Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 809 - 825 What kind of family is this, such a bad temper! (Three more)
Chapter 809 -825 What kind of family is this, such a bad temper! (Three more)
“Someone wants to meet me?” Yang Zhen’s eyes lit up, and he blinked as he spoke, “Is the Third Saintess thinking of me?”
Upon hearing this, the Yaochi Holy Lord’s expression turned blank, and he gave a wry smile while shaking his head, “If this old man could receive a message from the Third Saintess, then all would be well. The person wanting to meet you is not the Third Saintess—it’s someone… with a somewhat special identity. If you do meet her, you must not be too presumptuous; you absolutely must not provoke her anger. Otherwise, the consequences will be very severe.”
Yang Zhen was taken aback and said with a strange expression on his face, “What kind of family is she from that she has such a bad temper?”
The Yaochi Holy Lord continued to smile wryly, shaking his head, “I’m somewhat regretting telling you about this now. It would be better for you and that senior not to meet.”
Oh, my!
The more interested Yang Zhen became, the stranger the expression on his face as he looked at the Yaochi Holy Lord. How many years must one have lived to be referred to as a senior even by the Yaochi Holy Lord?
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Twenty thousand years?
This individual might even be older than the cheap cat.
Seeing the conflicted expression on the Yaochi Holy Lord’s face, Yang Zhen patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. I’m a person who truly knows how to respect the old and cherish the young. I won’t conflict with that senior. But who exactly is this senior, and why does she want to meet me?”
Only then did the Yaochi Holy Lord sigh with relief and, after a moment of contemplation, began speaking, “The reason why I say this senior’s identity is somewhat special is that she does not belong to any faction and is, moreover, a rogue practitioner.”
A rogue practitioner?
Yang Zhen was taken aback; a rogue practitioner able to make the Yaochi Holy Lord so wary must be quite remarkable.
“You’ve misunderstood!”
The Yaochi Holy Lord shook his head with a smile, “It’s not that I’m wary of this senior. In truth, her cultivation level is merely at the nine-Heavens level of the Circulation Phase, which is roughly equivalent to mine and that of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord. It’s just that she has always stayed away from the affairs of the world, cultivating in seclusion on the sacred mountain. Only this month, for some reason she heard about your matters and has come down from the mountain to find you. Right now, she’s quietly cultivating in the Seven Yin and Seven Yang Land. If you go there, you will surely meet her.”
Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself how scary the story sounded, when it was all just about a cultivation level of the nine-Heavens of the Circulation Phase. As long as it hadn’t exceeded that category, Yang Zhen was confident he wouldn’t die.
Meeting such a person, even with an enigmatic identity, Yang Zhen felt internally at ease.
Seeing Yang Zhen’s expression, the Yaochi Holy Lord’s face grew stern, and he stared at Yang Zhen as he said seriously, “Young friend Yang, don’t think that just because this senior has a cultivation level of only the nine-Heavens of the Circulation Phase that you can do whatever you please. Offending her would result in a fate more terrible than making enemies of both Heavenly Pivot Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land at the same time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Hiss!
Yang Zhen jumped in fright and widened his eyes as he asked, “That horrifying? What’s the background of this senior?”
“There’s no background to speak of; she claims she’s just a rogue practitioner. But over the years, those who have offended her have all inexplicably vanished, and even the Sacred Lands and sects that offended her disappeared without a trace, as if they were suddenly evaporated from the world. No one knows what happened, where these people have gone. Even the ruins have broken down so badly that one can’t find any information whatsoever,” the Yaochi Holy Lord explained. After taking a deep breath and staring into Yang Zhen’s eyes, he continued in a heavy voice, “So now, do you understand the gravity of the situation?”
“Better to steer clear, steer clear!” Yang Zhen shrank his neck and grinned, “Don’t worry, Yao Saint Lord, I’m the lowest-key person there is.”
The Yaochi Holy Lord: “…”
“By the way, you still haven’t told me what this senior is looking for me for,” Yang Zhen asked with a face full of curiosity.
The Yaochi Holy Lord shook his head, “She didn’t say explicitly. Now that this senior is here, even the Sacred Land of the Seven Yin and Seven Yang doesn’t dare to lock the area down too tightly, so… there are quite a few people around.”
“How many is quite a few?” Yang Zhen was taken aback.
“A lot!”
Half a day later, Yang Zhen felt like cursing!
This was ‘a lot’?
Crowds thronged, an ocean of people, in vast waves, and Yang Zhen suspected that if he unleashed his Great Missing Sword, it could directly decimate the population of a small sect.
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Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er were clearly taken aback as well. After exchanging looks, they approached Yang Zhen and said, “The place is a real mix of fish and dragons lately, be careful.”
Yang Zhen grinned nonchalantly and replied, “You probably don’t quite understand the celebrity effect.”
Han Yan’er laughed with a snort, teasingly looking at Yang Zhen she said, “You really think you’re some kind of celebrity.”
Yang Zhen was brimming with pride. Lately, Han Yan’er was no longer avoiding him as she used to. However, for some reason, both women had reached an agreement and started sleeping together every night, which drove Yang Zhen practically insane.
That agonizing feeling of something being just within reach yet unattainable was truly unbearable.
As ethereal as clouds, Hua Youyue would spend each evening alone with Yang Zhen, pulling him aside to talk about yoga. She claimed that these positions, once mastered, made one feel extremely comfortable, and recently Han Yan’er had begun practicing with them. Whenever Yang Zhen’s gaze strayed, Hua Youyue’s cheeks would blush, and she’d turn to leave, insisting that they couldn’t afford to delay their practice and must diligently strive for mastery in yoga.
Yang Zhen was completely baffled; yoga wasn’t like Cultivation Methods or Martial Skills with a clear bottleneck to indicate reaching the pinnacle. So when could one say they’ve truly mastered it?
Anyway, Yang Zhen didn’t know what kind of transformation yoga would bring at its ultimate level, and as for what mastering it meant, it seemed only Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er knew.
As a man, Yang Zhen couldn’t possibly delve into cultivating such a thing, could he?
There were some moves Yang Zhen enjoyed watching, but to perform them himself— that was impossible.
The land of Seven Yin and Seven Yang was a valley where yin and yang were balanced yet extremely unstable. Disrupting this equilibrium could lead to perilous situations, and a single misstep could mean leaving one’s bones there.
That’s why the Yaochi Holy Land kept the area sealed off year-round, opening it only under exceptional circumstances.
In fact, even if the Yaochi Holy Land didn’t seal off the Seven Yin and Seven Yang Land, few would dare to venture into it carelessly— not to explore, but to court death.
There were no secret treasures inside, no precious natural materials, no Cultivation Method inheritances. Venturing in bestowed no benefits, only an imbalance of yin and yang within one’s body—only a fool would enter.
After learning that Yang Zhen intended to resurrect a spirit beast, nearly everyone in the Western Region became curious, hence the large gathering here.
Dead is dead, and resurrection is but a legend. Otherwise, no one would accept vanishing body and soul, and even if a Spirit Soul remained, recovery was no simple feat.
Thus, although the Seven Yin and Seven Yang Land had many visitors, none were from the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land.
What a joke. With the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord himself fallen at Yang Zhen’s hands, and Yaochi Holy Land eyeing Heavenly Pivot Holy Land covetously, the latter had long since shut itself in. No one would emerge so easily.
“Have you heard? There’s a powerhouse inside, even more fearsome than Ding Saint Lord, waiting for Yang Zhen.”
“What? Yang Zhen has offended another even more powerful entity? Can’t the guy sit still for a moment?”
“It’s not that he’s offended this powerful being; rumor has it, it’s a hermit who’s withdrawn from the world for many years, capricious by nature and has taken an interest in Yang Zhen.”
“Tsk, knowing Yang Zhen’s personality, even if it’s a hermit devoted to ascetic meditation, he’d probably be killed with a slap out of irritation.”
When people saw Yang Zhen and company approaching, they began to chatter, everyone curiously gazing toward the valley.
Yet despite the lack of precious materials and inheritances within the valley, the trees and plants were lush and thriving. Some of the massive, oddly-shaped trees almost warranted being described as sky-high; it was impossible to glimpse what lay within.
While everyone craned their necks to peer inside, an aged voice emanated from within.
“You’ve come!”
At the sound of this voice, everyone felt a shiver down their spine, and their expressions grew incredibly odd.
