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The man looked at Zhao Yang, who was sipping his drink, and arrogantly said, "I wonder if this friend could spare a seat?"
His tone was neither warm nor cold, and he seemed somewhat reluctant. Behind him stood another man accompanying a beautiful woman, chatting and laughing. It was clear that this man had been sent to find a seat.
At that moment, the first floor of Sky One Tower was filled with tables, yet there were only a few people standing. The three young men swaggered over to Zhao Yang's table, naturally attracting the attention of most onlookers.
"Hey, isn't that a disciple of the Flying Immortal Sect? I heard that the Flying Immortal Sect is a rising new sect that was just established after the Demon-Slaying War. They only accept young talents who are handsome; their cultivation methods are strange and varied. These people are arrogant and dismissive of others. Many who dared to speak against them have been killed," someone whispered nearby.
Currently, the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect looked at a calm young man at the table and sighed, for in the entire hall, only Zhao Yang sat alone at his table.
Zhao Yang preferred solitude, so he had chosen a seat by the window. However, that spot could accommodate four people and was quite expensive. Generally, those who came to Sky One Tower for tea and drinks were not short on money, and Zhao Yang certainly had plenty.
Seeing Zhao Yang remain silent, the man’s displeasure grew evident as he asked again, "I wonder if you could spare a seat?"
Zhao Yang lifted his head, first furrowing his brow before glancing at the man and saying, "Sure."
His response surprised everyone because they had assumed he was angry when he frowned. In the world of cultivation, conflicts often led to life or death situations, but no one expected him to yield.
The disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect clearly took advantage of him being alone. Many thought Zhao Yang did not recognize them as members of the sect when he frowned, but it seemed he understood something and chose not to provoke trouble.
However, some began to murmur quietly among themselves: "Look at him; he seems so dull-witted. I thought he was someone impressive, but it turns out he's just a coward who doesn't dare to stand out."
Zhao Yang shook his head, unwilling to engage. He was young but had an old soul; he didn’t care about trivial matters.
Yet it seemed he sensed a murderous intent approaching. Turning to the man beside him, Zhao Yang asked, "Why do you harbor such killing intent towards me?"
He remained gentle and refined—not because he was pretending to be calm but because he genuinely did not understand or was uncertain about the situation.
"Are you mocking me?" The man’s face darkened as he glared at Zhao Yang, furious because although Zhao Yang had said yes, he still hadn’t moved.
At that moment, the beautiful woman behind him suddenly scolded, "I say, Li, is it really that difficult to find a seat? You can't do anything right!"
Zhao Yang understood what was happening. He had intended to get up and leave, but being urged to go by someone made him feel compelled to stay. He simply didn't like being rushed by others. "There are plenty of other seats in the hall. If you want to sit here, that's fine by me. But as you can see, this table can accommodate four people. There are three of you; is there someone else coming?"
"Whether someone else is coming or not is our business. Who do you think you are to sit at the same table with us?" came the voice of another man from the group.
"Alright, I’m not worthy," Zhao Yang replied, surprising everyone once again.
His response astonished everyone present, even the three members of the Flying Immortal Sect were taken aback. They had never heard such an answer before, at least not in the cultivation world—a realm filled with violence and mystery.
The usual responses would have been, "You’re simply bullying us," or "Do you think you're superior?" followed by anger or even a fight.
Yet Zhao Yang truly shocked everyone when he said he was unworthy.
In the cultivation world, this was considered a disgraceful thing.
However, some still believed that this handsome young man was not a coward; he was simply being humble.
To their disappointment, Zhao Yang calmly took a sip of tea and then turned to leave.
The young man appeared somewhat solitary, evoking a strange feeling in many hearts as he actually got up and walked away. His seat was a prime location by the window, surrounded by potted flowers and plants, with spirit stones embedded in the railing—an expensive spot. Generally, someone sitting there wouldn't be a Loose Cultivator since it cost at least five Red Essence Stones. Yet he had actually backed down and left.
His expression remained calm, neither happy nor sad.
At that moment, one of the men from the Flying Immortal Sect called out to Zhao Yang, "Wait!"
Zhao Yang paused, took a deep breath, turned around, and asked the man, "Is there any other instruction?"
The man replied, "Are you just going to walk away like this?"
Zhao Yang asked in confusion, "What else should I do? How should I walk?"
The man was clearly on the verge of exploding. A hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes as he said, "Die, or get out!"
Zhao Yang smiled. His patience stemmed not from anything else but from the fact that the people of the Flying Immortal Sect were indeed handsome. It would be a pity to kill them, so he decided to give them a chance. After all, he had learned the value of cherishing life for many years in his past life; he felt that killing at will was wrong.
However, just because something was wrong didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it. Even a person with good cultivation could feel anger. Zhao Yang wanted to give everyone a chance, but in this world, some people deserved to die. People could be categorized not by their goodness or badness but by whether they deserved to live or die.
Zhao Yang turned and looked at the now-seated Beautiful Woman and said, "I’ve given many people chances before, but most didn’t listen. I’ll give you a chance too. If you can kill the person next to you within half a stick of incense's time, I will let you go."
The dramatic shift left everyone stunned again. Was this the same gentle and refined youth from before? Was he joking?
"Do you really think that after learning Dao techniques for just a few days, you can defeat us?" the Beautiful Woman scoffed.
The furious man shouted, "You’re about to die and still making jokes?"
"No, I'm not joking, nor have I ever joked. To be precise, I never joke with strangers," Zhao Yang said seriously. Then, in front of everyone, he lit an incense stick that seemed to come from nowhere and held it in his hand, looking at the Beautiful Woman with interest as if inviting her to make her move.
"Is this boy out of his mind?" someone whispered nearby.
"Even if he's not crazy and actually has some skills, provoking the Flying Immortal Sect like this—does he really think he can walk out of the imperial city?"
Clearly, this was yet another story of a solitary youth standing against a powerful force—a tale that unfolded daily in the imperial city. But there was only one ending: the youth would fall.
The impression this young man left was profound, not only because of his handsome features and calm demeanor but also due to his eloquence, his aura, and the unexpected words he spoke.
“Li Shidi, why aren’t you taking action to kill him? Are you still worried about embarrassing the Flying Immortal Sect?” A man seated at the table scolded, urging the standing man to act.
However, everyone soon noticed that the man standing beside Zhao Yang had a twisted expression, struggling in pain. He held a chopstick in his trembling hand, slowly moving it toward his head—specifically, toward his eye. His movements were sluggish, and he was drenched in sweat, veins bulging on his hands and face as if he were being controlled by Divine Sense.
“Li Shidi, what’s wrong with you?!” The man at the table exclaimed, suddenly standing up and pointing at Zhao Yang. “You’ve controlled his Divine Sense! Are you using Mind Control? You’re Yuan Lie!”
Yuan Lie had annihilated one of the Five Major Sects, the Overlord Sect, using the Forbidden Technique of Mind Control. This was well-known across the land and instilled fear in many. The onlookers gasped and hurriedly surrounded Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang shook his head and said, “I’m not Yuan Lie. I don’t wish to explain further. If you think that having numbers means you can kill Yuan Lie, feel free to come and try.”
At that moment, Zhao Yang’s words were still somewhat casual, yet they carried an undeniable weight. Those who had gathered began to retreat. According to rumors, Yuan Lie’s Mind Control could seize anyone at any time and could control all those he encountered once he reached a certain level! Although they were confident in their own cultivation and Divine Sense, they felt insignificant compared to the genius Yuan Lie. After all, he was a person who had single-handedly destroyed one of the Five Great Sects!
Anyone from the Five Great Sects was far more powerful than they were.
The commotion at Sky One Tower caught the attention of a Waiter. The Waiter at Sky One Tower was also a cultivator and an elite disciple from the royal family. He had seen countless people while honing his own path and was quite perceptive.
He rushed over upon hearing the noise and witnessed Zhao Yang casually glance at the man from Flying Immortal Sect before driving the chopstick into the man’s eyeball, emerging from the back of his head.
With a splatter—
Brain matter mixed with blood sprayed everywhere as gasps filled the air; some Sisters immediately retched.
“You are so bold to dare commit murder in Sky One Tower! What punishment do you deserve?!” The Waiter scolded. Although he didn’t want to offend anyone, he wasn’t afraid of any sects. Even members of Flying Immortal Sect wouldn’t dare act recklessly within Sky One Tower. Yet this person had killed someone from Flying Immortal Sect right under Central Sovereign's nose; how could he not reprimand him?
Hearing this, Zhao Yang turned around and looked at the Waiter. “What do you think I deserve?”
It was clear that no matter how good Zhao Yang's temper was, he was on the verge of anger.
When the waiter saw Zhao Yang, he gasped as if he had seen a ghost, nearly falling over. Trembling, he pointed at Zhao Yang and said, "It's you! You’re still alive!"
The waiter recognized Zhao Yang because it was this person who had killed one of the Royal Third Princes, Golden Peng Young Master, and had also led his friend Nangong Wuxin to slay the exceptionally talented Divine Peng Young Master. What was most unacceptable was that this person had nearly caused the entire royal family to be annihilated.
All of the royal family's top combat powers had perished in battle against him, leaving them utterly defeated at the hands of the legendary woman, Consort of Rain.
Thus, the waiter remembered clearly. He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of choking fear and trepidation as he said, "You are innocent, my friend."
After saying that, the waiter stumbled away. It was absurd; how could he provoke someone whom even the entire dynasty could not defeat?
Onlookers exchanged curious glances. Who was this person? Why was the waiter so afraid of him? After all, he was a member of the royal family. Although the royal family had fallen from grace, everyone knew that a dying camel is bigger than a horse.
Zhao Yang turned around to look at the restless woman from Flying Immortal Sect and pointed at the incense burner in his hand. "Aren't you going to make your move? Your time is running out."
His tone was indifferent, leaving no room for negotiation.
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