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Chapter 1131: Chapter 1158: The Pirate King’s Treasure Reappears! (Part 1) Chapter 1131: Chapter 1158: The Pirate King’s Treasure Reappears! (Part 1) Seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, seeing a mountain as still a mountain!

As soon as these words came out, all the ordinary practitioners at the scene nearly jumped and cursed out loud!

What the hell is this gibberish?

It’s simply contradictory, the latter part slapping the face of the former.

Those practitioners who still held a glimmer of hope for Yang Zhen all turned their heads away, unable to bear watching anymore.

If you have something useful to say, just say it already, otherwise the Sword Demon is going to rip your head off. Just look at what you’ve said!

Understanding “seeing a mountain as a mountain” is one thing, but what the hell does “seeing a mountain as not a mountain” mean?

Can a mountain really become a sword?

Who is the Sword Demon?

The one who has understood concepts like “everything is subject to time” and “everything can become a sword,” you speak to him with these words?

I’m afraid in the next moment, the Sword Demon will take Yang Zhen’s life amid sneering laughter.

Just when everyone thought Yang Zhen was a goner, the Sword Demon suddenly furrowed his brow and stared at Yang Zhen, saying, “Kid, what do you mean by these words?”

Is this… a request for instruction?

As soon as the Sword Demon’s words came out, everyone was dumbstruck as if turned into wooden chickens.

Words that even toes know are nonsense actually piqued the Sword Demon’s interest, and he even had the demeanor of seeking advice?

It wasn’t just the onlookers who were shocked; Nine Dragons and Heaven Mountain Holy Lord were also taken aback, watching the Sword Demon warily, fearing a sudden thrust of his sword would leave Yang Zhen decapitated.

However, it was clear that Nine Dragons Saint and Heaven Mountain Holy Lord were also confounded by Yang Zhen’s statement.

A crowd of people all turned their gaze on Yang Zhen, who was anything but proud. Instead, he was nervous as hell.

He had no clue what “seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain” meant. Speaking the words was easy, as almost anyone from Azure Planet could say it.

But uttering it and explaining it were two different matters. There’s no standard interpretation for this phrase–there could be a hundred explanations for a hundred people.

No matter which interpretation, it sounds profound, but upon closer inspection, it’s not worth chewing on.

Atop another peak, Zhou Tong muttered to himself, repeating Yang Zhen’s words twice, his eyes growing brighter, but moments later he shook his head and laughed, saying, “It sounds impressive, but if he can’t explain it well, the kid is going to be in trouble.”

Meanwhile, Heaven Mountain Holy Lord and Nine Dragons Saint were already bracing themselves for a desperate struggle.

Facing the Sword Demon’s inquiry, Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said, “Actually, I haven’t fully understood the meaning of this phrase. I have only grasped the second level, ‘seeing a mountain as not a mountain’!”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Zhen.

Originally, everyone thought that Yang Zhen would force an explanation. Even if he couldn’t gain the Sword Demon’s approval, at least he could articulate something. But who would have thought that Yang Zhen would be so honest, openly admitting his lack of complete understanding?

What kind of move was this?

Zhou Tong on the nearby peak hurriedly adjusted his gourd, shaking off the water on his body, almost frantic with anxiety.

“This damn kid, speaking in half-truths, who did he learn this bad habit from?”

The Sword Demon hmphed coldly, scrutinizing Yang Zhen from head to toe as if trying to discern whether Yang Zhen was telling the truth.

But given Yang Zhen’s current realm, if Yang Zhen didn’t speak, who could see through his thoughts?

Someone once said, when you speak, mix three parts truth with seven parts of falsehood. With such words, not even the gods could tell which part is true and which is false.

It just happened that Yang Zhen was too deep in character, almost believing his own words.

The Sword Demon looked over Yang Zhen for a long moment, unable to discern anything, and stared at him intently, “If you haven’t fully understood, does that mean this insight didn’t come from you?”

He took the bait, the Sword Demon was completely hooked.

Yang Zhen had him led by the nose.

The bystanders around were baffled when they saw the Sword Demon’s inquiry, their eyes filled with confusion. Was that even possible?

This bastard, the Sword Demon, did he sever his own brains along with his Dao of the sword?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with tense faces. If Yang Zhen couldn’t explain himself satisfactorily, all his previous groundwork would serve only as a prelude to his spectacular demise. Who knew if he could continue spinning his tale?

It would have been better to say that he had understood it himself. After all, the understanding of the profound principles of the cosmos is unique to every individual. Even identical twins, who share a closer bond than most, have their own interpretations of the cosmic Dao, a fact well known to everyone present.

By saying that he hadn’t come to this understanding himself, wasn’t Yang Zhen digging his own grave?

Unnoticed, Zhou Tong had moved from another mountaintop to where Yang Zhen and the others were. He pushed through the crowd, shoving his way deeper inside. This irritated the other practitioners, who were just about to scold him when they saw Zhou Tong and were taken aback, quickly making way for him.

This was a figure neither the Nine Dragons Saint nor the Heaven Mountain Holy Lord would dare to provoke lightly–who would dare to stir trouble?

“Kid, make it clear, where did you hear this from?”

Zhou Tong’s words caused quite a stir.

The practitioners who thought Yang Zhen was spouting nonsense were taken aback, looking incredulously at Zhou Tong.

Who was Zhou Tong?

An elder of Sky Termination Gate, an existence who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

As the saying goes, with age comes wisdom–what sights hadn’t he seen, what profound truths hadn’t he heard of?

Yet now, he had taken an interest in a sentence uttered by Yang Zhen and made a point of asking about it in the midst of the crowd?

This was unprecedented. Zhou Tong hadn’t shown interest in worldly affairs for who knows how many years.

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Zhen was also taken aback; he hadn’t expected that his words would attract such an eccentric individual like Zhou Tong.

This was no time to be careless. After all, the craftiness of an old figure like Zhou Tong was not to be underestimated.

The Sword Demon’s face flickered with a mix of suspicion and uncertainty. Even if he had severed his own brains, he obviously knew Zhou Tong was not to be trifiled with. At the very least, if Zhou Tong joined forces with the Heaven Mountain Holy Lord and the Nine Dragons Saint, there was no way the Sword Demon could prevail. He stared at Zhou Tong with a cloudy expression for a moment.

Zhou Tong waved his hand dismissively and said, “Kid, don’t worry about it. I have no interest in your feuds. I’m merely curious about what this young man said.”

When everyone heard Zhou Tong calling the Sword Demon ‘kid,’ they were all shocked.

The Sword Demon’s face looked somewhat somber, yet he did not retort. Instead, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing Zhou Tong’s comment.

Yang Zhen sighed.

That sigh made everyone present hold their breath.

After scanning the crowd, Yang Zhen began to elaborate, “It was a stormy night, with goose-feather snow falling from the sky…”

“Get to the point!” the Sword Demon interrupted and reprimanded Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen glanced at the Sword Demon and replied, “What do you know? This is called ambiance, the environment reflecting one’s state of mind. Even the kids in our village who study composition understand it better than you do.”

The Sword Demon was taken aback and his face darkened even more.

Yang Zhen continued unabashed, “That year, I was still a child, traveling through the East Sea, when I heard a barbaric legend…”

A barbaric legend?

Upon hearing these four words, everyone’s eyes lit up, including Zhou Tong’s.

Anything related to the barbaric lands was of no small consequence–this everyone knew full well.

“What legend?” the Sword Demon asked eagerly, his dark pupils gleaming.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and declared, “The East Sea, the Pirate King’s treasure!”

Indeed, the Pirate King’s treasure, mentioned once more by Yang Zhen.

Legends are born from repeated mentions, after all.

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