Chapter 540: Chapter 544: 550: The Black Sandstorm! Ancient Demonic Pattern! (First Update)

“Devil, is this Yang Zhen a devil? He actually wants to take away the tree of the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit?”

“Are you kidding me, Yang Zhen you bastard, stop it. Can a tree of the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit be easily transplanted?”

“Bastard!” Fang Zhongjian’s face changed dramatically, pointing at Yang Zhen and said, “Yang Zhen, dare you touch the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit tree?”

“Huh?”

Yang Zhen turned his head, looked at Fang Zhongjian uncertainly and asked, “If I touch it, what can you do about it? Bite me?”

Having said that, Yang Zhen didn’t even wait for Fang Zhongjian to speak. He suddenly touched the tree of the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit with a gentleness that was like stroking his wife’s thigh.

“How about that, not only did I touch it, I even stroked it, what are you going to do about it?”

Yang Zhen’s words, cheap and taunting, passed through the crowd. Everyone was perplexed. Then, before Fang Zhongjian could even respond, Yang Zhen slapped the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit tree twice.

“The Sao Saint has not only touched it but also slapped it, what are you going to do?”

“You!” Fang Zhongjian’s face turned all shades of colors, and finally it turned iron blue. Staring at Yang Zhen, he ground his teeth and said, “Yang Zhen, you will regret this.”

Yang Zhen glanced at Fang Zhongjian and said indifferently, “I seriously don’t know how people like you think. This doesn’t belong to you, why do you speak as if it’s your wife?”

Like his wife?

She was touched and even slapped?

The gazes of everyone present at Fang Zhongjian seemed to move a notch up their heads subconsciously, but there was no green light to be seen.

The female demon couldn’t help but laugh, bending over in amusement. She looked at Yang Zhen with interest.

“You!”

Fang Zhongjian had no words to retort, he was just generally angry. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he pointed at Yang Zhen and said, “Bastard, if it’s not mine, then it’s yours?”

Everyone present was shocked at Fang Zhongjian’s audacity to even utter such words.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “I’ve already said, it’s not mine. It’s a seed planted by my good brother, cheap cat. So, we can’t dig up our own seeds?”

Having said that, Yang Zhen no longer paid attention to the people outside. He crafted a big and small shovel on the spot, tossed one to cheap cat, and said, “Don’t be stunned, hurry up and dig, we still have other things to find after we’re done.”

Cheap cat looked confusedly at the shovel in his hand, “Is this useful?”

“Nonsense, it’s a divine artifact inherited from five thousand years of civilization, do you think it’s useful?” After glancing at Cheap Cat, Yang Zhen said contemptuously, “Dig with me!”

As he spoke, Yang Zhen started digging with the shovel.

“Oh wow, this thing is good, it can be used like this?” Cheap cat became interested, and the two of them dug tirelessly. In no time at all, a not-so-big thousand-year Daoist Origin Fruit tree was unearthed.

Yang Zhen looked satisfied as he packaged the Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit tree neatly. He turned back towards Fang Zhongjian and the others, and just as he was about to speak, his face changed suddenly.

Boom——!

A thunderous noise filled the air, the terrifying wave of the earth turned wild, and in the blink of an eye, it swept across.

Master Tie’s body quivered, he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and looked incredulously at the sealed area, “Young friend Yang… what did you guys do?”

“What?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback, he shared a look with Cheap Cat, “We didn’t do anything!”

We just dug up a tree, is there a need to make such a big fuss about it?

The wild surges of cosmic energy boiled out, turning the entire restraint system into a bubbling oil, twisting and distorting the surrounding space.

Both Yang Zhen and the scrawny cat broke out in a cold sweat, their eyes bulging as they stared at the location where the energy surge erupted: “Why is it so hot?”

“This is bad; the seals are erupting. Master Tie, quickly break the wards; otherwise, the whole system might get destroyed.” Lu Tianwei said somberly, his face etched with concern.

Fang Zhongjian’s face kept shifting in color, as he anxiously asked, “How did this happen? If the seals get destroyed, none of the Mountain River Academy’s people will be able to leave, and we will all die here.”

Master Tie’s face had turned ghastly pale with a tinge of red. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, “The two of you, get out now!”

Yang Zhen was startled, but quickly shook his head, “We didn’t do this.”

Fang Zhongjian scoffed coldly and sarcastically replied, “So if it’s not you, then it must be us, right? The seals are finely connected; you took away the Daoist Origin Fruit Tree, and it definitely triggered the seals.”

“Bullshit!” The scrawny cat retorted fiercely, “As if I wouldn’t know the things I planted!”

Then, their faces suddenly changed, and the skinny cat said to Yang Zhen, “Shit, I get it. These idiots must have taken away the True Essence’s Heavenly Vein.”

“What?” Yang Zhen was taken aback, “What’s a True Essence Heavenly Vein?”

“The True Essence Heavenly Vein?”

Master Tie was shocked. Without waiting for the cat to explain, he started, “In the last era, the Mountain River Academy indeed had a True Essence Heavenly Vein that ushered vitality into the mountains. It has sprouted in the last ten years, but it was too late and couldn’t escape from the catastrophe.”

Everyone gasped, their fearful and suspicious eyes darting between Master Tie and the scrawny cat.

“No wonder, no wonder!” The skinny cat mumbled to itself, then its face changed abruptly. In a flash, it shot up to Yang Zhen’s head and yelled, “Damn it, boy, run! This place is about to blow.”

Without a word, Yang Zhen grabbed the cat and ran, yelling as he went, “What’s about to blow up? Speak clearly!”

The scrawny cat clung tightly to Yang Zhen’s hair and began a quick explanation: “I remember now. The True Essence Heavenly Vein of this place was suppressing an Ancient Demonic Pattern. Now that the True Essence Heavenly Vein has been moved, the Ancient Demonic Pattern will naturally break out of the Heaven and Earth Sealing and leak out. We’re screwed; everyone at Mountain River Academy will die.”

“What?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback as were the rest who looked extra puzzled. Their faces drastically changed, especially Master Tie, whose face had turned pale white as he stared at the scrawny cat and asked, “Fellow Daoist, are you sure about what you just said?”

The cat turned back fearfully and said, “Of course it’s true. Hurry up and leave. If you don’t leave now, no one will be able to.”

The True Essence Heavenly Vein, the Ancient Demonic Pattern, the Heaven and Earth Sealing.

These were terrifying things just by the sound of it. Yang Zhen pushed his speed to the limit and yelled to Feng Lingqiao hiding behind a rock, “Run! Run as fast as you can!”

When Fang Zhongjian and the others heard the yell of Yang Zhen, they finally came to their senses. Both the cat and Yang Zhen seemed to be in no mood for fooling around, which immediately made their hearts skip a beat.

However, it was too late. Before they could turn around to run, a thunderous boom echoed from inside the restraints. A tidal wave of energy, like a terrifying dragon, shot into the sky, covering everything in sight in an instant.

“Damn it, it’s a Black Sand Storm!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A shout of terror rang through the crowd. Faces drained of color, some stood motionless in utter despair, whispering to themselves, “It’s over. We won’t be able to escape from such a dreadful Black Sand Storm.”

Black Sand Storm!

Hearing that name, Yang Zhen’s heart sank. He’d been warned about it by Feng Lingqiao on their way. If a Black Sand Storm erupted, nobody in the Mountain and River Ruins would escape. Even the mighty ones in the Mahayana Phase would be unable to survive if they were even slightly tainted by it. They would instantly get mummified.

The skinny cat on Yang Zhen’s shoulder also blanched. It yelled at Yang Zhen, “Damn it, run! That’s the Ancient Demonic Pattern!”

The Ancient Demonic Pattern!

Yang Zhen instantly felt the urge to curse.