Chapter 1055: Chapter 1082: Third Mountain Debates the Dao! What’s the Background? (Part 3) Chapter 1055: Chapter 1082: Third Mountain Debates the Dao! What’s the Background? (Part 3) The sounds of the earth shaking and mountains quaking lasted for nearly the duration of a cup of tea before gradually calming down. By that time, the whole tea house had cleared out, and those who remained were Practitioners of at least the eighth level of the Celestial Phase, with many possessing the cultivation of a Half-step Great Saint.

Whether they were Practitioners in the Celestial Phase or Half-step Great Saints, all were silenced, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The teahouse attendants’ complexions also became exceedingly cautious, and their movements slowed. Whatever they had been busy with, they immediately stopped and stood to the side, waiting respectfully.

People were coming, and there were quite a number of them.

Yang Zhen and Han Yan’er exchanged glances, quietly stuffing a curiously peering pesky cat back into their clothes, and proceeded to sip the fragrant tea in small gulps.

From a great distance away, Yang Zhen could already feel terrifying presences rushing over, and judging from the reactions of everyone in the tea house, these individuals must be heading for them.

Every heart skipped half a beat when the first person took a step up the first section of the staircase.

Yang Zhen, with eyes watching the nose and nose watching the heart, continued to drink tea slowly, but his peripheral vision shifted towards the staircase.

A young woman ascended the stairs, with delicate features that, if not for the veil over her face, would probably not fall short of Han Yan’er’s beauty, not even by a bit.

Three long swords floated behind this lady, each one emanating an aura of holy weapons, leaving Yang Zhen wide-eyed and speechless.

“So cool,” he thought. “She looks incredibly awesome. How is she making those three holy long swords float behind her back like a peacock’s tail?”

The first sword glowed blood-red, the second ice-cold, and the third like fire.

The woman’s expression was frosty as she climbed onto the second floor; after a brief look around, she settled her gaze on an empty seat by the window and walked over to it.

Following the young woman, there were two old servants, both in the Saint Realm, appearing feeble and withered, looking neither left nor right, akin to two puppets, yet the aura around them sent chills down people’s spines.

Yang Zhen didn’t notice the two elders at first, just as if they were two more long swords behind the young woman. This showed just how daunting these Saint Realm powerhouses truly were.

“Haven’t they arrived yet?” The young woman frowned slightly and asked, looking out the window at the evening glow.

As soon as the young woman spoke, Chu LiuHua couldn’t help but shiver, his face showing a enchanted expression.

Yang Zhen looked around in surprise, finding that nearly all the men around him wore similar expressions. Quickly, he put on a foolish, infatuated look, staring blankly at the young woman, as if only drool was missing from the corner of his mouth.

Becoming aware of the commotion around her, the young woman turned to look at Yang Zhen, giving him just a cursory glance before turning away.

That one look nearly made Yang Zhen choke, what an intense glare.

Yang Zhen wasn’t fond of such women, cold as ice as if the whole world had ill intentions against her, keeping everyone at a distance.

Wouldn’t such a person fear ending up alone and bitter in life?

Yet being in unfamiliar territory, and since the woman didn’t provoke him, Yang Zhen couldn’t be bothered to care, leisurely drinking tea while waiting for events to unfold.

Behind the young lady, the two Saint Realm powerhouse servants stood still like two wooden stakes. One of the old crones spoke, “Dongxuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, the people have arrived, but it seems rather ridiculous, as they seem to be waiting for someone.”

As the old crone spoke her unfathomable words, it left the crowd lost in a mist.

Yang Zhen’s mind stirred; Dongxuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, these were two positions, and there were indeed Saint Realm presences in these positions.

Who exactly were these individuals?

“Every half-month, the Third Mountain Sacred Land holds a martial arts discussion in the teahouse. They especially dislike it when someone speaks out loud while they’re talking, so from here on out, you should only listen and remember not to make a sound,” a voice transmitted secretly into Yang Zhen’s ear while Han Yan’er beside him also startled, apparently having heard the message as well.

Yang Zhen glanced at Chu LiuHua beside him, who was pretending not to hear anything, staring at the ceiling as if it was the most beautiful thing, like his own wife.

Although he didn’t know what the Third Mountain Sacred Land was, Yang Zhen finally understood that these people seemed to have a certain special hobby, always liking to discuss martial arts in crowded places. Those with lower cultivation had no chance to listen, but for those with significant cultivation, it was a rare opportunity.

Like someone addicted to transmitting messages, Chu LiuHua continued after seeing Yang Zhen’s lack of reaction, “Usually, it’s the Saint Realm powerhouses who come to debate, but this time the Pure Spring Saintess herself has come. Brother, your luck is truly incredible.”

A curious expression flitted across Yang Zhen’s face. Just as he was about to ask something through a transmitted message, a gaze as sharp as a blade struck, causing Chu LiuHua to break out into a cold sweat instantly.

The gaze came from an elder behind the Pure Spring Saintess. A mere glance carried the oppressive feeling of divine might, making even Yang Zhen feel suffocated at his current level, to say nothing of Chu LiuHua.

The elder seemed to feel that Yang Zhen was not too greatly affected and gave him another look, just one more look.

Chu LiuHua didn’t dare to transmit another message, his eyes looking at the ceiling beam with deep emotion.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and began to wait quietly; listening to such debates could still be quite beneficial.

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out, “I didn’t expect the Pure Spring Saintess to be here this time. The appearance of the Tri-Floral Saintess at Qianyuan Ridge seems to have a significant impact on the Spring Mountain Sacred Land.”

No matter from which direction one heard it, this hearty voice was as refreshing as a spring breeze,; even without seeing him, Yang Zhen could tell that the newcomer must be a young, extremely handsome man.

Indeed, a figure appeared like a Bluebird from the teahouse window and landed beside the Pure Spring Saintess.

He was a young man with a tall and slender build, handsome features, and almost as good-looking as Yang Zhen himself.

Of course, Yang Zhen did not like to boast about his own dashing looks, as he was a man who valued substance over appearance.

This handsome young man seemed capable of enchanting countless young girls with his looks alone, just slightly less than Yang Zhen’s million, but when it came to substance, Yang Zhen felt he was far behind, at the very least, Yang Zhen wouldn’t neglect using the stairs in favor of jumping through windows.

A surprised expression appeared on the Pure Spring Saintess’s face as her eyes, alight with a subtle smile, turned to the young man, “If even the Light Dust Holy Son from the Lianchen Mountain Sacred Land has emerged from seclusion, how could Pure Spring remain indifferent?”

True to her name, the Pure Spring Saintess’s words were like a clear, tinkling brook, carrying a hint of deep-autumn chill, offering refreshment with a touch of cold.

The two exchanged smiles and simultaneously turned their gaze towards the window.

The Light Dust Holy Son chuckled lightly and said, “Sires, since you’ve come, why not show yourselves?”

While everyone’s hearts tightened, a cold grunt sounded, “With the Flowerless Saint possibly becoming an honored guest of the Shaking Light Holy Land, why don’t we pause our debate for now and go to meet the Flowerless Saint instead?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback and blurted out, “Elder, do you know where the Flowerless Saint is staying?”

At Yang Zhen’s question, the teahouse instantly fell silent.

Chu LiuHua’s complexion drained of all color, as he hastened to hide to one side.

The Light Dust Holy Son slowly turned around, his face showing a smirk, while the Pure Spring Saintess let out a soft ‘eh’ of curiosity, turning her gaze towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen: “…”

Shit, it was just a damn question; is that reason enough to act like the sky’s fallen?