Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 926 - 952 Im Also Helpless (One more)
Chapter 926: Chapter 952: I’m Also Helpless! (One more)
Chapter 926: Chapter 952: I’m Also Helpless! (One more)
The next morning, Yang Zhen, feeling invigorated, set out from White Cloud Mountain toward the Westernmost Land with Han Yan’er and the scoundrel of a cat in tow.
Along the way, Han Yan’er didn’t say a word and occasionally glared at Yang Zhen with big, round eyes, puzzling him to no end.
When a woman starts acting inexplicably, it’s best not to provoke her. This was a survival instinct Yang Zhen had cultivated over many years. So each time Han Yan’er glared at him, Yang Zhen simply grinned, and after a while, her glaring turned into rolling her eyes.
Well, that was settled then. Yang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his grin growing even more brilliant.
As for the damn cat, it seemed rather excited, lying on Yang Zhen’s shoulder and incessantly talking about the Great Desolation world. After a while, even Han Yan’er listened with interest.
There was plenty of room on the broad Great Missing Sword flying through the air for two people. Yang Zhen pulled the cat down from his shoulder, placed it on the sword, and asked curiously, “Are you saying the practitioners of the Great Desolation world cultivate at a speed about five times faster than the practitioners of the cultivation world?”
The cat snorted, sprawled on top of the Great Missing Sword, and said, “That’s just the average speed compared between ordinary practitioners. If it’s a heaven-sent prodigy, they could cultivate about ten times faster than your cultivation world’s practitioners.”
Yang Zhen and Han Yan’er were dumbfounded, exchanging glances of disbelief.
The pace of cultivation in the cultivation world was already fast. Mastering power too quickly wasn’t necessarily a good thing, and they couldn’t fathom that practitioners from the Great Desolation Era could cultivate even faster—it was like courting a lightning strike.
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What did a tenfold increase in cultivation speed even mean?
Yang Zhen dared not imagine; the speed at which lightning strikes occurred probably reached an unbearable level.
Seeing the skeptical look on the faces of Yang Zhen and Han Yan’er, the cat explained, “Back then, the laws of heaven and earth were much more perfect than now, the Heaven and Earth Qi was rich, and various inheritances were relatively complete. Unlike the Shangyuan Sect, which didn’t even have a decent Heaven-level cultivation method, ordinary sects of the Great Desolation world could casually produce one or two Celestial Phase-level cultivation methods.”
Yang Zhen was truly astonished. He was still cultivating a Celestial Phase-level cultivation method, which was something he managed to perfect relying on his own exceptional talent. The fact that what he had obtained through so much hardship could be handed out so casually by others was rather disheartening.
Seeing the cat’s expression that was somewhere between a smile and a sneer, Yang Zhen, curious, asked, “With my kind of cultivation speed, what level would I be considered at during the Great Desolation Era?”
“You?” The cat looked Yang Zhen up and down and said, “You’d just be average, I guess.”
“What the hell!” Yang Zhen exclaimed in shock, “My badass cultivation speed is just average in the Great Desolation Era? How fast then are the top cultivators?”
The cat glanced at Yang Zhen and said, “Most your age should be around the eighth level of the Celestial Phase.”
“Damn it!”
Yang Zhen was somewhat incredulous. He had only been cultivating for a few years, and counting his ‘previous’ self, it came to no more than five years in total. To have reached the Celestial Phase already?
If he were to cultivate a few more years, wouldn’t he become a Great Saint?
“Fuck it, I’m not well-read; don’t tell me you’re messing with me. If the cultivation speed is so fast, why does the Great Nether Dynasty have only about a dozen Half-step Great Saints and not even a single Great Saint?”
“It’s not that there aren’t any; it’s just that they haven’t awakened yet, or perhaps they’ve already died!” The cat looked seriously at Yang Zhen and continued, “With your talent for cultivation, you could do whatever you wanted in the cultivation world; even run amok. But now that heaven and earth are newly formed, who knows where fissures like the Great Desolation may open? If you keep being reckless during the coming of the Great Desolation Era, you’ll be in danger.”
Yang Zhen replied irritably, “Wasn’t it you who told me to cause trouble?”
“It’s different now!” The cat glared back and said, “When I told you to stir things up, I meant that you should swiftly grasp the Dao. Who would have thought you would become an abomination not tolerated by heaven and earth? In this vast world, your Dao can’t even be accommodated. How are you supposed to stir things up?”
Yang Zhen fell silent, feeling helpless about it. After all, not being tolerated by heaven and earth wasn’t his own choice, so how was it his fault?
In fact, Yang Zhen had been pondering whether his rejection by heaven and earth was because he did not truly belong to this world. If it were the original Yang Zhen, he figured this situation probably wouldn’t exist.
But if Heaven and Earth won’t accommodate, then they won’t accommodate—that’s not really a big deal. If Heaven and Earth could accommodate him, I bet he wouldn’t have a talent so exaggerated it practically seems like a cheat.
Seeing Yang Zhen’s nonchalant manner, the cheeky cat stood up, stared at Yang Zhen for a while, and curled his lip saying, “I’m not going to persuade you, but once you’ve seen more of the unparalleled geniuses of the Great Desolation Era, you’ll understand just how serious I am.”
Han Yan’er glared at Yang Zhen and said, “Just listen to the cheeky cat, and stop causing trouble everywhere. What if you really provoke someone you can’t afford to offend? Who’s going to save you then?”
Yang Zhen nodded and said earnestly to Han Yan’er, “Don’t worry, I’m the most low-profile person there is.”
“You!”
Han Yan’er, filled with frustration, glared at Yang Zhen and said, “What were you doing in my sister’s room last night?”
Yang Zhen suddenly felt a wave of danger approaching. Acting on a man’s instinct for survival, he immediately patted his chest and said, “The young lady and I can swear to Heaven and Earth that last night, we merely talked until the candles burned down. It felt like we had known each other for ages, we enjoyed our conversation so much, treated each other like esteemed guests, and…”
“Pah!” Han Yan’er glared and spat at Yang Zhen, her face flushing slightly as she remembered something, glaring as she said, “No one would believe you.”
The cheeky cat had been pretending to sleep nearby, then suddenly stood up with a serious expression and said, “Kid, something strange seems to be up ahead.”
Yang Zhen was startled and sprang to his feet, bursting with energy as he said, “When traveling the world, the stranger the better. When things are unusual, there must be something fishy going on. The more bizarre it is up ahead, the better—it means something’s definitely happening. As a fine young man of the twenty-first century, upon witnessing injustice… forget it, I’m not making this up anymore, let’s go take a look.”
Han Yan’er and the cheeky cat both wore bewildered expressions as the brash and buoyant Yang Zhen looked between them.
…
Not far ahead, a bottomless abyss emitted an eerie aura.
If one got closer, they would discover a huge tree of immense size growing out of the endless abyss.
The mighty tree was strong and robust with branches full of spiky thorns, looking extremely fierce and menacing. The dense foliage was covered in golden leaves, which chimed together like clanking armor in the wind.
The tree should have pierced the sky, but being in the bottomless abyss, even the crown that had managed to grow out resembled a vast primeval forest, leaving onlookers in awe.
As Yang Zhen and the others approached, they could hear the sounds of thousands of troops clashing, the ear-piercing clash of iron signaling battle, and the faint but distinct roars, like a charging army.
Yang Zhen and Han Yan’er looked at each other and both exclaimed at the same time, “It’s huge!”
Indeed… a colossal tree!
Within the giant tree, a young man and woman moved effortlessly through the treetops, expressions light as clouds, delicate as breeze. The young woman, veiled and with a graceful silhouette, suddenly asked, “Senior Brother Ren, is it true that this Yang Zhen you mentioned singlehandedly and with one sword struck down the three Heaven Realms in his rage?”
Senior Brother Ren, ever the picture of gentle and refined culture—even bounding through the treetops—smiled and replied, “The rumors say so, and I believe they aren’t unfounded. This Yang Zhen is no ordinary person.”
The young woman chuckled and said, “Now I’m quite curious about Yang Zhen myself. I didn’t expect someone could impress Senior Brother Ren so highly.”
Senior Brother Ren laughed softly and said, “Junior Sister Lan, that’s an overstatement. The world is vast with countless extraordinary people. It’s not surprising for the world of cultivation to produce someone like Yang Zhen.”
Achoo!
Yang Zhen rubbed his nose, a look of dejection on his face as he stared at the shimmering golden canopy before him, muttering to himself, “This isn’t good, could the Sao Saint be allergic to this thing?”
