Chapter 202: Wander through a myriad of flowers, not a single leaf touches the body

These two extremes, both taking and grabbing, not only seized the Human Spirit Ancient Scripture, but also wanted to loot a batch.

"Hurry up, don't force the Daoist Master to act."

The unscrupulous Daoist beamed, stretched out a pair of big hands, and grinned so wide he couldn't close his mouth.

Under the pressure of two holy weapons, the Human King Hall, even if unwilling, could only grit its teeth and swallow it.

Finally, they endured the pain, took out several treasures and handed them over, their hearts bleeding, until the Big Black Dog and his group were satisfied, only then choosing to let them pass.

"You… you wait for me!"

Before leaving, a Supreme Elder fiercely glared at those two fellows, thinking himself a renowned figure in the region, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? This was simply not taking him, nor the Human King Hall behind him, seriously.

"Old thing, what did you just say?"

The Big Black Dog was extremely keen, instantly glaring at that person, killing intent shining in his eyes.

In the next moment, the Black Gourd was activated, sweeping down a massive bolt of tribulation, divine might overwhelming, it crashed down, sending that person flying in a huge somersault, breaking at least three bones.

"You unscrupulous son of a Celestial Venerable, if you keep this up, don't blame the Daoist Master for being ruthless—by then your ancestral grave might not be spared."

Duan De was no one to suffer loss, stepping on the Walking Character Secret, his speed astonishing, he instantly arrived before that Supreme Elder.

With a palm strike on the mat, a bang sounded, that person's body sank, crashing to the ground, a mountain peak instantly turned to dust.

Although Duan De's cultivation was actually far lower than that of these thousand-year-old monsters, due to the pressure of the holy weapons, he merely dared not fight back.

"Little Black, Daoist Priest."

Yang Zhu called those two fellows back; although the cultivator's world is like that—survival of the fittest—there's nothing much to say.

However, there's no need to overdo things.

"You may go."

Having said that, Yang Zhu turned and left, leaving only the extremely resentful people of the Human King Hall.

The Human King Hall's Half Page Immortal Scripture was stolen, a Supreme Elder died and another was wounded; the news spread like wings, quickly spreading throughout Lu Prefecture.

"The Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture has been stolen… that is actually the Half Page Immortal Scripture, said to contain the chance to become an immortal."

"The Supreme Elder of the Human King Hall was nearly killed in one move by that handsome young man? This strength is too terrifying…"

"It is said that this person possesses extraordinary talent and stunning brilliance, his cultivation unfathomable, as if he had suddenly appeared—there had been no prior news of him."

For a time, Lu Prefecture shook; everyone who heard the news felt shocked, unable to stay calm.

Numerous great sects and divine dynasties, curious about Yang Zhu's origins, dispatched many strong ones to investigate his whereabouts, wanting to uncover the reason.

"Just how strong is this person? Could he possibly be compared to Yin Tian De?"

Meanwhile, Lu Prefecture's heaven‑pride heroes rose together; those with outstanding talent were not few—Three Lack Daoist, the Golden Crow Prince, etc., each renowned across the land, their strength not to be underestimated.

Yin Tian De, the strongest of the younger generation in Zi Wei, even those great sects and divine dynasties dare not provoke him, treating him with great courtesy and respect.

"Empty fame; if I meet him, I will surely measure myself against him!"

That day, the Golden Crow Sixth Prince Lu Ya stepped forward; as a sworn brother of Yin Tian De, he naturally spoke out in support, uttering such bold words that drew attention.

His whole body covered in golden feathers, golden rays shooting to the heavens, his aura like a surging sea, immensely powerful; even at a young age he could defeat sect‑leader‑level figures.

"That's right; Yin Tian De had been invincible in Zi Wei for several years, so that person probably can't match him."

Seeing the Golden Crow Sixth Prince step forward, no one dared to oppose him for a while; all unwilling to provoke him, they echoed his words.

……

Yang Zhu stood before a mountain cliff, drawn by the traces of the Dao on it. The cliff lay in a hidden mountain valley, reaching half a zhang in height, its surface as if cleaved by a heavenly emperor's sword, extremely flat.

Many raised patterns covered it, worn smooth by ages, so indistinct that even passersby would hardly notice them.

But Yang Zhu possessed the Divine Eye, nothing escaping his sight; together with his companions seeking origins, he quickly filled in the missing parts.

"The insights and formations left by the ancient sages."

Yang Zhu examined it carefully, his mind and spirit settling within, attaining a state of transcendent detachment, where everything outside was automatically shielded.

His body flickered with Dao patterns, his whole self merging with the Grand Dao, ethereal and unworldly, serene as an immortal, as if he could ascend at any moment.

"Somewhat similar to Li Ruoyu…"

From the insights Yang Zhu learned, that ancient sage, like the old man Li Ruoyu, cultivated the Natural Grand Dao.

Every blade of grass and tree, even a speck of dust, can be transformed into an invincible offensive against enemies, endlessly wondrous—this is an understanding of the Dao's traces.

Several days passed quietly; when he emerged from that special state, he casually copied the formation patterns onto a silver plate.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhu looked into the distance; there was a man who had arrived half a day earlier, making no sound to disturb, merely silently observing him.

He wore moon‑white treasure robes, handsome and elegant, his bearing refined and graceful, his smile charming, easily catching women's eyes.

"I am Yan Yixi; I happened to pass by this place, seeing Brother immersed in Dao contemplation, thus deeply attracted, and I have been rather intrusive."

Yan Yixi's white clothes like a painting, his bearing like jade, his fist pressed to the treasure fan in his hand, he bowed with a slight apology.

Just as he said, he happened to pass by this place, yet was attracted by Yang Zhu's appearance and bearing.

He had never seen such an unworldly person; that supreme grace, that fleeting divine bearing, and that transcendent demeanor were beyond price, like a deity.

Even he, who prided himself on his suave elegance and romantic charm, felt inferior.

Hearing that, Yang Zhu froze for a moment, gazing at the person before him; he never expected that upon just arriving in Zi Wei he would encounter Yan Yixi.

This person is none other than the famed Yan Yixi, an extraordinary talent whose acquaintances are all beauties of the world, greatly favored by women.

Wander through a myriad of flowers, not a single leaf touches the body; whether the Dao is affectionate or not, alone crossing the red dust, cultivating an immovable Dao heart.

Yang Zhu said nothing more, merely gave a slight nod, then turned and left.

"Brother, please stay." Yan Yixi called out to Yang Zhu, hurrying after him: "Meeting is fate; I still don't know Brother's name—may I ask?"

"Yang Zhu."

Yang Zhu had sensed for several days; without thinking he knew those two extremes had surely been up to no good during this time, and he was about to go find them.

During the Beidou era, even as powerful as holy lands and ancient aristocratic families, with deep foundations and even possessing extreme dao imperial weapons, they were still thrown into chaos by the Black Emperor.

Now that we've arrived at the Zi Wei Gu Xing domain, lacking the awe of imperial weapons, these two scoundrels wish they could loot this place entirely.

"Ahchoo! How come I suddenly feel a chill down my back…"

Inside the treasury of a certain great sect, Duan De sneezed, then scratched his head in puzzlement.

"Hurry up and take it, or else someone will come!"

The big black dog urged, drooling, and with one grab shoved Cheng Tui's treasure into its pocket, busy as can be.

"Who dares to have designs on my Ice Demon Hall!"

Suddenly, the treasury doors were flung open, a sky-shaking roar poured in, and a terrifying aura rapidly approached! (End of chapter)