Shen Luoyan took Yang Chen to a mountain peak in the inner domain. There were towering ancient trees and hundreds of palaces shuttled through the woods. They were elegantly constructed, and every brick and tile was marked with patterns. The mist made the palaces looming, like a fairyland.
Yang Chen is very strange. The inner domain is the territory of the Holy Ji Sect. Why does Shen Luoyan have such a mountain peak?
Although he was confused in his heart, Yang Chen did not dare to ask any more questions. This witch killed people without batting an eye and could not be offended.
Walking into the palace, Shen Luo Yanluo waved his sleeves and sat on the soft couch above the palace. The soft couch was made of the fur of some exotic animal. It looked a bit like tiger skin and had a soft texture.
"I said that if I find you, I will definitely kill you." Shen Luoyan lay lazily on the soft couch, holding his cheek in his hand, looking at Yang Chen with a smile.
Yang Chen swallowed his saliva, what a witch! As long as he was a man, he would probably be reluctant to look away from her delicate body.
However, Yang Chen soon regained his composure. Although this woman is beautiful, she must not be offended, let alone looked down upon.
Seeing Yang Chen regaining his composure so quickly, Shen Luoyan's pretty face changed slightly, and a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"There doesn't seem to be any deep hatred between us. The worst I can do is return the witch flower to you." Yang Chen smiled and shrugged.
"When you snatched away the witch flower, you already forged a deep hatred against me." Shen Luoyan smiled faintly.
"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Chen helplessly spread his hands.
"You are very courageous..." Shen Luoyan smiled lightly and said, "How dare you speak like this in front of me."
"Is it possible that I have to be scared speechless by you, so that you will be happy?" Yang Chen was even more helpless.
Shen Luoyan's beautiful appearance changed slightly, but she didn't expect Yang Chen to say such words.
"If I guessed correctly, the Witch Flower should be very important to you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't offend the Divine Tree King Valley for the Witch Flower." Yang Chen smiled.
"Humph, offend the Divine Tree King Valley? What kind of thing is the Divine Tree King Valley?" Shen Luoyan sneered.
Yang Chen swallowed his saliva, Shen Luo Yanzhi was just a venerable person, how could he not be afraid of the Divine Tree King Valley at all?
"Hand over the witch flower!" Shen Luoyan raised her slender hand.
Yang Chen smiled, but did not dare to say anything else. No one knew what this woman would do.
After releasing his soul power, the witch flower flew out from the center of Yang Chen's eyebrows and flew towards Shen Luoyan.
Shen Luoyan caught the witch flower and said with a faint smile: "I don't have to kill you, but you must promise me one thing."
"What?" Yang Chen's face changed slightly.
"You possess the secret knowledge of Buddhism. I want you to give me the secret knowledge of Buddhism." Shen Luoyan said calmly.
"My Buddhist secrets were all taught by others personally, and I don't have any skills at all." Yang Chen shook his head helplessly.
Shen Luoyan's pretty face changed slightly when she heard this, obviously she didn't believe what Yang Chen said.
"If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do." Yang Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, why didn't he believe it every time he told the truth?
"If you let me know...that you lied to me, I will never let you go!" Shen Luoyan sneered.
"Hehe, don't worry, I never tell lies. I am an honest person, absolutely an honest person." Yang Chen chuckled.
Shen Luoyan snorted angrily. If she really believed Yang Chen, she would really be an idiot.
"Sister Shen, I should be able to leave, right?" Yang Chen swallowed his saliva and laughed.
"Am I very old?" Shen Luoyan sneered upon hearing this.
"Not old, not old. If Miss Shen doesn't mind, I don't mind calling you sister." Yang Chen smiled and touched the back of his head.
Shen Luoyan sneered again when she heard this, but she didn't say anything more. She couldn't say that she was an old woman, could she?
Suddenly, Shen Luoyan's face changed slightly, he looked outside the palace and sneered: "Since you are here, why don't you come in?"
"Luoyan, I really can't hide it from you." A man in black robe came through the air and landed in the main hall.
The man in black robe has his hair in a high bun with a jade hairpin stuck in it. His face is as sharp as a knife, his nose is straight, his appearance is elegant, and his cold eyes make people dare not look at him. He does not exude any powerful aura, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi is unfathomable.
Yang Chen saw this black-robed man in his early thirties, and his heart trembled. This black-robed man gave him the same feeling as when he first met the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. In other words, the strength of this black-robed man is comparable to that of Ximen Juetian. At least one level.
"Cheng Beiming, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, what are you doing here?" Shen Luoyan sat up from the soft couch and spoke calmly.
"Luoyan, I'm here to take him away." Cheng Beiming turned to look at Yang Chen.
"Who is he? You actually defend him like this?" Shen Luoyan's pretty face changed slightly, and her eyebrows raised slightly.
"His surname is Yang. You should know that our Holy Saint Sect once had two saint ancestors, one of whom was also surnamed Yang." Cheng Beiming smiled faintly.
"As expected..." Yang Chen's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he finally understood the whole story.
"No wonder." Shen Luoyan seemed to understand something.
"Luoyan, for the sake of..." Before Cheng Beiming finished speaking, Shen Luoyan had already spoken: "Take him away."
"Thank you!" Cheng Beiming smiled, raised his hand, and Yang Chen and him disappeared into the palace.
…
In the Holy Peak Palace, Yang Chen and Cheng Beiming appeared out of thin air. There was no one else in the palace, only Cheng Beiming and Yang Chen.
"Are you the leader of the Shengji Sect?" Yang Chen couldn't help but speak.
"No." Cheng Beiming smiled and said, "I'm just the deputy headmaster. After all, you should call me uncle."
Yang Chen's expression changed slightly, and he was now basically sure of his guess.
"Back then, your father was unable to continue practicing due to an abnormality in his dantian, and his cultivation stopped at the Tyrant Realm. So he went to the wilderness swamp to look for the nine-leaf clover, but after he went in, he never came out again." Cheng Beiming sighed. Said: "With his talent, he should have become a Venerable before me."
"Deputy Headmaster, actually, I came to Shengji Sect for..."
Before Yang Chen finished speaking, Cheng Beiming suddenly laughed: "Your engagement was made by the Headmaster and your father. The Headmaster will not go back on it, so don't worry. Many people originally disagreed with this. It’s a matter of marriage, but just now you have blocked their mouths with your strength.”
"Mu Yi, you really killed me. It turns out your name is also Yang Chen." Yang Chen cursed in his heart.
Not long ago, Yang Chen had guessed that Mu Yi's name was probably "Yang Chen". Now after hearing Cheng Beiming's words, he was 100% sure.
There are two saint ancestors in the Shengji Sect, one of whom is named Yang, and Mu Yi is the descendant of this ancestor.
Mu Yi once said that he was engaged to the daughter of the leader of the Shengji Sect, and the person chasing him was most likely the daughter of the leader. That’s why Mu Yi asked Yang Chen to help him break off the engagement, but now the people of the Shengji Sect are Everyone thought Yang Chen was Mu Yi.
Yang Chen didn't expect that Mu Yi's name would be exactly the same as his.
The reason why Li Qingyang and others challenged him was precisely because they disapproved of his marriage to the daughter of the leader. In the Shengji Sect, whether they were true disciples or core disciples, most people wanted to marry the daughter of the leader.
Oolong! Yang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't control whether others wanted to marry the headmaster's daughter. Anyway, he didn't want to marry.
"Chen'er, many people will challenge you in the future. Before you become a true disciple, you'd better not accept their challenge." Cheng Beiming reminded: "With your current strength, you want to defeat the top five disciples.
It’s still a bit difficult, and it’s even more impossible for you to be a true disciple’s opponent. But don’t worry, with your talent, as long as you become the overlord, even a true disciple may not be your opponent.”
When the deputy headmaster was talking, someone in the side hall was actually listening to their conversation.
A middle-aged man sat on the chair, and the beauty in purple sat next to the middle-aged man, holding her jade hands and listening to the conversation.
This middle-aged man is wearing a white robe and has his hair in a high bun. He is handsome, has a resolute face, and has deep eyes. He looks somewhat similar to Cheng Beiming.
"He is very good. With his talent, he will definitely have great achievements in the future." The middle-aged man looked at the purple-clothed beauty lovingly and smiled lightly.
"Dad, my daughter has not decided to marry him." The beauty in purple blushed slightly.
At the same time, outside the palace, Yang Chen took a deep breath and said: "Deputy Headmaster, actually I come to the Holy Ji Sect..."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen gritted his teeth and continued: "Actually, I'm here to break off the engagement!"
Cheng Beiming's expression changed drastically, and the expressions of the middle-aged man and the beauty in purple in the side hall also changed drastically.
Click! The middle-aged man suddenly crushed the armrests of the chair, and a vast breath swept in all directions, making it suffocating.
"You... want to break off the engagement?" Cheng Beiming looked at Yang Chen in disbelief.
"That's right!" Yang Chen nodded. Just as he was about to tell what happened about Mu Yi, something happened suddenly.
Boom! The wall of the palace in the distance suddenly tore apart, rubble flew, and a vast aura rushed in. Yang Chen was immediately pressed to his knees on the ground.
"Not good!" Yang Chen's face changed drastically. He wanted to grit his teeth and stand up, but he couldn't break free from this terrifying pressure.
"Brother, please be merciful!" Cheng Beiming's expression changed, and he turned to look at the cracked wall. A middle-aged man in white walked out slowly.
"Why do you refuse this marriage?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Chen and said calmly.
"Why should I agree to this marriage?" Yang Chen gritted his teeth and looked up at the middle-aged man.
"Okay, very good!" Seeing Yang Chen's unchanging expression, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed: "Your father is dead, I have the final say on this marriage, and I cannot tolerate your refusal, unless one day you
You can defeat me."
After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around, stepped out, and disappeared into thin air.
The pressure on Yang Chen's body suddenly disappeared, his whole body was almost numb, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.
The middle-aged man was so strong that even when he faced Yang Kai, Ximen Juetian and others, he did not feel such fear. Head of the Holy Ji Sect! A thought flashed through his mind.