Chapter 272: Chapter 159: Gathering of Heroes, Geniuses of the Era (Double-Length)

The woman in the Profound Robe with a green veil had an indistinct face, but her presence felt extremely pure and cold. Only her beautiful eyes seemed to flow with brilliance, leaving an impression simply unforgettable.

If someone merely had a few interactions with Shen Xingzhu, they would definitely not suspect a thing.

From head to toe, from aura to the pressure of her cultivation, this person unmistakably appeared to be Shen Xingzhu herself.

Especially now, when hardly anyone had seen Shen Meinan.

But to Chen Kuang, the difference between these two sisters was as clear as the distinction between a strawberry and a cherry.

There was simply no comparison at all.

Just by seeing those eyes for a split second, Chen Kuang could tell that the person standing in front was Shen Meinan, not Shen Xingzhu.

If it were Shen Xingzhu, her eyes would never be this clear; her gaze always seemed shrouded by a layer of cold mist, like a timeless, aloof moon in the sky, looking down on people not as peers, but as insects or inanimate objects.

Of course, that was indeed the truth...

However, after making this judgment, Chen Kuang furrowed his brows.

The person, without a doubt, was Shen Meinan.

But the question is... why would the Mystic God Daoist Sect send Shen Meinan?

Moreover, why would they have Shen Meinan dress up like Shen Xingzhu?

As these two questions emerged in his mind, Chen Kuang immediately noticed more peculiarities.

Not to mention that the Mystic God Daoist Sect had no reason to have Shen Meinan impersonate Shen Xingzhu, doing something that defied all reason and was impossible to explain.

Apart from the eyes, the woman in front, judging by appearance and build alone, was completely Shen Xingzhu herself.

But there was one crucial detail—

The back of this "Shen Xingzhu" in front of him was too straight.

It’s not that Shen Xingzhu’s back wasn’t straight. On the contrary, as the current Daoist of the Mystic God Daoist Sect, a figurehead, no one could find fault with her mannerisms. Upright and elegant posture was just a minor point.

However, because her mannerisms had long been ingrained, she naturally did not need to maintain them deliberately.

Though her back was straight, her posture should have been relaxed.

Yet at this moment, the shoulders and back of "Shen Xingzhu" were more tense than usual, as if deliberately maintaining a rigid posture, to the point of leaning too far backward.

Under normal circumstances, this subtle difference would go entirely unnoticed.

But the one who noticed this was Chen Kuang.

The only person he had ever seen with such a habit was Shen Meinan.

This young woman always maintained her deliberately straightened posture because she needed it to keep her body balanced front to back...

Yet now, the balance was disrupted, but the habit persisted, resulting in this subtle distinction.

Combining this with all the previous confusions in Chen Kuang’s mind, he conceived an incredible thought.

Perhaps, it’s not Shen Meinan pretending to be Shen Xingzhu...

But rather, right now, she is Shen Xingzhu!

As waves of shock surged in Chen Kuang’s heart, the other people present had already started to greet Shen Xingzhu first.

A "Dao beacon" as praised by a scholar, a prodigious genius not encountered in millennia, a grandmaster at twenty-five, everyone present was undoubtedly considered juniors, so paying respect was naturally appropriate.

Chen Kuang suppressed his inner emotions, discreetly followed suit with the others, not betraying any flaw.

At the same time, he took advantage of these people introducing themselves to observe carefully.

"Yan Hui of the Three Tribulations Sect, greetings to the Daoist."

The first to speak was the archenemy, the Three Tribulations Sect.

Chen Kuang’s brow twitched as he looked over.

Yan Hui from the Three Tribulations Sect, appeared as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, clad in bright red, with flowing black hair, exceptionally handsome, with two golden rings around his wrists. Although he was bowing, his expression was indifferent, his tone cold, exuding a hint of arrogance. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Clearly, his attitude wasn’t good, lacking the usual reverence people showed towards Shen Xingzhu, and even carried a hint of provocation in his gaze.

If it were anyone else, such behavior would undoubtedly be courting death.

But Yan Hui had the means to back it up.

This person was the adopted son of Yan Taiyi, the Supreme Elder of the Three Tribulations Sect, who was just a step away from achieving the Saint Dao Fruit.

Also, he was one of the only two Grandmaster Realm cultivators present!

However, although he appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, in reality, he was already forty-two, still far from Shen Xingzhu in terms of talent.

He was also the previous number one in Canglang’s evaluation.

The year he fell from the top of Canglang’s evaluation, Shen Xingzhu emerged, directly taking the first spot.

At this moment, Chen Kuang had only two words to describe this person.

Flashy.

Although the cultivators of this world can live for hundreds or even thousands of years, their mental growth is not as delayed as that of beasts.

While there are countless methods to maintain one’s youthful appearance, typically, it remains fixed at a youthful phase, at least looking like an adult.

But Yan Hui was exceedingly rare, keeping his appearance in the teenage phase.

This probably wasn’t due to any special reason. Looking at his striking red attire and handsome features, it was likely due to pure vanity.

Everyone has a heart that loves beauty, but this guy seemed a bit more flamboyant about it.

However... given such a personality, background, and prowess, yet the Young Master of the Three Tribulations Sect was Wei Su, only at the Sea Breaking Realm, instead of Yan Hui.

Evidently, internal conflicts within the Three Tribulations Sect were likely significant.

Otherwise, such a mismatch in position and merit wouldn’t occur.

Chen Kuang’s thoughts churned as he shifted his gaze to a woman beside him, only to be momentarily stunned.