Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1356

Chapter 1356: Chapter 1382: Arrange a Room for Young Master Yang in the West Palace Chapter 1356: Chapter 1382: Arrange a Room for Young Master Yang in the West Palace A practitioner of the Saint Sovereign Domain in body cultivation?

Young Master Yang was taken aback, and his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

For so long, it was the first time he had heard of a body cultivator being able to reach the Saint Sovereign Realm.

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen's face, everyone was startled.

Elder Guo hesitated for a moment before asking, “Young Master Yang, do you also understand body cultivation?”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Somewhat.”

The young man next to Elder Guo revealed a hungry look and said sarcastically, “That's right, since Yang Tianxiu was able to fight Chen Xiaotian for three days and three nights, his body cultivation must be incredibly strong. Perhaps he really could help us seize the opportunity at the top of West Origin Mountain.”

Yang Zhen glanced at this sarcastic guy, narrowed his eyes, and asked, “How should I address this fellow daoist?”

“I am not talented; my surname is free of charge, my name Guang Chengzi.”

“Oh, Orange, I didn't ask if you were expensive or not. No matter how pricey, you're just an orange, what are you jumping for?”

Yang Zhen curled his lip, looking at Guang Chengzi as if looking at a fool.

“You…”

Guang Chengzi's face turned an iron blue, and a violent surge of energy exploded from his body; in an instant, his aura burst forth like the sea, enveloping the entire hall.

“Yang Tianxiu, it seems you have a lot of confidence in your strength. Why don't we have a comparison? I, Guang Chengzi, may not dare to claim I can fight Chen Xiaotian for three days and three nights, but it would still be easy for me to crush a Saint Realm cultivator like you.”

Seeing this, nobody spoke.

Elder Guo frowned but did not stop Guang Chengzi, apparently also wanting to probe the depths of Yang Zhen's strength.

Lin Ruochu's face showed a hint of displeasure, yet she did not speak either.

At their level of strength, it was no longer easy to gauge a person's capabilities.

Although Yang Zhen was a Saint Realm cultivator, how strong he was in direct combat remained unclear without a fight.

Seeing the astonished look on Yang Zhen's face, Guang Chengzi stepped towards him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile and asked, “How about it?”

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “Nothing much, I came here to eat, not to fight, so, uh…”

At this point, Yang Zhen turned to look at Lin Ruochu and asked, “Miss, do you have anything to eat here? Shall I eat down there?”

Lin Ruochu glared at Yang Zhen and said, “Now is not the time to eat.”

“Oh!”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Then let's talk about it later. Since there's nothing else, I'll go back to rest.”

The crowd exchanged glances, surprised that Yang Zhen was so casual about leaving without looking back.

No, he did look back.

Just as he was about to step out, Yang Zhen suddenly stopped and turned to ask Lin Ruochu, “Where am I staying?”

Lin Ruochu clapped her hands, and immediately two young women came forward.

“Holy Maiden!”

The two women paid their respects to Lin Ruochu, standing respectfully to the side awaiting her commands.

Lin Ruochu gave Yang Zhen a look and said, “Arrange a room for Young Master Yang in the West Palace.”

“Yes!”

“What?” Guang Chengzi suddenly exclaimed in shock, pointing at Yang Zhen and saying, “Ruochu, you… you want to arrange for Yang Tianxiu to stay in the West Palace?”

Oh boy!

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up; it seemed the West Palace was quite something. Just look at Guang Chengzi's complexion; it was almost like a liver's.

Lin Ruochu glanced at Guang Chengzi and asked, “Is there a problem?”

“Of course there is!” Guang Chengzi hurriedly said, “The West Palace is where you reside. This kid has an unknown background and there are rumors around. If his intentions are not pure and he harbors ill intentions towards you…”

“Do you think I would be afraid?”

Lin Ruochu looked at Yang Zhen indifferently, turned, and walked out, saying, “Do as I said.”

Sorted!

If the Holy Maiden says so, who would dare to object?

Guang Chengzi's face darkened uncertainly as he watched Yang Zhen, making Yang Zhen want to stick his tongue out at the guy.

Damn, if it weren't for this Sao Saint having to pretend to be sealed in his dantian, I'd have already floored you, pretty boy.

Spit spit spit, I mean knocked you flat, pretty boy.

For the next two days, Yang Zhen did nothing, eating and sleeping like a pig. If he hadn't shown up in front of Lin Ruochu every day, everyone would have already forgotten about him.

By the evening of the second day, Yang Zhen finally figured out what the big competition was all about.

So it turns out the legendary impregnable alliance of the Western Region isn't all that united after all.

With more people comes more trouble, not to mention the chewing of people and horses. With such a large area as the West Mountain, it's tough to arrange a division of labor for those in charge.

This big competition was for the dispute over the guardianship region of West Origin Mountain's peak.

After all, the peak of West Origin Mountain is the most likely place for a Barbarian Treasure to appear, coveted by countless people.

Lin Ruochu's side had already reached the point of contending for the peak of West Origin Mountain, but the opponent's force was mighty. There were more than ten practitioners of the Saint Realm alone, plus one body-cultivating practitioner who had reached the terrifying level of the Saint Sovereign Realm.

The difficulty of body cultivation is something you can't understand if you haven't practiced it.

Of course, Yang Zhen, the bastard, was the exception. His path of body tempering was even simpler than others' path of qi cultivation.

This Saint Sovereign body cultivator also shared the surname Yang from fifty thousand years back, named Yang Tiehe, a robust and young man like a horse-breaking bandit.

Yang Zhen had seen Yang Tiehe from a distance once, and even he would probably have to look up in the presence of Yang Tiehe, this pillar of iron.

Such a terrifying lad was almost invincible among practitioners of the Saint Realm.

In a fight between equals, qi cultivators are inherently unable to defeat body cultivators, let alone at the powerful level of the Saint Sovereign Realm.

The terrifying power unleashed by someone in the Saint Sovereign Realm, coupled with the wildly powerful Martial Skills of heaven and earth, inflicts little pressure on a body cultivator of the Saint Sovereign Realm–it's like scratching an itch.

You could say, with Yang Tiehe charging around, he could recklessly risk injury to smash his fellow Saint Sovereign Realm practitioners into meat pies.

Scary, isn't it?

There's no harm without comparison.

It was only after this comparison that Yang Zhen realized just how awesome he was. No wonder it felt like playing when he pounded those in the Saint Sovereign Realm.

With this in mind, Yang Zhen actually became interested in this Yang Tiezhu, spit, Yang Tiehe.

A tough nut to crack–what a brute!

That evening, as the bonfire blazed fiercely, Yang Zhen and others followed Lin Ruochu to the top of West Origin Mountain.

Yang Zhen and a mean cat were grilling lamb legs when they heard a shout. Shortly after, Guang Chengzi's voice came through.

“No way, I don't agree!”

Yang Zhen and the mean cat exchanged glances, curious to look over at Guang Chengzi.

Guang Chengzi's face showed a hint of anxiety as he said, “That Yang Tiehe is simply a madman who doesn't understand the concept of cherishing the fairer sex. If you keep fighting one battle after the other, what if he injures you?”

Lin Ruochu replied nonchalantly, standing by the fire with her face alternately illuminated and shadowed, “Then what do you suggest we do?”

“I…”

Guang Chengzi clenched his teeth and said, “Leave that Yang Tiehe to me.”

“You?”

Lin Ruochu looked at Guang Chengzi and asked, “You… No way!”

With a bitter smile, Guang Chengzi said, “I'm well aware that I'm not capable, but there's no other way. Among our Saint Sovereigns, only I can fight against this Yang Tiehe. Even if it's a slim chance of survival, it's better than you getting injured by him. As long as you win two rounds in a row, it doesn't matter if we lose this one.”

“Oh ho, this is like matching horses in a race,” Yang Zhen watched with interest.

The mean cat, curious, asked, “Kid, since when can a field chicken race horses? Is there a story behind this?”

Boom–!

A thunderous noise startled everyone.

Yang Zhen nearly tossed away the lamb leg in his hand as he looked toward the source of the noise and was taken aback.

A ten-meter-long monstrous beast had been flung to the ground by a towering 2.23-meter iron man.

Yang Zhen glanced at the lamb leg in his hand, then at the massive leg of the monster, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Chapter end

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