. By the way, what exactly is Qianyuan Ridge, and why do all of you look so surprised?”

The young woman barely held back her laughter and said, “The young lady Young Master Yang mentioned must be Saintess Hua, right? Indeed, everyone in the Central Court is looking for her, and Qianyuan Ridge doesn’t normally have anything to do with her, but…”

“But there’s about to be a treasure appraisal conference there, and if people knew you were going, it would cause a huge stir,” the elder said with a cold snort, his eyes filled with even more suspicion.

Yang Zhen suddenly felt like these people were looking at him as if they had to guard against fire, theft, and Yang Zhen himself.

Damn it, am I really that scary? What’s this treasure appraisal conference they’re talking about? It’s like I’m going to rob the place bare.

Huh?

Yang Zhen’s eyes brightened as he quickly waved his hands and said, “The senior must be joking. I just heard that Qianyuan Ridge has a nice name and asked out of curiosity. We still have to go to the Northern Domain, so we won’t disturb you any longer. Really, we’re not going to Qianyuan Ridge, don’t get the wrong idea.”

As he spoke, the cheeky cat kicked itself in the butt and said, “What are you spacing out for? Say goodbye to the senior already, or we’ll miss the bus to the Northern Domain.”

“Ah?” the cheeky cat paused, about to speak, but catching Yang Zhen’s wink, it said, “How come we’re suddenly going back to the Northern Domain? Old man, see you around!”

With that, the two men and the cat quickly left the crowd, leaving everyone confused.

“No good, Yang Zhen is going to Qianyuan Ridge; he must be heading there. Quick, notify Shaking Light Holy Land!” The elder’s face changed as he hastened away on his sword–no, on his deer head cane.

The two young men and women exchanged a wry smile, with the man opening the conversation and saying, “It seems that we need to report this matter to the Sacred Land as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knows what troubles it might stir up.”

The young woman chuckled and said, “Senior Brother, you worry too much. Even if the two Sanctuary Masters can’t fathom the Heaven and Earth Treasure, how could Yang Zhen possibly disrupt such a grand event? Even if he did attend, he’d most likely just cause a bit of chaos.”

“That’s not certain; nowadays, people change color at the mention of Master Yang. It’s rare to see a Practitioner in the Celestial Phase who can slaughter saints, and with Black Lotus Sanctuary hunting for Yang’s whereabouts, it could get quite lively if they found out he was heading to Qianyuan Ridge.”

The young woman, as if recalling something, covered her mouth and giggled, “Looking at Yang’s demeanor just now, he seemed to have no idea where Qianyuan Ridge is. Maybe they won’t be able to find out after all.”

“Is there anywhere Yang can’t find out about?” the young man said with a wry smile. “In any case, we must take this matter seriously.”

After the pair had left, the color of the nearby Rogue Practitioner’s face began to change as he exclaimed, “Yang Zhen is going to cause trouble! Yang Zhen is going to stir up trouble at Qianyuan Ridge!”

“Kerchoo!”

Yang Zhen sneezed and rubbed his nose, muttering to himself, “Damn, can Practitioners really catch colds?”

“Kid, I don’t know if you have a cold, but it seems we still haven’t figured out exactly where on earth Qianyuan Ridge is.”

The cheeky cat strolled ahead, not worried at all about being discovered.

Yang Zhen sneered and said, “Can’t you be a little more flexible?”

“How so?” Han Yan’er asked, her face filled with curiosity.

“Look, someone’s coming over there!” Yang’s eyes brightened as he grabbed the cat, “Hide with me. Little Daoist ditz, go ask for directions, and remember to act like a weak woman.”

Han Yan’er stared blankly for a moment, then glared at Yang before nodding and thoughtfully walking toward the newcomers.

Not long after, to the confused gazes exchanged between the cat and Yang, Han Yan’er returned, having beaten two Celestial Phase Practitioners until their faces were grimy and bruised.

“Well… did you find out?” Yang asked cautiously.

Who knows what nonsense those two Practitioners had said to provoke Han Yan’er almost to chop them with her sword.

Han Yan’er glared and said, “Men are nothing good!”

Yang immediately became angry, hefting the Great Missing Sword and charging after the two Practitioners before Han Yan’er pulled him back, asking, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to chop up those jerks. Nobody dares to mess with my little Daoist ditz!” Yang fumed.

Han Yan’er shot Yang a glare and turned away, saying, “Who’s your little Daoist ditz? Those Practitioners… just talked too much. I was getting irritated, so I just gave them a little punishment.”

Oh my god, how is that just a ‘little’ punishment?

But those jerks asked for it. With Yang’s current hearing, he could catch any sound, yet those idiots didn’t answer the question, digging into Han Yan’er’s ancestry in all sorts of ways. Can you really ask that to someone’s face?

Males in this world really should study up on how to flirt!

Asking for a beating!

This kind of thing, Sao Saint is the true expert. He doesn’t even ask, just treats the little Daoist ditz as his woman. That is what you call a silent and deep influence. See, isn’t the effect great?