Chapter 410: You Are That Lu Yang Who Even Dared to Beat the Judges?

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Brother Zhao was an experienced traveler of the martial world. While the young ladies of the Ye and Wenren families were venturing out for the very first time, he had already been roaming for two or three years, possessed of ample experience.

Throughout their journey together, his seasoned background naturally cast him as the eldest brother among the trio.

Yet never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that of three fine brothers, he would end up being the only actual male!

If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face in the martial world again?

Lu Yang patted Brother Zhao on the shoulder, offering a gesture of consolation.

Brother Zhao, however, felt not the slightest bit consoled.

It was still his living corpse that remained the finest companion; at the very least, it would never deceive him.

Miss Ye’s eyes grew red as she looked at everyone with deep reluctance. "My departure from home was permitted by my family, but they strictly demanded that I must not expose my identity as a woman. The moment it was revealed, I would have to return home immediately."

Originally, she had thought that even if her identity were exposed, it would be worth it if she could confess her feelings to Brother Wenren. Should Brother Wenren accept her confession, she could have him marry into the Ye family, allowing him to enjoy a life of immense wealth and splendor.

As things stood now, she had merely been indulging in beautiful daydreams.

Not only was her identity exposed, forcing her to return home per the agreement, but her confession had also ended in failure, having been rejected right on the spot.

Her cheeks burned a fiery red. Even if her clan had not mandated her return, she would have been too embarrassed to remain here any longer.

Miss Wenren wore a similar expression, bidding farewell to the group with a heavy, low voice. "I belong to the Wenren clan of Liangzhou. My situation is much the same as Miss Ye's. The clan elders claimed that my thumb ring was a spiritual treasure of the highest quality, absolutely impossible to see through unless I chose to expose myself. Now that I have done so, I have no choice but to go home."

Just when Lu Yang had asked which of the three was a woman in disguise, her face had shifted drastically. Believing that Lu Yang had seen through her disguise, she had been on the verge of removing the ring to lift the illusion and confess her feelings to Brother Ye. To her surprise, Brother Ye had beaten her to the punch by exposing himself first, leaving her a step behind.

Though the ultimate outcome was largely the same.

The Wenren clan of Liangzhou was a family Lu Yang had heard a thing or two about. They were a branch that had split off from the Barbarian race, changing their surname from the Barbarian clan name to Wenren before migrating to Liangzhou.

If one traveled near the Western Regions, they would discover many individuals with bronze-colored skin there.

If one were to truly trace the lineage, Miss Wenren might very well be related to Mangu.

"You are from the Wenren family?"

Miss Ye was astonished. As a member of another prominent Liangzhou family, she had naturally heard of the Wenren clan.

"Yes, my name is Wenren Hui."

"Shall we travel back home together, so we can look out for each other?"

"Willingly."

"Shall I escort the two of you?" Brother Zhao offered. As their leader, despite having been deceived, he still maintained the magnanimity of an elder brother.

"No need, no need," the two women hastily declined. Having deceived him all this way, they were far too embarrassed to trouble Brother Zhao any further.

Having seen the two ladies off, only Lu Yang, Brother Zhao, and a completely unresponsive living corpse remained.

"Right, I haven't had the chance to introduce myself properly. My name is Lu Yang, from the Daoist Sect." Lu Yang emerged from the shock of the dual cross-dressing revelations, only just remembering that he had yet to introduce himself.

Brother Zhao’s eyes widened instantly as he stared at Lu Yang in utter disbelief. He had never expected the other party to possess such a grand background, which explained how he could see through the disguises of the two ladies that he himself had remained blind to. "You are from the Daoist Sect?!"

"Wait, Lu Yang? The very same Lu Yang who displayed magnificent prowess at the Qingzhou Grand Ceremony, overwhelming the crowd to seize first place, and even struck the judges?!"

Brother Zhao was thoroughly shocked. Who among the younger generation in the cultivation world recently had not heard the name Lu Yang? Members of the Five Great Immortal Sects were already widely watched, and coupled with Lu Yang’s grand feat of fighting the Foundation Establishment stage as a Golden Core cultivator alongside his exploit of beating the judges, it was nigh impossible not to notice him.

Lu Yang had been cultivating continuously of late without leaving the Daoist Sect; otherwise, he would have long discovered that the outside world was rife with discussions about him and Meng Jingzhou.

"Hold on, what do you mean I even dared to beat the judges... though that doesn't exactly seem wrong either."

He had clearly just challenged fellow geniuses of the Immortal Sects. How had the rumors twisted it into him beating up the judges by the time it spread?

Who on earth had spread this? To fabricate a rumor with such a high level of artistry!

"Senior Brother Lu may not have heard of me. I am Zhao Po of the Corpse Driving Sect."

Zhao Po spoke with humility. He was considered exceptionally outstanding among the younger generation, yet compared to Lu Yang, he still paled slightly in comparison.

"I've just heard of you, the number two of the Corpse Driving Sect."

Lu Yang recalled a piece of rather useless intelligence he had purchased at the chamber of commerce: The grand sect tournament of the Corpse Driving Sect had concluded, and the victor was named Huang Ming, just turned eighteen, with a cultivation at the early Golden Core stage, who had been taken in as a personal disciple by the Sect Master. The runner-up was named Zhao Po, also just turned eighteen, at the early Golden Core stage.

"It was second place in the grand sect tournament," Zhao Po corrected Lu Yang's phrasing.

"It's practically the same. Let's go, ahead is my brother Meng Jingzhou, whom you should have heard of." Lu Yang smiled, delighted to unexpectedly encounter someone from the Corpse Driving Sect here, which would certainly save them a great deal of trouble.

Zhao Po’s eyes lit up. He too had never anticipated that a random passerby he pulled from the roadside would be the wildly famous Lu Yang, with the equally renowned Meng Jingzhou waiting just ahead.

Though the moment Lu Yang appeared, his own little team had instantly disbanded.

"Wasn't there a clash of great powers up ahead? Can we pass through?"

"What clash of powers? Old Meng was struck by a curse that causes all women to stay far away from him. That is the sole reason you all were unable to advance for so long!" Lu Yang found joy in the absurdity, bursting into laughter.

Zhao Po was visibly startled by this curse. "There exists such a curse? Did the Valley of Seven Emotions cast it? No, that can't be right, how would the Valley of Seven Emotions ever dare cast a curse on someone from your Daoist Sect?"

"It's rather complicated to explain. Our purpose in coming to the Desolate Province is precisely to resolve this issue."

The two arrived at the location of the carriage. By this time, the rain had cleared to reveal a bright sky, and Meng Jingzhou had already completely cleared the path blocked by the mudslide. Currently, he had brought out his barbecue gear and was eating with great relish.

"Haha, Old Meng, I'm back! I experienced quite a lot along the way. What? You're asking me what happened? Well, I must tell you all about it in thorough detail!" Regardless of whether Meng Jingzhou had actually asked, Lu Yang launched into a recital of his journey without giving him a choice.

"Let me tell you, it's a profound pity you didn't go. After setting out, I first encountered two wealthy young ladies being held hostage. I performed a heroic rescue of the beauties, and they wished to offer themselves in marriage. Later, I came across a chivalrous maiden guarding a caravan who was being ambushed. I saved her as well, and she was so deeply grateful that she hinted I could visit her security bureau to marry her. Then I stumbled upon a martial arts tournament for a marriage proposal—and I must say, the young lady was quite fair to look upon."

"Upon reaching a nearby city, I encountered a wicked young master harassing a woman in the street. How could I tolerate that? I struck decisively, beating the young one and then the old one, thoroughly taming their entire household in one breath. The harassed woman even claimed her grand debt of gratitude could never be repaid, wishing to offer herself in marriage as well."

"Tell me, how could the experiences along this short path be so incredibly rich? Wouldn't you agree, Old Meng?" Lu Yang shook his head, wearing an expression of lingering longing.

Meng Jingzhou's eyes turned crimson with jealousy.

Zhao Po remained silent on the side, pondering whether he should stand by and watch or step in to help if a fight were to break out in a moment.

He had heard that both of them were at the early Golden Core stage, and since he was also at the early Golden Core stage, if they truly started fighting, he should presumably be able to break them apart.