Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 701: Chapter 707 Look at this flower, so red! (Third update)

Yang Zhen was a devil, he must have been a devil. Only the devils in legends could provoke such an irresistible urge in people to dash up and strangle him.

Fu Kun glared at Yang Zhen with a fierce expression, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. His eyes were filled with anger.

A Dao debate, no matter where it took place, was always a supreme act. Both parties could enhance their Daoist feelings during the debate, and even elevate the minor Dao to the realm of the major Dao.

Numerous people yearned to find a worthy opponent for a tumultuous Dao debate. Though there was a high chance that life and death could be decided in an instant, there was also a tremendous opportunity for self-improvement.

Almost without exception, a victory in the Dao debate would result in an advancement, and even possibly a breakthrough.

Now, Fu Kun came all the way to Mount Beiqi looking for a Dao debate with Yang Zhen. Thousands of practitioners were watching. Yet Yang Zhen described such a sacred event as a quarrel!

It’s as if Gods quarrel in such a way.

Many Dao initiates shook their heads, giving Yang Zhen a disdainful glare. They were about to chide him, but suddenly, cheerful roars echoed through the air.

The initiates were bewildered. As they turned towards the source of the sounds, they were left dumbfounded.

All the cheerers were practitioners who hadn’t entered Dao yet. The lower the realm of the practitioner, the more excited they were. It seemed as if Yang Zhen had touched their points of excitement, almost driving them to frenzy.

“Absurd, utterly absurd. Has this Yang Zhen really entered Dao?”

“They’re nothing but a bunch of jokers, blindly following Yang Zhen’s antics. Characterizing Dao debate as a quarrel, I bet these uninitiated fools are having a grand time.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than someone snapped, glaring at the speaker and saying, “It’s none of your business!”

“You…you’re courting death!” The speaker was livid. Being publically mocked was something nobody could stomach.

But the man who had retorted merely looked at him, turned around with a disdainful face, and muttered, “What a snob, if I could beat you, I’d knock your nose in with one punch.”

“This… this man… he’s incredibly audacious!”

The cheering dwindled quickly. Those practitioners at the elementary realm, who hadn’t fully grasped the concept of ‘Dao’, perked up. A realization suddenly dawned on one, who blurted out, “Shit, I’ve been puzzled about what a Dao debate is. It’s so abstruse. Now I understand it’s just a quarrel, and we’re all good at that.”

“Do you think it’s a normal quarrel?” someone beside him sneered, “This could be a deadly quarrel, where one wrong word can lead to murder.”

“Well, murder it be. Bloody hell, which practitioner doesn’t have a few killings under his belt?”

Listening to the discussions around him, Fu Kun had a sinking feeling that he shouldn’t have come. However, as he watched Yang Zhen’s nonchalant demeanor, a sort of awe crept into his heart.

Could this bastard be doing it on purpose again?

With this thought, Fu Kun dare not take Yang Zhen lightly. Yang Zhen had come close to shattering his Daoist feelings on several occasions. This Yang Zhen was indeed extraordinary.

This thought made Fu Kun darken his face. He fixed his gaze on Yang Zhen and asked solemnly, “Heaven’s chosen talent, approved by the universe, receiving inspiration from heaven and earth, and entraining the primal energy of heaven and earth, that is the way to Dao. What Dao have you followed?”

All hearts sank. Dao initiates wore serious expressions, knowing that Fu Kun had fired the opening shot.

The uninitiated practitioners were confused. In their befuddlement, they all focused on Yang Zhen, waiting for his response with anticipation.

In the crowd, Han Yan’er, who had the deepest comprehension, looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression in her eyes, which were filled with a mix of shock and uncertainty.

All the people present, including two circulation phase powerhouses, altered their expressions in front of an unresponsive Yang Zhen. They evidently figured out that Yang Zhen was not as simple as he seemed.

Only Han Yan’er knew that Yang Zhen was not acting inscrutable, he just didn’t care.

This was a Dao debate. A slight slip could ruin one’s Daoist feelings and the Dao intent. Not to mention an advancement in realm, even one’s life could be at stake.

Did Yang Zhen really not care?

Watching Yang Zhen’s casual demeanor, Han Yan’er had a sudden revelation. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she gazed at Yang Zhen in awe.

Obviously, with Yang Zhen’s character, during this sort of act…er, during this time, Yang couldn’t not care. Even if he didn’t, he would still react with enthusiasm. That was Yang Zhen’s interest.

In the Dark Cat’s words, Yang Zhen, regardless of significance, time, or place, always put on an air of superiority.

If Yang Zhen wasn’t indifferent, he must have gone micro.

With this thought, Han Yan’er’s face took on a serious expression, but she was also a little doubtful. What if her guess was wrong?

Figuring this out with this bastard entering Dao was indeed exhausting!

At this point, Fu Kun saw that Yang Zhen hadn’t responded for a long time and was about to speak when Yang Zhen suddenly grinned, “I don’t know!”

He…didn’t know?

Everyone was baffled, including the two circulation phase powerhouses, who showed a disappointed expression.

Those who had not entered the path were looking at each other, some had even started cursing loudly.

Fu Kun burst into laughter, cornering Yang Zhen, “Don’t you know, or are you afraid to say it?”

“I don’t know!”

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment, spoke again, this time his smile had faded, and he was absolutely serious.

“You…” Fu Kun’s face changed, he hadn’t expected Yang Zhen to assert such a surrendering statement with such confidence.

Yang Zhen suddenly asked, “Do you know the path you’ve entered?”

Boom!

As the words fell, the Taoist details on the bodies of the two Circulation Phase Practitioners completely exploded.

The terrifying inscriptions and sword light suddenly became violent, startling everyone. Everyone subconsciously retreated, thinking that the two Circulation Phase powerhouses were going to kill Yang Zhen.

But why would they want to kill Yang Zhen out of the blue?

At this moment, Fu Kun’s face changed drastically, he took three steps back, looking at Yang Zhen incredulously.

In the crowd, those who didn’t understand what was happening asked the person next to them in confusion, who was wearing a shocked expression, “Senior, what does Yang Zhen mean, why is Fu Kun so afraid?”

“Yang Zhen…he’s incredible, with just this one sentence, his Dao is much stronger than Fu Kun’s.”

“Why?” The more they heard, the more confused they were.

“Because their paths are no longer on the same level.” The elder took a deep breath, shook his head in amazement and said, “Knowing is the Dao, not knowing is also the Dao, the Dao can be spoken, and it can’t be spoken, do you know which one is more profound?”

“Of course, the Dao that cannot be expressed is more profound.”

“Yang Zhen’s Dao…is the one that can’t be spoken!” The elder exclaimed in admiration.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly grinned, walked two steps, and patted Fu Kun’s shoulder, pointed to the ground and said, “Look, this flower, so red, look at this grass, so green.”

“The flower bears the will of heaven, blooms brilliantly, naturally red, the grass obeys the mother earth, grow and green, naturally green.”

“Nonsense!”

“You!” Fu Kun’s face blanked.

“These are just the appearances, the things you see, but what about the things you ignore?”

Fu Kun looked blank as he lay on the ground scrutinizing the flowers and grass Yang Zhen pointed out, he raised his head and said, “There is dew on the flowers and grass, and there are floating insects in the dew. But these are all due to the changes in the heavens, they complement each other and only then can they be called the great world.”

“Oh ho, you paid close attention, but have you listened carefully? Is this flower, this grass, this insect, this dewdrop…talking?”

Fu Kun laughed out loud, “This is absurd, how can these things talk?”

Yang Zhen winked at Fu Kun, “A flower is a world, a leaf is a floating river, this is basic practice, has your teacher not emphasized this simple truth?”

“You…”

Fu Kun sat on the ground, looking pale at Yang Zhen, cried out in alarm, “A Buddhist quote? No, this is impossible, a flower is a flower, grass is grass, how can they possess the virtue to be a world?”

Yang Zhen curled his lips, “Where would this Sao Saint know how they possess the virtues to become a world, but don’t you think that saying such words gives off quite the cool vibe?”

Pfft——!

Fu Kun’s mouth became a fountain, bright red.

So the flowers turned even redder, and the grass… also turned red.

At this moment, Fu Kun was stunned, looking absurdly at the flowers and grass in front of him, he had a distinct feeling that he had disturbed the peace of a world.

It turned out that unconsciously, an ordinary practitioner could also affect a world.

“So that’s how it is…so that’s how it is…” Fu Kun muttered to himself. As he looked up at Yang Zhen with a confused face, he gradually became clear-headed as he continued to mumble to himself.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen jumped away, hiding behind Hua Youyue, only revealing his head, “What are you trying…don’t…don’t…dig the grass, it’ll be the death of me.”

Boom!

Fu Kun’s Tao was promoted, his realm was improved, and his overall spirit also got better.

The whole world went quiet, leaving only Yang Zhen wailing, “This sucks, why won’t everyone stop staring at this Sao Saint?”