Chapter 603: Chapter 610 What Kind of Family Is This!? (Third Update)

He didn’t know if it was a curse, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

The dark cyan rune mark flashed and disappeared, Yang Zhen, regardless of his search, could not find it. Even with the power of his spiritual sense, he had thoroughly examined every part of his body, even doubly checking his private parts, but found nothing.

It was so strange!

Not only could he not find anything, but he didn’t even feel anything peculiar, as if the thing, which seemed like a curse, had been as fleeting as an epiphyllum flower, and then had completely disappeared.

Since there were no anomalies, Yang Zhen didn’t worry too much.

Not to mention that Yang Zhen was sure that there were other demons here, this type of nearly childish curse shouldn’t have been able to kill him, so there was no need for him to worry too much.

As long as he wasn’t going to die, he could just ask another demon about what this thing was.

This really wasn’t a big deal!

Next, Yang Zhen finally had the time to carefully examine his surroundings.

The air was suffused with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. While it didn’t seem condensed, it gave off a timeless and ancient aura that sent a shock through him.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, instantly falling in love with the sensation.

Damn, if the ancient times were filled with this kind of Heaven and Earth Qi, practitioners from that time were too fortunate. Cultivating would be like having a cheat code. Yang Zhen even spawned the idea of staying here to cultivate for a hundred and eighty years before he made a move.

However, now wasn’t the right time. He didn’t know where the young lady and Han Yan’er had gone to. Even that damn cat had been swept away by the wind. Being alone, he wasn’t used to it. Yang Zhen decided to find others first. At worst, he could ask a demon about the rune on his body.

Between the overlapping mountain ranges, it seemed to be a world of its own. Yang Zhen had never experienced such a primeval aura. Underneath this atmosphere, however, there was a faintly discernible vibe that was hair-raising.

Yang Zhen was unable to grasp what this hair-raising vibe was; he just had an uncomfortable nagging feeling.

This feeling wasn’t pleasant, like lying naked on a comfortable Simmons soft bed, which could provoke a moan, but then finding an irremovable grain of rice underneath you. That’s what the uncomfortable feeling was like, it was a bit irritating!

The sky was empty without the scorching sun. Instead, there was only the gloomy sky and dark clouds churning, which gave people a sense of oppression.

From these dark clouds, there was a long-standing, desolate, musty smell, making people suffocate, if not for the extremely active Heaven and Earth True Essence here, Yang Zhen wouldn’t have wanted to stay here even for a moment.

Damn, was the comfortable feeling just now an illusion?

The Heaven and Earth True Essence storm at the entrance was terrifying. Yang Zhen didn’t know how long he had been rolling in the storm, and didn’t know how far he had been spat out by the storm when he got out. Anyway, when his spiritual sense was released, he couldn’t find the way he came and didn’t meet anyone. He simply waited where he was for a moment before heading off in one direction, and it took him one day and night before he encountered three people.

This was a huge forest. The towering trees reached into the sky. Among the huge trees were rocky protrusions and fragrant flowers and grass. However, there was a sense of oppression that seemed strange to Yang Zhen.

Among the three, one was an old man and two were young. The old man was in the peak stage of the Mahayana Phase. His aura was profound and lengthy, and he didn’t seem old at all. The other two were a young couple. The woman seemed to be in her twenties, dignified and elegant, exuding the temperament of a lady from a noble family. The man was even more handsome, with a graceful demeanor.

The three of them were heading up the mountain in silence, not talking.

After pondering for a while, Yang Zhen couldn’t remember seeing these three among the two Sacred Lands and the group of rogue practitioners that had come with them. It was very likely that they didn’t come with Yang Zhen.

This made Yang Zhen puzzled, could it be that there were not one group that came in previously, but two or even more?

“Hey, hey!”

Yang Zhen caught up from behind, waving his arms to greet them. His face was filled with a harmless smile, looking just like a scholar in distress.

After hearing the voice, the three were shocked and turned their heads to look at Yang Zhen suspiciously. The young man frowned and asked, “Are you talking to us?”

Seeing the reactions of the three, Yang Zhen was certain that they didn’t recognize him. This would make things easier.

“Yes, folks, could you tell me where this place is? It’s a bit strange. Also, how do I get out? I’ve been wandering around for a long time, and I can’t find a way out. This… what happened?”

Looking at Yang Zhen’s perplexed face, the three exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with indecipherable expressions.

The young man hesitated before asking, “You don’t know what this place is?”

Yang Zhen’s face was full of astonishment as he said, “I don’t know!”

“How did you get in then?” As the young man spoke, he casually turned around as if he did not care, but he had blocked all of Yang Zhen’s retreat paths with his feet. His right hand was also placed at the position of the long sword, clearly being very vigilant of Yang Zhen.

With a blank look on his face, Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “I… don’t know. I was just on an adventure, and was swept up by a storm, and somehow I ended up here.”

As he spoke, Yang Zhen was constantly observing the expressions of the three. As expected, on hearing his words, they all revealed strange expressions on their faces.

The old man asked in a deep voice, “What is your name, young friend, and which sect do you belong to?”

Yang Zhen’s face was full of sunshine as he replied respectfully, “I’m Li Cangxu, a disciple of the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land. May I know your name, senior?”

“Heavenly Spring Sacred Land?”

On hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the old man smiled and said, “I’ve heard some news that Duan Sihai, that old fellow, has already broken through to the Divine Transformation Stage, right?”

Yang Zhen’s eyes widened as he stared at calm old man, his heart pounding.

Talking about a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner so casually, this Mahayana Phase peak old man must have quite a background.

Yang Zhen smiled and replied, “Yes, my master has already broken through to the Divine Transformation stage.”

On hearing these words, the young man and woman exchanged a glance, then turned around and continued their journey.

The old man laughed and said, “I am Gong Sanhe, have you heard of me?”

Yang Zhen acted as if he was enlightened and said respectfully, “So it’s Senior Gong, I’ve heard a lot about you. Can you tell me… what exactly is this place? Why is it so strange?”

The old man looked at Yang Zhen with surprise but didn’t answer. The young man smiled and said, “I wonder if you are lucky or unlucky. This is an ancient ruin. But since you are here, perhaps you might find some opportunities. Just try your best.”

Yang Zhen nodded his head, feeling a bit strange. He didn’t know who the hell Gong Sanhe was, but Gong Sanhe, who was a peak Mahayana Phase power, had a profound cultivation base. Even if he was a little inferior to Duan Sihai, he wouldn’t be far behind. With such a wealthy family background, this was more or less expected. But the young cultivator only had an early Mahayana Phase cultivation base, and he, too, acted like he was from a wealthy family, which was a bit unusual.

They certainly are illustrious!

Looking at the three who seemed quite deep in their temperament and cultivation base, Yang Zhen became more and more curious about their origins.

After walking for a while, the young man frowned and asked, “Why are you still following us?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback and looked at the three with a confused face, “What? Can’t I walk this way?”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the young man paused for a moment, squinted his eyes and up and down Yang Zhen, his look becoming somewhat gloomy.