Chapter 35

Under the almost stunned gazes of everyone, Yang Chen appeared in front of Zhu Yonggui, then reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him in with one swift motion... The people below could even hear the sound of something heavy hitting the ground!

Not long after, the rooftop echoed with Zhu Yonggui's pig-like screams...

The police officers at the station were startled and immediately rushed up in a swarm. When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw an even more shocking scene...

Zhu Yonggui, with a bruised nose and swollen face, knelt in front of Yang Chen, crying out, "I was wrong... I'm sorry..."

Yang Chen frowned and said, "Your voice is so low, I can't hear you."

"I was wrong... I'm sorry!!" Zhu Yonggui cried out loudly, "Please forgive me!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the police officers rushing up from downstairs. Zhu Yonggui immediately crawled to the side, pointing at Yang Chen with a terrified look, his voice trembling, "Officer! He... he hit me..."

"This..." The police officers looked at each other in confusion.

Yang Chen, with a hint of regret, smiled at them and said, "Sorry, I couldn't control my emotions and hit a bit too hard..."

"..." One of the older police officers winked at Yang Chen, "It's fine, we didn't see anything." Zhu Yonggui's behavior had clearly caused public outrage. The older officer took out a pair of handcuffs from his belt and walked over to Zhu Yonggui, "You still have the nerve to complain! We'll talk about this back at the station..."

"Why are you handcuffing me? What did I do wrong?!" Zhu Yonggui was pressed to the ground by a few strong auxiliary police officers. The officer with the handcuffs skillfully put them on him.

As Zhu Yonggui continued to roar, the officer stood up and kicked him hard, "What did you do wrong? Do you know what time it is? It's rush hour! How many people are coming in and out of this building? Did you see the cars parked below? You have the right to remain silent, but I'm telling you, you are suspected of endangering public safety by dangerous means... You're under arrest!"

The man was forcibly shoved into the police car, which then left the neighborhood with sirens blaring.

The onlookers, realizing they were already late for work, dispersed, and soon the area below the residential building became empty.

But just as Yang Chen and Tang Yino thought the matter was over and were about to leave the neighborhood, they heard a young man call out, "Sir, please wait!"

"Hmm?" Hearing such a refined way of speaking, Yang Chen was taken aback.

The young man who had been watching the commotion in the crowd ran over with a smile, bowing to Yang Chen, "Sir, your skills are truly remarkable! I am Wang Xiancheng, a disciple of Chongyang Palace on Zhongnan Mountain. May I ask which school you belong to?"

Wang Xiancheng was excited. He had finally taken a long leave to go down the mountain and explore the world, and he hadn't expected to encounter Yang Chen's intervention at his first stop...

Looking at Yang Chen, who was two years younger than him, Wang Xiancheng couldn't help but think, "No wonder my master always says there are always higher mountains and better people. I thought that reaching the peak of the second stage at the age of twenty-two would make me stand out among the younger generation, but I didn't expect to find such a young and powerful expert in this small city of Jinzhou!"

China is vast and rich in talent. Who knows how many young geniuses are out there, not seeking fame or profit?!

With the intention of befriending Yang Chen, Wang Xiancheng was very humble, his face full of a simple and likable smile.

But what almost made Wang Xiancheng collapse was that after introducing himself, Yang Chen frowned and asked in a calm tone, "Wang Xiancheng? A disciple of the Chongyang Palace's current abbot?"

"Oh..." Wang Xiancheng was taken aback when Yang Chen revealed his identity. He looked at his clothes and asked awkwardly, "I was only officially accepted as a disciple a few days ago. How did you know? Has it already become common knowledge?"

Before Yang Chen could respond, Wang Xiancheng said with a troubled look, "What should I do... Before I left the mountain, my master repeatedly warned me not to reveal my identity to anyone. Now that everyone knows, how can I continue my training? If the branch disciples come to visit, it will be one after another, greatly delaying my journey."

Chongyang Palace on Zhongnan Mountain holds a high status in Daoism, known as the ancestral temple of Daoism. Any disciple of the Quanzhen Sect is considered a branch of Chongyang Palace, making Wang Xiancheng's status extremely prestigious.

Yang Chen looked at the worried Wang Xiancheng, who was destined to become the abbot of Chongyang Palace and one of the nine command elders of the Chinese Daoist Alliance... He seemed a bit simple-minded.

Wang Xiancheng, with the Dharma name Miaoyi, is a disciple of the current abbot of Chongyang Palace, Xuanhong Zhenren, and the last disciple he took. He ranks ninth among Xuanhong Zhenren's disciples but is the most talented.

In his previous life, Yang Chen had many dealings with Wang Xiancheng, but when they met, Wang Xiancheng was already an old man with a sage-like appearance...

He never expected to meet the young Wang Xiancheng... Although Yang Chen appeared calm and even a bit cold, he was secretly delighted and made a decision instantly.

"I only heard about this incident by chance. Not many people know your identity," Yang Chen said, seeing Wang Xiancheng's troubled expression. "You're just the ninth junior brother. Who would queue up to see you?"

"That's true..." Wang Xiancheng sighed in relief and looked up, "You haven't told me which school you belong to... Wow, you're already at the third stage at such a young age, right?"

His tone was a bit sour, mixed with envy and jealousy.

After all, among the nine disciples of Xuanhong Zhenren, the weakest was already at the peak of the third stage.

The eldest disciple, Miaochengzi, was a great expert who had almost reached the sixth stage. Only Wang Xiancheng was the weakest among his peers, though his age was a big issue, it still made him uncomfortable.

He thought that since Chongyang Palace was the ancestral temple of Daoism, it was understandable that the disciples were a bit more powerful.

He had hoped to make a name for himself among the younger generation after leaving the mountain, satisfying his vanity... But he never expected to encounter someone younger and more powerful at his first stop!

His intention to befriend Yang Chen was sincere and genuine.

But that didn't stop the envy and jealousy in his heart...

Yang Chen, who had lived for over a hundred years in his previous life, could see through Wang Xiancheng's disguised gaze... Envy and jealousy? Hahaha...

Feeling secretly pleased, he smiled formally and bowed, "I am a disciple of Wufeng Dao, Yang Chen."

The Quanzhen Sect has countless branches, some so small that they are unheard of... like the Wufeng Dao Yang Chen mentioned! Although Wufeng Zhenren was once well-known, after his passing, the lineage fell into a difficult situation.

The name "Wufeng Dao" was unfamiliar to Wang Xiancheng, so he naturally assumed it was a small branch from a remote temple...

But this made him even more uncomfortable... Could the cultivation resources of Chongyang Palace be inferior to those of a remote temple? Why were the gaps so large among young people?

He thought this, but his face showed a smile, "So you're Brother Yang..."

"Cough, cough." Yang Chen interrupted Wang Xiancheng before he could take advantage, "I am a grand-disciple of Wufeng Zhenren. Even your master, Xuanhong Zhenren, is a generation younger than my master... In terms of seniority, you should call me Uncle."

Although Wufeng Dao was not prosperous or well-known, it was a legitimate branch of the Quanzhen Sect, with records in the ancestral temple! The seniority of Chongyang Palace was high, but not infinitely so.

Yang Chen wasn't lying; in terms of seniority, he was indeed on the same level as Xuanhong Zhenren... It could be verified!

Wang Xiancheng, who had hoped to gain some advantage and balance his mindset, was now truly stunned. He said subconsciously, "I didn't read much, don't lie to me..."

Before he could finish, another voice came from nearby...

"Uncle Ancestor! I finally found you..."

Wang Xiancheng turned in surprise and saw Yuching Zhenren, with his gray hair and sage-like appearance, running over and saying, "Uncle Ancestor, everyone has been waiting for you for a day and a night... We finally found you!"

"Everyone? Waiting for me?" Yang Chen was confused, "Who is waiting for me?"

"Your juniors are waiting for you! There are more than ten of them..." Yuching Zhenren smiled bitterly, "They are Wufeng Dao disciples who came from all over to meet you, even the abbot is here..."

"..." Yang Chen was speechless, "Where are they?"

"They are in the guest rooms on the eighth floor of Jinzhou Grand Hotel!"

Yang Chen: "..."