195: Chapter 195 This is the Shen family's ancestral precept!

Yuyang City, one of the thirty-six main cities in the Southern Region, is located in the heart of the Southern Region. Its transportation is well-developed, its markets are prosperous, and Cultivators from all sides come and go all year round.

However, Yuyang City was even more bustling today than usual.

Cultivators flowed through the city gates in an endless stream—some flying on swords, some riding Spirit Beasts, and others arriving on foot in groups of three or five. Every one of them had a steady aura, with sharp glints flashing in their eyes.

The news of the Sacred Tower relic's emergence had already spread throughout the entire Southern Region.

The Three Great Holy Lands, the Seven Great Sects, and Loose Cultivators from all walks of life flocked here.

The guards at the city gate were overwhelmed. Checking identity tokens, registering names, and collecting Spirit Stones for entry—they were all sweating profusely, flustered and chaotic.

"Make way, make way! The people from Burning Flame Ancient Land are here!"

An overbearing voice exploded from within the crowd.

A team of people was seen galloping from afar. At the lead was a crimson war chariot pulled by three Fire Scale Beasts. Standing on the chariot were several young men and women, all dressed in red robes, with scorching auras swirling around them.

Wherever the chariot passed, the air was scorched until it twisted and deformed. The Cultivators on the road hurriedly dodged, their eyes filled with apprehension.

"Burning Flame Ancient Land, one of the Three Great Holy Lands of the Southern Region, is truly imposing!"

"I heard that the one leading the Burning Flame Ancient Land team this time is Lie Yangzi, who is a Genius at the seventh level of the Dharma Image Realm!"

"Tsk tsk, the Sacred Tower relic—now we're in for a good show."

Whispers rose and fell one after another.

At the city gate, three figures were mixed in the crowd, waiting in line quietly.

They were Shen Quan, Shen Chong, and Sun Buer.

Shen Quan was wearing a dusty, old robe, and a bamboo hat on his head that covered most of his face, making him look just like an ordinary Loose Cultivator.

Shen Chong was also dressed plainly, having restrained his aura, making him look like he was only at the first or second level of the Soul Fire Realm, completely unremarkable.

Sun Buer stood beside the two of them, and seeing their getup, the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

"I say, is it really necessary for you two?"

He lowered his voice, his tone full of confusion.

"What kind of status does your Shen Family have in the Southern Region now? You're the ruthless characters who even destroyed the Tiangang Sect! Even Yinxian Village and Xuanyu Palace treat you with courtesy! Is there any need for you to be so secretive?"

Shen Quan adjusted his bamboo hat and said with a straight face, "Brother Sun, you don't understand. This is my Shen Family's ancestral precept—cultivate low-key, do not harbor grudges against the living, and do not hold grievances against the dead."

Sun Buer: "..."

Do not harbor grudges against the living, and do not hold grievances against the dead?

Why does this ancestral precept sound so familiar?

He thought about it carefully, and his expression suddenly became strange.

Do not harbor grudges against the living—that means killing all the living, so naturally there are no grudges.

Do not hold grievances against the dead—everyone is already dead, so how can there be grievances?

So your Shen Family's ancestral precept is just to kill everyone?

"Brother Quan is right." Shen Chong nodded, his expression calm. "When out and about, it's best to be cautious. Although our Shen Family has some strength, we shouldn't make enemies everywhere."

Sun Buer opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found himself speechless.

Your Shen Family already destroyed the Tiangang Sect, and you're still afraid of making enemies?

But seeing their resolute expressions, he couldn't be bothered to persuade them anymore.

"Fine, fine, fine. You want to be low-key, you call the shots."

The three of them followed the flow of people and slowly entered Yuyang City.

The scene inside the city was even more lively than outside.

On both sides of the streets, restaurants and teahouses stood in great numbers, and various shops were lined up in rows. Cries of vendors, bargaining, and laughter mixed together, making it extraordinarily noisy.

But the most eye-catching ones were the Cultivators wearing the attire of various Sects.

The red robes of the Burning Flame Ancient Land, the white Taoist robes of the Tianxuan Sect, the green combat attire of the Yinxian Village, the black sword uniforms of the Wanjian Sect, the light purple brocade robes of the Xuanyu Palace...

Dozens of Sects, both large and small, from the Southern Region had almost all sent people over.

"So many people." Shen Quan lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. "Just the ones I've seen at the Dharma Image Realm number in the dozens."

Sun Buer nodded, his expression also becoming a bit more solemn. "The emergence of the Sacred Tower relic is no small matter. A Saint-Grade relic is an Opportunity that is hard to come by in thousands of years within the entire Southern Region. Naturally, no faction would want to miss it."

He paused, then lowered his voice. "But don't worry, the Sacred Tower has a Restriction; only Cultivators with a bone age under thirty can enter. Those old fogies can't get in and can only stare blankly from the outside."

"That's good then." Shen Quan breathed a sigh of relief and grinned. "Under thirty? I really don't fear anyone!"

Shen Chong didn't speak, but a trace of Battle Intent flashed in his eyes.

The three of them passed through a few streets and arrived in front of a secluded courtyard.

The gate was slightly ajar, and a few stalks of emerald bamboo were planted in front of it, swaying in the wind and rustling.

"This is a villa the Pavilion Master had someone prepare in advance. The environment is secluded, and no one will disturb you." Sun Buer pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped aside. "You two, please."

Shen Quan and Shen Chong did not stand on ceremony and walked in with large strides.

The courtyard was not large, but it was laid out very elegantly.

The ground was paved with bluestone, with winding paths leading to seclusion. In the courtyard, there was a small spiritual spring, bubbling away, with Spiritual Qi swirling about.

A few ancient pine trees were lush and dripping with green, and the stone table and stools under the trees were cleaned until they were spotless.

"Not bad, not bad." Shen Quan nodded with satisfaction and sat down on a stone stool. "I've troubled the Pavilion Master. When we go back, we must personally visit to thank him."

Sun Buer chuckled, took out a pot of Spirit Wine and a few small dishes from his embrace, and placed them on the table.

"You two have traveled such a long way, eat something first to fill your stomachs. The Sacred Tower hasn't opened yet, let's conserve our energy first."

Shen Quan's eyes lit up, and he picked up the wine cup and gulped it down.

"Good wine!"

The smile on Sun Buer's face grew even wider as he diligently poured wine for the two.

After three rounds of drinks, the courtyard gate was suddenly knocked on from the outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was urgent and carried a hint of impatience.

Sun Buer frowned, put down his wine cup, and walked toward the courtyard gate.

"Who is it?"

He pulled open the courtyard gate and saw a youth in brocade clothes standing outside, about eighteen or nineteen years old. His features were decent, but his eyes revealed arrogance, his chin was slightly raised, his nostrils were pointed at the sky, and his whole body radiated an aura that screamed "I'm not to be trifled with."

Behind him followed several attendants, all with steady auras, the weakest of whom was at the Huahong Realm.

"Who are you?" The youth in brocade clothes looked Sun Buer up and down, his tone contemptuous.

Sun Buer's face darkened. "And who are you?"

"I am the Young Sect Master of the Tianyang Sect, Yang Dingtian!" The youth in brocade clothes raised his chin, his tone full of haughtiness. "I have taken a fancy to this courtyard, so if you know what's good for you, get out!"

The Tianyang Sect, one of the Seven Great Sects of the Southern Region, had strength second only to the Tiangang Sect and had an Old Ancestor at the eighth level of the Asking Dao Realm sitting in the Sect.

Sun Buer understood in his heart; no wonder he was so arrogant.

However—a cold smile curled the corners of his mouth.

The Tianyang Sect? What did they count for in front of his Taotie Pavilion?

"We arrived at this courtyard first, why should we give it to you?" Sun Buer crossed his arms over his chest and leaned lazily against the doorframe.

Yang Dingtian's face darkened. "What are you? Do you even deserve to reason with me?"

Behind him, an attendant stepped forward, and an aura at the first level of the Void Tempering Realm erupted, crushing toward Sun Buer!

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, get out yourself! Don't force us to take action!"

Sun Buer stood where he was, unmoving.

That Void Tempering Realm pressure, in his eyes, was nothing more than a breeze brushing his face.

He was no ordinary Dharma Image Realm Cultivator; how could he be scared by a mere Void Tempering Realm Cultivator!

"Heh—" Sun Buer chuckled, took out a token from his embrace, and waved it in front of Yang Dingtian.

The token was dark red all over. On the front was engraved the ancient characters "Taotie", and on the back was a pattern of a Taotie roaring at the sky, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

"Taotie Pavilion Core Disciple?!" Yang Dingtian's pupils shrank.

Although the Taotie Pavilion was not one of the Three Great Holy Lands, it had a Legacy from the Central Region, and its strength was far beyond what the Seven Great Sects could compare to; even the Holy Lands had to give them some face.

Yang Dingtian's face went from green to white, and after hesitating for a moment, in the end, he didn't dare to force his way in.

"Let's go!"

He waved his hand and left with his attendants.

Sun Buer snorted coldly and closed the courtyard gate.

"The Tianyang Sect, what a piece of work."

He walked back to the stone table, picked up his wine cup, and gulped it down, his face full of disdain.

Shen Quan put down his wine cup and chuckled, "Brother Sun is mighty!"

Sun Buer waved his hand. "No, no, no, I was just relying on the Taotie Pavilion's reputation. If it really came to a fight, I'm no match for those attendants."

Shen Chong nodded thoughtfully. "However, we just arrived; how did the Tianyang Sect find us so quickly? I'm afraid there's something fishy about this."

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