Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 742: Chapter 748: Daring to Say Anything! (One more)

A hundred rays?

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present felt an urge to turn around and leave.

That was not how one should converse. How were they supposed to respond now?

A hundred rays, god damn it. Why not just say a thousand?

Not to mention Yue Yazi and the others, even Yunla and his group were taken aback. Yunla, who was initially delighted and eager for Yang Zhen’s humiliation, almost slipped and fell flat on his face, staring at Yang Zhen dumbfounded.

Did this bastard just dare to say that?

Mo Shuiyan, Wu Tao, and Jin Heng all looked at each other with bitter smiles on their faces. They could accept Yang Zhen’s outspoken character, but there had to be a limit. A hundred rays, forget about Yue Yazi and the others, even their own people wouldn’t believe it.

Only the cheeky cat, looking like a high-minded feline, stood on Yang Zhen’s shoulder, hands clasped behind, squinting at the sky with a profund look. While he hummed a strange tune that none of them recognized, it held a strangely infectious quality and was somewhat pleasant to listen to.

What song was this?

Yang Zhen and the cheeky cat, who were clearly just spouting nonsense, somehow gave off the impression of having a lofty and cold demeanor.

But this…

“Being invincible is so… so lonely…”

Just hearing those lyrics made people want to throttle Yang Zhen. It was one thing for the cheeky cat to put on airs, but Yang Zhen actually seemed to think he had indeed cultivated a hundred rays of Heavenly Brilliances. His arrogant demeanor was even more exaggerated than Yue Yazi’s.

It took a while for Yue Yazi to gather his wits. He gawked at Yang Zhen, stunned, and finally managed to blurt out, “A hundred…a hundred rays?”

“Yeah, I was short on time back then, and the Sao Saint inside me was hurting a bit, so I was forced to stop. If I’d known, I would’ve worked out a little more before cultivating, I might’ve been able to produce two hundred rays,” Yang Zhen answered earnestly. It wasn’t nonsense—towards the end, even the frighteningly powerful Dragon Elephant Prison Body of his was finding it hard to endure the extreme pain. It was a pain that could make one question their existence, as if their entire body was being cut to pieces and salt was being poured over the wounds.

Yue Yazi looked furious, his face turning all sorts of colors. He glared at Yang Zhen and finally exploded, “Yang Zhen, what is with you? Can’t you make a little sense when you speak? Damn it, a hundred rays, two hundred rays, do you really think anyone would believe you?”

He’s getting desperate!

Seeing Yue Yazi finally lose his cool, Yunla felt quite relieved. He put his hands together in prayer and quietly muttered a Buddhist chant, but didn’t dare to interfere.

If Yang Zhen had “honestly” claimed to have cultivated twenty rays of Heavenly Brilliances, Yunla might’ve been able to ridicule Yue Yazi to let off some steam. But when Yang Zhen opened his mouth to claim a hundred rays, a monk can’t lie, Master Yang!

What a wasted opportunity. Yunla also looked frustrated, wishing he could step forward and laugh in Yue Yazi’s face.

Yue Yazi, stamping his feet in anger, had a group of practitioners behind him looking utterly bewildered. But after seeing what happened to the young practitioner earlier, no one dared to comment on Yang Zhen anymore. Who knew, Wu Tao—the petite yet violent lady—might just swing her hand and someone else would be getting slapped.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly sighed, looking infinitely melancholic, and said to his cat: “Look at this sky!”

“So blue!”

“Look at this earth!”

“So sandy!”

“Look at the honest words of this Sao Saint!”

“How come no one believes?”

The man and the cat engaged in this back-and-forth seamlessly, their faces filled with melancholy. The sight of these two lonely figures inexplicably tugged at the hearts of everyone present.

Maybe they should believe in Yang Zhen just a little bit?

The moment this thought entered their minds, everyone shivered.

F*ck this, believe a ghost’s ass? Whoever believes him is a bloody idiot!

Who could possibly cultivate the Lesser Spell Method to a hundred moves?

Were those two idiots poisonous?

Yue Yazi was gnashing her teeth in anger, but she didn’t dare to move amidst the crowd around Yang Zhen and with Yunla and Mo Shuiyan there. She then blinked her eyes and chuckled, saying,

“Brother Yang is indeed humorous, a hundred moves then. Whatever you say goes. I have to go and report back, rest assured, I’ll bring the news of you cultivating a hundred Heavenly Brilliances back to the Yaochi Holy Land.”

Upon hearing Yue Yazi’s words, everyone present paused for a moment. As expected of Yue Yazi, she could restrain herself even under such circumstances and responded with such a charming smile, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

Especially the men present, their hearts softened when they heard the soft voice of Yue Yazi referring to herself as I, a woman.

Even Yang Zhen shuddered when he heard the word I.

Well… master and servant relationships indeed shouldn’t be messed with.

Yang Zhen nodded, “Thank you, Miss.”

It seemed that Yue Yazi quite liked the title Miss, which she hardly heard in daily life. She blinked her eyes and asked playfully, “Can I go now?”

Upon hearing this, Mo Shuiyan snorted, was about to speak, but Yang Zhen gave a grin, nodded, and said, “Of course… you can’t leave!”

The smile on Yue Yazi’s face froze, and she stared at Yang Zhen, “Yang Zhen, there’s no deep hatred between us, not even a conflict. Are you trying to keep me here?”

“Please keep referring to yourself as I, it’s more pleasing to the eye!” Yang Zhen shrugged, winked at Yue Yazi, and said, “You haven’t answered my question, Sao Saint, so of course you can’t leave!”

“Question?” Yue Yazi was clearly confused by Yang Zhen. She asked blankly, “What question?”

Saying that, Yue Yazi suddenly came to her senses. She stomped her foot and said, “This is the Western Region, yes, the Western Region. You have come to the Western Region, bastard, you wait for me!”

Seeing Yue Yazi leaving furiously, taking one stomping step after another, everyone was dumbfounded.

The Three Demonesses of the Demon Sect had countless admirers in the Western Region, and young men usually tried to please them. Now, Yang Zhen infuriated Yue Yazi, the stunning Third Demoness, making her shiver with anger.

It was over!

The crowd marveled at Yang Zhen’s audacity, saying that even if he had cultivated a hundred Heavenly Brilliances, let alone a thousand, he was doomed, and he wouldn’t leave the Western Region alive.

Plus, Yang Zhen claimed that he had cultivated a hundred Heavenly Brilliances. This… would be the joke of the year in the Western Region. How gullible would one have to be to believe this?

Mo Shuiyan couldn’t stop giggling and leaned on Yang Zhen because she couldn’t stand up straight, “Let me… let me borrow your shoulder…”

The bewitching woman was laughing like a hen, leaving everyone with eyes widened in shock.

Yunla sighed and said dejectedly, “Brother Yang shouldn’t have been so reckless. Just twenty Heavenly Brilliances could have caused an uproar in the whole Western Region. Why did you exaggerate?”

Yang Zhen blinked and responded, “Guess?”

Yunla was both amused and exasperated, and he advised earnestly, “After Yue Yazi goes back and spreads the word, the whole Western Region will soon know about it, and then…you…”

“Yes, I am Yang Zhen. I have really cultivated a hundred Heavenly Brilliances. Lying makes one a puppy…”

Yang Zhen boldly asserted himself in front of the crowd, full of arrogance, “When you get back, help me spread the word too. I, Sao Saint, will be having a candlelit dinner with the Third Saintess in the future. Now you’ve been watching closely for so long, do you know how much of a fortune that is?”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Yunla lost his footing and squatted on the ground in despair.

A candlelit dinner with the Third Saintess, do you know what you’re saying?

If Yue Yazi’s admirers formed a tenth of the Western Region, then the Third Saintess’s admirers certainly made up the rest, and even more.

Yang Zhen was damned, he dared to say anything!