452: Chapter 452 Witnessing a Hero Saves a "Beauty"

The street looked like an ancient bustling market, with hawkers calling out and inns and restaurants everywhere.

At first glance, it seemed as if things had returned to normal, no different from an ordinary Mortal town.

However, if one looked closely, every peddler and porter here possessed no low level of cultivation.

Even the weakest were at the Core Formation Stage.

At this moment, an old man and a young man were walking side by side.

"Fellow Daoist Daoist Yun Shu, once we arrive here, it won't be like the outside world."

The old man in the white robe was Zhang Mingyuan, who had long since shed his Daoist robes. He spoke to the youth beside him, who was dressed in a green hero's robe, was not tall, and resembled a dashing young man.

"Although the Dao Sect is very powerful, those who can come here are no ordinary people."

"Right now, you and I are on the outer island, so naturally, we have nothing to fear. But once we enter the inner island, you must still be careful and cautious, especially regarding your identity."

"I am naturally aware of this; otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically changed into this appearance."

The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth curled up slightly, seemingly unable to suppress it.

This left Zhang Mingyuan somewhat confused; why was he so excited about hiding his identity?

But what he didn't know was that Zhou Yan's method of hiding his identity was extremely simple and unadorned—he had simply transformed into Feng Xu.

The upper limit of this Feng Xu segment was originally at the Soul Transformation Stage, but in the past, Zhou Yan's cultivation was too low, making it inferior to yuanwu xielü, or what is commonly known as inferior to an AI.

But now it was different.

Zhou Yan had mastered the Power of Law and possessed the cultivation of the Soul Transformation Stage.

With the addition of four Laws, he could fully unleash this segment to the strength of Soul Transformation Perfection.

Others hiding their identities might affect their strength, but for Zhou Yan, hiding his identity now actually enhanced his combat power.

This was an account of the "Number One Person Below Body Integration"! Even if it wasn't complete, it was enough for Zhou Yan to enjoy.

How could he not be excited?

The Dao Sect's flying boat fleet had stopped halfway through the East Sea, hiding in place.

Most Cultivators chose to conceal their appearances and left the flying boats to travel alone.

Some with weaker cultivation remained on the flying boats, responsible for guarding them.

In Zhang Mingyuan's words, even the smallest thing on an Immortal was of great significance to the Mortal world.

Those with profound cultivation naturally did not need to hide their identities; after all, they were all famous figures.

But if those with lower cultivation did not hide in advance, after obtaining benefits, the first people they would be wary of might be the companions they spent every day with.

Therefore, stopping halfway, rushing towards their own Opportunities, and then quietly concealing themselves without leaving a direct trail could be considered an unspoken rule.

Like Zhang Mingyuan, an existence who already stood at the pinnacle of the human world, naturally did not need to change his appearance; he had just taken off his Daoist robes to go through the motions.

But Zhou Yan was different.

The Dao Sect of the Eastern Victorious Divine Continent had recently acquired a Void Refining powerhouse, yet there had been no news of this for a hundred years, which truly made other powerhouses itch with impatience.

To prevent Zhou Yan's Immortal identity from being exposed and encountering misfortune, hiding his identity was necessary.

"Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist, is your Dao name 'Daoist Yun Shu'? Is it your real Dao name or..." Before Zhang Mingyuan could finish, Zhou Yan took the initiative to interrupt him.

"It is naturally fake. When traveling, one gives oneself an identity. Since I need to hide my identity, the Dao name must naturally be fabricated as well."

Old fox, still trying to fish for clues about the Immortal Realm? Even if you die, don't think you'll get any useful information from me.

Trying to scam a pauper is impossible.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Mingyuan was a bit disappointed upon hearing this.

He had indeed wanted to learn something more from the Dao name just now, but unfortunately, he had been seen through.

But it didn't matter; he still had plenty of time after the assembly ended.

After taking Zhou Yan for a general tour of the outer island, Zhang Mingyuan stopped and handed him a token marked with the Heaven-Kowt Assembly emblem.

"Fellow Daoist Daoist Yun Shu, there are still people waiting for me on the inner island, so I won't keep you company any longer."

"This token is one of the props distributed to VIPs on the island."

"With it, you can enter and exit all properties on the outer island freely without needing to pay Spirit Stones."

"Of course, if you wish to trade materials with other Cultivators, you will naturally still need Spirit Stones or to barter."

"Additionally, there is a strand of my Divine Sense imprint in this token. Once you encounter any misfortune, Fellow Daoist, I will rush over to support you at the first Opportunity."

Zhou Yan reached out to take it, weighed the token, and casually tucked it into his robes. "Sect Master Zhang is truly thoughtful; I will accept it then."

Zhang Mingyuan nodded, stroked his beard, and looked toward the inner island.

"Alright, enough idle talk. Your identity is sensitive, Fellow Daoist; it is better to time it right and head to the inner island venue in the last batch."

"At that time, Zheng Dafu will also be on the outer island; you can just have him escort you." After saying this, Zhang Mingyuan walked in the direction he had come from, rather than flying directly to the inner island.

Only after confirming that the other party's Divine Sense no longer covered the vicinity did Zhou Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

This old guy, still leaving a Divine Sense imprint—to put it bluntly, he still doesn't trust me.

Although Zhang Mingyuan's friendliness was off the charts, it was based on the foundation of benefits.

Zhou Yan was a partner tied to him by extreme interests; as long as the interests remained, the "friendship" would remain.

But this interest itself was fake, and it would collapse sooner or later.

At that time, the current friendliness would turn into a storm of rage.

Zhou Yan knew this well, so leaving as soon as possible was the best strategy.

And this Heaven-Kowt Assembly was a good Opportunity.

Powerhouses walked everywhere here, and Nascent Souls were as common as dogs.

One could never be sure if the person passing by was a hidden powerhouse.

Therefore, even Cultivators at Zhang Mingyuan's level only kept their Divine Sense open symbolically to show their status; the actual coverage range was not large, otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically given Zhou Yan the token.

However, Zhou Yan already had a countermeasure in mind, so he was naturally fearless and started strolling down the street.

Truth be told, this place wasn't large, and what he hadn't seen just now, he saw at this moment.

Directly in front of Zhou Yan, two men and one woman seemed to be arguing.

Zhou Yan didn't recognize the two men, but he was incomparably familiar with the woman.

After inquiring slightly from passersby, Zhou Yan understood the cause and effect.

It turned out that one of the men came from a clan in the Southern Jambudvipa Continent, had some reputation, and had achieved the Nascent Soul Stage at a young age, so it was inevitable that he was a bit arrogant and domineering.

He had just arrived when he saw this beautiful woman and was instantly mesmerized, stepping forward to harass her.

Just then, a youth full of a sense of justice stood up and blocked him in the middle.

It was just a pity that the youth's strength was lacking, only having Core Formation cultivation. Seeing that after reasoning, the other party became furious, the youth was likely going to suffer.

The woman, who had been blocked by the youth, seemed to suddenly notice something, and her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Zhou Yan.

The moment she saw him, she smiled, and then a sound transmission entered Zhou Yan's Sea of Consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that your strength is extraordinary. Could you please take action and help this youth out of his predicament? After all, this matter started because of me. Rest assured, there will be a generous reward afterward."

Zhou Yan's expression at this moment was incomparably strange.

A hero saving a beauty—a common plot in novels.

But if the beauty is not ordinary, that is a common plot in Xuanhuan novels.

The youth protects a pretty girl out of a sense of justice, and the girl is a hidden powerhouse who repays the kindness afterward—it should have been a heartwarming story.

Only... Zhou Yan shook his head, gently pushed aside the people in front, and walked to the side of the clan man.

"Damn it, one or two of you, didn't you check the almanac!" The man seemed to have been cursed at by the youth for a long time, and in a fit of rage, he made a move to push the approaching Zhou Yan. "Dare to bump into me? Who the hell are you!"

However, a wisp of breeze blew by, and the man lunged at empty air, unexpectedly kneeling on the ground.

He was stunned at first, then a nameless fire surged into his heart.

He took off his outer garment, bare-chested, and performed a set of punches with great vigor, drawing cheers from the onlookers.

After finishing his punches, he bowed, then swaggered through the crowd and walked toward the street.

He kept shouting as he walked.

"My blade-shield! My blade-shield!" No one understood what he meant, only thinking that he was about to look for a blade-shield Magic Treasure.

Until his father arrived, saw this scene, and was suddenly furious, slapping him awake.

And after waking up, the man realized what had happened. Before the shame could rise, he felt fear first, because his father had already picked up a long blade and was going to chop this embarrassing guy to death himself!

He turned and ran into the distance, shouting as he ran.

"Father! I am your own son! Slow down, Father!"

But the old man still wouldn't let him go, carrying the long blade and chasing relentlessly, shouting as he chased.

"It doesn't matter! My blade is blunt, it will be slow when I cut you later, I hope you can bear it!"

A grandfather carrying a long blade chasing a naked man—this scene was rare in a place almost entirely filled with practitioners.

The bored crowd, seeing some fun, chased after them, and the original crowd dispersed.

Only the youth, the woman, and Zhou Yan remained.

Watching the youth look at the woman with shyness in his eyes, Zhou Yan couldn't help but shudder, gesturing for the two of them to chat while he walked to the side, closing his eyes and ears.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sweat for the youth.

Hopefully, he will never know the truth in this life.