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Chapter 170: The Appearance of an Old Friend
Sky One Tower had returned to tranquility; aside from those present, no one knew what had transpired.
At that moment, a figure emerged from the staircase, clad in a Brocade Robe and Mink Fur. His regal aura made it difficult for anyone to divert their gaze from him.
This man was extraordinarily handsome, possessing a visage that could captivate any woman. However, his brows were Arrogant, resembling two flames burning fiercely—too domineering and dazzling. The slight upward tilt of his eyes caused all the men around to frown in displeasure.
He might be handsome, but did he have to look down on everyone?
Beside this Handsome Man was a silver-haired man who also exuded an air of elegance. He appeared to be a wealthy young master, though he looked somewhat frail. His Pale face bore a sickly pallor, yet there was an unsettling aura of menace emanating from him that made others uncomfortable.
"Greetings to Divine Peng Young Master and Silver Peng Young Master!" the Manager bowed deeply, addressing the two young men.
"Salutations to Divine Peng Young Master!" Many followed suit, offering their respects to Divine Peng Young Master.
Divine Peng, Golden Peng, and Silver Peng were three brothers. Silver Peng Young Master was the youngest but possessed far greater cultivation than Golden Peng Young Master. While Golden Peng focused primarily on royal business, Silver Peng had dedicated himself to training and killing, which explained the barely contained murderous aura surrounding him—one he could not hide even if he tried.
However, Divine Peng Young Master was the foremost among the three. Not only was he exceptionally talented with unparalleled cultivation, but he had also been able to comprehend numerous mysterious scriptures since his youth. It was said that when Divine Peng Young Master was born, a Kunpeng mark formed on his forehead that lingered for a long time. By the age of three, he could read; at six, he practiced swordsmanship; by eight, he began cultivating; and at ten, he established his foundation. He was hailed as the most promising Noble among the royal family.
Yet they did not attend Genius Academy for their studies—not due to lack of ability but because their father entrusted them with the family business. Thus, Divine Peng, Golden Peng, and Silver Peng managed their family's affairs from a young age. Eventually, Divine Peng took over the family business entirely while Golden Peng became a spokesperson for the royal family and Silver Peng continued his training. Despite this arrangement, Divine Peng Young Master’s cultivation remained the highest among them.
After taking over the family business, Divine Peng Young Master expanded their original enterprise significantly. However, for reasons unknown later on, their business suddenly fell under royal control. This is how the title Zhongzhou Royal Family's Third Young Master came about; they were often regarded as the youngest and most accomplished High Priests of the royal family.
Sky One Tower was one of the establishments under Divine Peng Young Master's jurisdiction.
"Who caused trouble here just now?"
As soon as the words were spoken, many people turned their heads, realizing that perhaps the seemingly invincible Royal Third Prince was about to hit a snag.
The speaker was Silver Peng Young Master, his gaze cold as he scanned the crowd. His demeanor caused some of the older members of various sects to feel displeased. Although they were royal and talented, they were still younger than him, and his condescending attitude naturally sparked resentment.
Noticing that everyone's attention was directed toward Xuanfo Temple, Silver Peng Young Master nodded and said, "Causing trouble in my restaurant, don't you monks think you owe us an explanation?"
His eyes were fixed on the direction of Xuanfo Temple, but facing him was Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang's hair had grown to about an inch long, resembling a buzz cut, but this did not detract from his identity as a monk; many could easily tell he was one, and Silver Peng Young Master recognized it too.
However, Zhao Yang ungraciously stepped aside and pointed at Datong Zen Master, who was seated next to the abbot of Xuanfo Temple. "It wasn't me causing trouble; it was that Bald one!"
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
Disciples from various sects sighed and lamented, thinking that this young man was about to be killed by that old pervert Datong.
Silver Peng Young Master was no fool; he had heard of the Divine Monks from Xuanfo Temple. However, he felt no fear. Protected by the royal family, the powerful figures dared not act against him. The Twelve Divine Generals wielded overwhelming power; no one could withstand their wrath.
Even the Five Great Sects would struggle against them.
Ages ago, the Twelve Divine Generals were unparalleled in strength; annihilating the Cultivation world would have been a simple task for them. But if the Cultivation world were destroyed, what would they rule over?
Zhao Yang had no intention of being the scapegoat, but after dodging Silver Peng Young Master’s gaze, he found that it remained fixed on him. "I came looking for you!" Silver Peng Young Master declared.
"Looking for me?" Zhao Yang exclaimed in surprise, feeling once again like a target.
"You killed Golden Peng, didn't you?" Silver Peng Young Master said with anger flashing in his eagle-like eyes as he stared at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang's heart was filled with uncertainty. Had he and Song Baliang's whereabouts at the Hundred Birds Night Market been exposed? Or had the two survivors they left behind sketched their portraits and reported them? At that time, they were both wearing Cloaks, which could block Divine Sense, making it impossible for anyone to see their faces. How could their actions have been revealed?
However, Zhao Yang did not show a hint of surprise on his face. He spoke calmly, "You say I killed Golden Peng Young Master. May I ask for the evidence?"
"You killed Golden Peng at the Hundred Birds Night Market; you can't deny it!" Silver Peng Young Master shouted.
"Where's the evidence?" Zhao Yang continued to ask. No matter how aggressively he was questioned, he only inquired about evidence. Back at the Hundred Birds Night Market, he and Song Baliang had killed Golden Peng Young Master and Duan Wude while wearing Cloaks. He couldn't believe there were surveillance devices recording their actions. After Golden Peng Young Master died, he and Song Baliang searched his body thoroughly, fearing they might miss something. They even turned the corpse into blood; where could any evidence come from?
Silver Peng Young Master snorted, and with a flash of light from his hand, two portraits appeared. As soon as these portraits were revealed, Zhao Yang burst into laughter because they depicted two heads wearing Cloaks—one showing half a bald head and the other with a small tuft of hair.
However, both were seen from behind; their faces were completely hidden.
"Hundred Birds Night Market?!" The Great Compassion Zen Master, seated in the direction of Xuanfo Temple, suddenly twitched his eye and became furious as he realized something.
"Calm down!" The other Divine Monks restrained the Great Compassion Zen Master, fearing that his agitation over his collection would lead him to kill Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang laughed heartily, pointing at Silver Peng Young Master. "Are you joking with me? You accuse me based on these two half-head sketches? There are plenty of bald people in the world; does that mean everyone is a monk from Xuanfo Temple? If being bald makes one a murderer, then can anyone who wants to kill just shave their head and leave a bald silhouette as evidence? When it comes time to capture the murderer, just go to Xuanfo Temple and demand them?"
"You are clearly the one; stop your excuses!" Silver Peng Young Master clung to this lead because everyone knew who the real murderer was.
Zhao Yang replied, "You claim I killed someone without any proof. If I don't admit it, you say I'm making excuses. You already decided in your heart that I was the killer from the start; whether I admit it or not doesn't change your mind. What’s the point of confronting me like this? Moreover, in the Cultivation world, strength is paramount. Golden Peng Young Master was known as Royal Third Prince and carried many prestigious titles; it's rumored he was invincible among his peers. How could someone at my Core Formation Stage easily kill him?"
Silver Peng Young Master's expression darkened as he found himself speechless against Zhao Yang's rebuttal. He had never expected someone in the Cultivation world to deny their actions so adamantly. After this exchange and comparing portraits, nearly everyone believed that Zhao Yang was indeed responsible for killing Golden Peng Young Master. Yet Zhao Yang flatly denied it without any intention of admitting guilt. Even if he did confess, it wouldn't matter much since Xuanfo Temple stood behind him; no matter how much royal protection Royal Third Prince had, he had to weigh Xuanfo Temple's fearsome reputation.
Divine Peng Young Master and Silver Peng Young Master stood at the staircase entrance, their gazes darkened as they looked at Zhao Yang. They silently agreed to find a way to nearly kill him.
At that moment, a young boy suddenly emerged from the crowd. He was about Zhao Yang's age and playfully flicked Zhao Yang on the backside as he passed by before continuing toward the staircase where Divine Peng Young Master and Silver Peng Young Master stood.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Yang felt frustrated, as if he had been taken advantage of.
However, when he saw the back of the boy, an unusual feeling surged within him. The silhouette seemed familiar, quirky, like someone he knew.
The Mischievous Boy walked past Zhao Yang, turning his back to him as he approached Divine Peng Young Master and Silver Peng Young Master.
"Could you move aside? You've been standing here for quite a while, blocking the way," the boy said calmly, with a hint of arrogance and reproach in his tone.
Even Divine Peng Young Master, known for his patience, couldn't help but frown and stepped aside a couple of paces.
Silver Peng Young Master, however, did not budge. He glared at the Mischievous Boy who dared to question them in public, especially in their own establishment!
Since their debut, no one had ever dared to disrespect them like this. Even those who challenged or insulted them had never made them feel this uncomfortable! The boy's calm tone was like a sharp knife piercing their hearts, igniting a surge of murderous impulse within them.
"He moved aside; why don't you? Do you even know there's no restroom on the third floor? It's just a little pride; you've been standing here for ages. Don't you think others might be in urgent need? You don't even understand basic courtesy. Is it because you're a rich young master that you’ve never learned to let others pass? Do you think just because you're the Royal Third Prince you can block others' way? Haven't you heard the saying that good dogs don’t block the road?"
The Mischievous Boy's series of questions left everyone stunned. Such inquiries were far more cutting than mere insults. The Royal Third Prince was indeed arrogant and used to being above others; no one had ever dared to deny them passage or oppose their will. But what this boy said was different. Everyone knew that such people relied on their power and were looked down upon by others. What did it matter how high one's status was if they didn't even understand basic human decency?
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