Chapter 18: with translation of chapter title

The mountain range undulated, stretching to the horizon.

Yang Zhu was teleported back to the edge of the mountain range where he had arrived; two months passed, the cultivators had long since dispersed, and tranquility returned.

Yang Zhu transformed into a divine rainbow and shot out, sweeping toward the nearest city.

His realm had reached the late stage of the Life Spring, and his speed increased severalfold compared to before.

Mountain peaks and rivers flashed backward at his side, blurring into a smear; because the divine rainbow enveloped him, no wind could affect him.

Xuan City was too small; there was nothing left there worth his exploration.

In a single day he crossed over a thousand li, arriving at a larger town—Zhuque City.

Compared to Xuan City, it was several times grander, with the Yaoge Pavilion, Gambling Stone Workshop, and Drunken Immortal Tower all present, each building glowing with splendor, the utmost in luxury.

Another difference from Xuan City: Zhuque City is a pure cultivator city, hidden among the ten-thousand-li mountain range, surrounded by white mist that seals off the outside world, so ordinary people cannot find it at all.

Yang Zhu arrived at the Drunken Immortal Tower, chose a window-side seat, sat down, and began gathering information.

Since there were no mortals here, everyone spoke freely without many reservations, chatting openly.

"After Ye Fan, the great demon Yin Tomb has produced another holy body, Yang Zhu; rumor says he is terrifyingly strong, having even slain the Yin-Yang Sect's holy child."

"When the news spread back to the Yin-Yang Sect, the whole sect flew into a rage, dispatching many strong ones to search, hoping to kill one to warn a hundred, yet for two straight months they found no trace of Yang Zhu."

"Since the Yin Tomb closed two months ago, the news of Yang Zhu's emergence has spread like wings, quickly circulating throughout the surrounding area."

"One must know that not long ago a holy body, Ye Fan, appeared, and now another has been slain; everyone is shocked."

"What's more jaw-dropping is that Yang Zhu is even more formidable than Ye Fan! Ye Fan had just broken through to the Life Spring realm, causing only a slight stir, whereas Yang Zhu has already crossed two realms to slay the holy child, almost unstoppable."

"A fully matured holy body grants the qualification to rival a great emperor; if two appeared in the same generation, how formidable would that be? People already anticipate what sparks would fly if the two holy bodies met. 'Rumors suggest a mad old man from six or seven years ago has resurfaced near the Wei Kingdom, prompting major powers like the Ji clan and the Tai Xuan Sect to dispatch many strong ones just to find his whereabouts.'"

Yang Zhu was also drawn by another piece of news; calculating the time, Ye Fan was currently staying at the Tai Xuan Sect.

The Tai Xuan Sect possesses a hundred and eight peaks, its strength unfathomable; in the Eastern Wasteland it can fully rank among the top-tier powers.

However, within the Tai Xuan Sect there is something Yang Zhu is extremely interested in: the 'All-Character' seal, one of the Nine Seals!

Ye Fan joined them, for the sake of the All-Character seal, and moreover.

"With nothing to do, let's go take a walk around the Tai Xuan Sect."

Besides the Nine Seals, Yang Zhu also wants to meet a certain person.

Hua Yunfei is peerlessly elegant, his heart set solely on playing the zither, yet he is manipulated by the Ruthless lineage and cannot control his own fate.

In the end his death became a great regret, many feeling sorrow over it.

"Anyway, since we've already transmigrated, perhaps I can turn the situation around."

Yang Zhu conceived a bold idea; with his methods, perhaps he could help Hua Yunfei get back on the right path.

Nor would it allow him to later perish, ending his life in regret.

"Sir, your dish."

As he thought, a light-gauze maiden bearing a jade tray approached gracefully, her fair wrist turning to present a cup of tea before Yang Zhu.

The tea cup was the color of jade-green amber, warm and smooth to the touch; the tea and leaves swirled within, releasing a refreshing fragrance.

"We've been searching for two months and still haven't seen that person show up; you say he isn't hiding, are you?"

"Tch, I guarantee it's just fear of our sect's strength; maybe Yang Zhu isn't as divine as people claim."

The tea was scalding; Yang Zhu lifted the jade cup, exhaled lightly, and was about to drink when his motion suddenly paused.

At the seat beside him, three people had just sat down and began talking; from their tone, they seemed to be members of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Our sect's holy child and Shen Nü are right outside the city; I reckon Yang Zhu wouldn't dare show his face, otherwise he'd get what's coming to him." "Come to think of it, is he really that strong? He even defeated the Holy Child Wang Yang."

Yang Zhu listened to their conversation, set down the tea cup at his lips, and spoke unhurriedly: "This isn't anyone else's fault; it's that Wang Yang who is utterly useless."

"Who are you, daring to insult our sect's holy child?"

Those people stared for a moment, then abruptly rose to their feet, faces full of anger.

They never expected anyone to openly declare that the Yin-Yang Sect's holy child was a waste—wasn't that a harsh slap to the face of the whole sect? Just as they were about to flare up, seeing the speaker, their momentum instantly waned by half.

Yang Zhu sat there, needing no deliberate display; his transcendent, otherworldly aura was enough to make their hearts race, and they dared not provoke him.

"Who is this person? What a big mouth."

"Could it be that this person doesn't know that everyone around Zhuque City belongs to the Yin-Yang Sect?"

The other patrons of the Drunken Immortal Tower were drawn by the commotion, casting curious glances over.

The Yin-Yang Sect enjoys great fame in the surrounding area; few cultivators dare oppose them, and they all wanted to see who had such audacity to openly slight the sect.

"Honored guests, fighting is prohibited in Zhuque City; please quell your anger."

The maiden who served the tea likewise sensed the intense tension and, out of duty, tried to mediate.

"Just what are you? Do you know the consequences of saying that?"

After a brief moment of thought, the Yin-Yang Sect members, constrained by Yang Zhu's aura, asked as politely as possible.

"Who am I? You've been looking for me all along, haven't you?"

Having said that, all the cultivators in the Drunken Immortal Tower were stunned; they never expected the recently renowned holy body to be right beside them!

When the Yin-Yang Sect members heard those words, their hearts visibly skipped a beat and their faces turned deathly pale in an instant.

"I heard your sect's holy child is looking for me? Then I'll go and slay them."

Yang Zhu's face bore a faint smile; he downed the tea in one gulp, then rose and walked toward the city's outskirts.

"Hurry up and follow! Something big is happening!"

"Holy body Yang Zhu truly lives up to the rumors—he bears the aura of a king."

Seeing this, the others finally realized what was about to occur, each feeling excited as they followed along.

Many were seeing Yang Zhu for the first time, deeply shocked by his aura; at a glance they knew it was a chasm they could never cross.

The news instantly spread, and all who heard rushed over.

Zhuque City instantly exploded; nearly half the city's cultivators were drawn in, and even some great powers—such as the master of the Drunken Immortal Tower and the overseer of the Gambling Stone Workshop—were mobilized.

That scene was quite spectacular; everyone wanted to witness the might of the Holy Body in person.

Yang Zhu arrived at the city gate unhurriedly, looked up into the distance, then stepped on the Walking Word Technique and turned into a streak of flowing light that shot out.

With a single step, countless mountains and rivers were flung behind him; in just one step he covered over a thousand meters. Such speed left the cultivators following behind him gasping in awe.

Hiss~Is this still human? I doubt even a Divine King Body could match this.

Even a mighty expert might not necessarily possess such speed.

They pursued with all their might, but to no avail; after just two breaths, Yang Zhu had completely vanished from their sight.

However, they did not give up, continuing the pursuit in the direction where Yang Zhu had disappeared.

(End of chapter)