Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Where There Is Me, There Is Immortal

Treasure Pavilion.

Any place bearing this name in the Western Desert belonged to the Five Elements Wei Family and was always the most bustling location in any city, drawing massive crowds each day.

With the Crimson Flame Imperial Capital already swarming due to the Conference for the Peak of Power, the Treasure Pavilion’s sales had soared. The Five Elements Wei Family had responded swiftly, shipping in rare resources and even hosting a few small auctions. At one such auction, Demon Sword Yi had clashed with the Divine Tiger King’s son, Tong Lieyang, a conflict later resolved by Marquis Xia Houzun.

Zhang Yang hadn’t attended; he had been either stirring up trouble or secluded in cultivation, far too busy to visit.

Today, however, Bing Yuyan had decided to go, and dragged him along.

Compared to the grand Liu family marketplace in Mo City in the Southern Region, this Treasure Pavilion was at least five times larger.

It spanned half a street.

The air buzzed with excitement and the constant roar of conversation.

Given the crowd, Bing Yuyan wisely wore a veil to avoid unnecessary attention, though it hardly helped. She still drew countless glances.

Bing Yuyan was a goddess of pride and poise; even veiled, her brilliance radiated outward.

She was breathtaking.

Her figure was tall and perfectly proportioned.

Her presence alone was captivating.

Wherever she went, she naturally became the center of attention.

As a result, Zhang Yang was mostly overlooked.

However, the Five Elements Wei Family easily recognized him. After all, it was common knowledge that where Bing Yuyan appeared, Zhang Yang would surely be nearby. Since arriving in the Crimson Flame Imperial Capital, they had been inseparable, even when stirring up trouble in the Taixu Dynasty.

A representative from the Wei Family soon approached, inviting them inside.

“Our eldest lady wishes to meet you,” the representative said respectfully.

They were escorted to a VIP room on the third floor.

Upon entering, the atmosphere immediately turned awkward.

Inside the room sat two unparalleled beauties.

One was a stranger, exceptionally beautiful, dressed in red, charming in her own right. By any standard, she was a top-tier beauty.

But next to the other, she faded into the background.

That other woman was none other than the Grand Princess, Yan Mengqing.

“Oh, the Lord of the Sacred Forest has finished his tasks so quickly,” Yan Mengqing said with a smile, arms crossed.

Bing Yuyan responded, “I felt like visiting, so he willingly set aside his work to accompany me.”

Zhang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth; what did that have to do with anything?

Then he caught Bing Yuyan glancing at him through her veil, and he understood the silent warning in her gaze, contradict me, and you’re done for.

He even noticed her lightly clapping her fair hands, clearly hinting she’d slap someone if provoked.

Zhang Yang realized this woman was jealous and acting out on purpose.

Turning to the unfamiliar beauty, he smiled and asked, “May I ask if you are the eldest lady of the Wei Family?”

The unfamiliar beauty replied, “Wei Hongyu pays her respects to the Lord of the Sacred Forest.”

Wei Hongyu held a status comparable to Liu Feijue of the Liu family, but her talents far surpassed his.

She was a renowned figure in the Western Desert, ranked among the Top Thirty Geniuses of the region.

“Miss Wei, may I ask the purpose of your invitation?” Zhang Yang inquired.

Wei Hongyu glanced at Yan Mengqing, who was smiling faintly, though sparks flickered in her eyes, and replied, “The princess is deeply concerned for the Lord of the Sacred Forest. She specifically asked me to use the holy beads to purify the Crimson Sun Divine Rod on your behalf.”

Purification with holy beads!

Zhang Yang’s eyes lit up, this was excellent news.

The holy beads were a type of auxiliary treasure capable of cleansing impurities from sacred items and holy weapons, thereby enhancing their quality, much like refining the body through purification.

More importantly, the holy beads could detect hidden flaws in sacred artifacts and holy armaments.

Just as cultivators could suffer from hidden injuries, so too could divine weapons.

This made the holy beads incredibly valuable.

“Thank you, Miss Wei,” Zhang Yang said sincerely.

“You should thank the princess instead. If she weren’t my close friend, I wouldn’t have used the holy beads so readily,” Wei Hongyu replied.

Zhang Yang then turned to thank Yan Mengqing as well.

Yan Mengqing smiled, her enchanting eyes curling into crescents. It seemed she took great joy in offering even a small bit of help to Zhang Yang.

Her joyful smile made her appear far removed from her usual calculating nature.

Yet Zhang Yang could sense the coldness around him intensify slightly.

“I’ve never seen the princess so willing to make sacrifices for someone,” Wei Hongyu teased.

Yan Mengqing blushed, as if waking from a dream, and lightly tugged at Wei Hongyu’s sleeve.

She truly looked like a lovestruck young girl.

Wei Hongyu observed quietly, noting Zhang Yang’s calm demeanor and composed gaze. He showed no signs of excitement or fluster. She was astonished—was Yan Mengqing truly in love?

Could it be real?

Was there actually a man capable of resisting the first beauty of the Western Desert?

And not just resisting, but doing so while she pursued him?

Wei Hongyu cursed inwardly, struggling to believe what she was seeing.

“The Lord of the Sacred Forest must have a heart of iron,” she remarked, unable to hold back.

Her comment snapped Yan Mengqing out of her blissful daze.

Zhang Yang responded calmly, “My heart is devoted solely to the path. If the path is not strong, how can one even speak of the immortal road?”

“There are divine partners along the immortal path as well.”

“Divine partners must share the same heart.”

“I’ve heard the Lord of the Sacred Forest is constantly surrounded by beautiful women.”

“Miss Wei, are you suggesting you’d like to gift me a few beauties? I’d gladly accept. The Vast Forest is in need of talent.”

“Eternal Night holds no immortals. Immortals are but legends. How many saints have seen their beliefs shatter before the final step?”

“Though there are no immortals in Eternal Night, where there is me, there are immortals.”

When Zhang Yang uttered those final words, his confidence stunned Wei Hongyu for a moment. It was bold—remarkably so.

Where there is me, there are immortals.

Such fearless spirit. Such commanding presence.

The four people in the VIP room had clearly followed the exchange, and the tone had shifted.

Zhang Yang’s final statement dispelled all romantic undertones from the conversation.

“Should I call the Lord of the Sacred Forest ignorant, or should I praise his courage?” Wei Hongyu mused.

“Call it ignorance,” Zhang Yang replied. “Only ignorance fosters fearlessness. And fearlessness allows one to chase what others deem impossible, transforming the impossible into the possible. Don’t you agree?”

Wei Hongyu was momentarily speechless. For the first time, she began to view Zhang Yang in a different light.

She had seen Zhang Yang destroy Jigui Wu’s immortal soul and had witnessed the colossal head rising on the horizon. She had heard his theory, that both immortals and saints were, in the end, still mortal.

Now, paired with his latest declaration, she began to understand his worldview.

Eternal Night stifled the immortal path.

Since its arrival, not a single immortal had emerged. Generations of saints had toiled, only to see their efforts end in futility.

Yet he was determined to break through Eternal Night.

This was his path.

What others saw as ignorance, he saw as fearlessness. To Eternal Night, he might seem like a mere pawn, small and insignificant, but when had he ever taken a step back?

That was spirit. That was conviction.

Such unwavering faith gave him a perspective detached from worldly entanglements, yet full of compassion for all beings. His view of the world was fundamentally different from others’.

As a merchant who had met countless people from all walks of life, this was the first time Wei Hongyu had encountered someone like him.

Suddenly, she understood why Zhang Yang dared to oppose the Liu family and challenge the entire Southern Region. Perhaps, in his heart, such things were just minor ripples along his journey to immortality.

The root of his unique mindset was surprisingly simple.

His so-called “ignorance” was the belief that he would inevitably become immortal. If he didn’t, it would be a mystery even to himself—how could that possibly happen?

Wei Hongyu knew that she, Yan Mengqing, and Bing Yuyan would likely remember those words for the rest of their lives.

Though there are no immortals in Eternal Night, where there is me, there are immortals.