Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 927 - 953 How Many Dishes to Get Drunk Like This

Chapter 927: Chapter 953: How Many Dishes to Get Drunk Like This? (Second Shift)

Chapter 927: Chapter 953: How Many Dishes to Get Drunk Like This? (Second Shift)

Do practitioners have noses?

Of course, they’re not ordinary noses, so they don’t usually sneeze, but it’s a different story when they encounter allergies.

Ever since he approached this giant gold crown tree, Yang Zhen had already sneezed three times in a row, he must be allergic to this gold crown tree.

Kerchoo!

The fourth sneeze arrived on cue, and Yang Zhen’s face flickered with a puzzled expression. Han Yan’er beside him also wore a strange look, “Could it be that this tree has some sort of mystery to it?”

“It has a mystery, it must have a mystery!” Yang Zhen said solemnly, staring intently at the boundless tree before him, “Let’s go in and take a look!”

The mischievous cat’s eyes shone brightly as it spoke, “Kid, this tree is not ordinary, I tell you.”

Nonsense, can an ordinary tree grow that big?

Yang Zhen gave the mischievous cat a glance and said, “Is the world of the Great Desolation always this bizarre? This is too big.”

After putting away the Great Missing Sword, the mischievous cat climbed onto Yang Zhen’s shoulder and pointed toward the abyss, saying, “This abyss wasn’t formed naturally, it’s man-made.”

“What’s that?”

Looking at the abyss whose depth was unknown, Yang Zhen’s eyes nearly popped out, “Who would spend the effort to create such a huge hole?”

The mischievous cat’s face lit up with excitement, saying, “Quick, let’s go down, there are goodies inside.”

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Hearing there were goodies, Yang Zhen stopped sneezing and immediately rushed down with Han Yan’er. No matter what the goodies were, since they had come across them, there was no reason to let them go.

Along the way, the mischievous cat explained to Yang Zhen, “Haven’t you noticed? This place embodies the power of an absolute position, the diagonal dragon’s mouth gazing at the moon formation?”

Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment and shook his head, “In such a large place, what can you tell from one tree? But I can feel that there seems to be a heavy cold atmosphere here.”

The mischievous cat let out a strange laugh and said, “It’s not strange that you didn’t notice. Here lies a grand setup created by some sort of evil cultivator, tsk tsk, who would have thought that within the Great Nether Dynasty there lay such an evil presence.”

“An evil presence?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback and exchanged a look with Han Yan’er, both faces filled with curiosity.

In the world of cultivation, deception and strife are common, dying or surviving in the chaos; what room is there for a distinction between good and evil?

Even the so-called evil cultivators in the stories of the cultivation world are merely those who employ unsavory methods in pursuit of the power of Heaven and Earth, engaging in selfish acts that harm others.

So-called morality, as defined by society, is an old and outdated concept. By now, no one really uses the dichotomy of good and evil to judge a person or a power’s nature.

It’s about the victors and the vanquished, regardless of whether you’re upright or crooked.

Seeing the expressions on Yang Zhen and Han Yan’er’s faces, the mischievous cat shook its head and counted off, “Boy, you better believe it, some evil beings are utterly heartless; today you might just witness one.”

Yang Zhen was unconvinced as he said, “How heartless? Could they possibly use humans as a cauldron?”

“Using humans as a cauldron is but a minor way, and it’s also a disgraceful minor way, this tree… has quite the background!”

The mischievous cat started to play coy, while Yang Zhen didn’t press the issue further. The wretched creature was terrible at keeping secrets, blurting out whatever came to mind. Yang Zhen was not worried that after going down, the cat’s mouth wouldn’t reveal any useful information.

Han Yan’er, curious, followed closely beside Yang Zhen, with the Sun Shadow sword in her hand emitting a soft glow. She suddenly spoke, “I… I’m feeling a bit cold.”

Yang Zhen pulled at his clothes while saying, “It is a bit cold; these crooked and wicked ways always involve some yin yang ghostly stuff. Wouldn’t it be nice if they warmed things up a bit?”

“What are you doing?” Han Yan’er looked at Yang Zhen with a baffled expression, her eyes filled with confusion.

Yang Zhen was surprised and replied, “I’m giving you clothes to wear.”

Pffft!

Han Yan’er burst into laughter, her jade-like face slightly blushed as she glared at Yang Zhen, “With the invasion of evil Qi bringing such cold, would wearing an extra layer of clothing really help?”

Seeing the brightness in Han Yan’er’s eyes and the brilliance of her smile, Yang Zhen pursed his lips and muttered to himself, “My lady, you’re really cursing me to a lonely fate here.”

In truth, Yang Zhen had subconsciously used a tactic commonly employed by ‘big brothers’ on Earth, and by the time Han Yan’er’s laughter subsided, he had already realized it.

Damn, Han Yan’er was absolutely right, the cold brought about by the invasion of malevolent Qi wasn’t something that an extra layer of clothes, let alone being wrapped up like a zongzi, could contend with. Practitioners were supposed to be immune to severe cold, but this kind of Yin energy was different; it penetrated to the marrow, chilling one to the core.

This… experience can be fatal.

“What does ‘cursing one to a lonely fate’ mean?” Han Yan’er’s gaze also turned cold as she fixed her eyes on Yang Zhen, giving him a chill down his spine.

Just as Yang Zhen was pondering how to extricate himself from the situation, a sorrowful scream echoing with layers of anguish rose from below. Yang Zhen’s eyes widened, and he bellowed, “A howl at the sight of injustice! Act when action is due! Fear not, my lady, for I am here to rescue you!”

Han Yan’er looked speechlessly at Yang Zhen as he charged downward. She rolled her eyes at his retreating figure and hurriedly followed suit.

…

Lu Ziyue’s complexion was pale, her blood and Qi in turmoil. Her long sword was covered in fresh blood that dripped onto a tree trunk, producing a crisp sound.

Not far off, Senior Brother Ren was drenched in blood, his face contorted in pain as he stared at a dozen or so fluttering spectral apparitions in the air. He snorted coldly and with one strike, he severed his own left arm.

“Ren… Senior Brother Ren, you!”

Lu Ziyue cried out in alarm, quickly drawing her sword and rushing towards Senior Brother Ren.

“Don’t come any closer!” Senior Brother Ren frowned, his gaze locked on the floating apparitions as he stood up and took a deep breath, “Whoever you are, skulking in the shadows, why not reveal yourself and fight me face-to-face?”

A gloomy voice sounded from all directions, filled with mockery.

“Worthy of being Saint Ren Changsheng, to discard an arm without a second thought?”

Hearing this voice, the doubtful expression on Ren Changsheng’s face gradually disappeared, and he smiled, “I should have known it was you. What I didn’t expect was for your realm to have improved so rapidly. I shouldn’t have spared your life back then.”

An hysterical laugh rang out as spectral shadows swirled about, emitting mournful sounds, and the shrill voice said, “Ren Changsheng, I should thank you for the grudge of that sword from years ago. Otherwise, how could I have achieved such advancement? After parting for over a decade, I thought the Heavenly Moon Sacred Ground had been wiped out. Never did I expect you to still have a chance to rise again. But… you must now be the most precious disciple of the Heavenly Moon Sacred Ground, the hope of the whole land, aren’t you? I wonder if the Heavenly Moon Granny would be heartbroken enough to come after me with the Heavenly Moon Sacred Sword if you were to die here today.”

Ren Changsheng silently sneered, shaking his head as he responded, “Everyone says that Quan Daoren is fickle in temper, but now it seems that you’re also dim-witted. Only the likes of you would hide in such a cursed place. Why would my granny come here to kill you? Do you think you can stop me, Ren Changsheng, from leaving this place?”

Quan Daoren laughed heartily, and for a moment, the golden leaves around rustled and clanged like metal weapons clashing.

“I forgot to tell you, this place is my domain, Quan Daoren’s territory. Not even a Half-step Great Saint could hope to leave alive, let alone you, Ren Changsheng.”

Ren Changsheng’s face changed, and just as he was about to speak, a voice expressing surprise came from behind, “Even a Half-step Great Saint can’t escape? How have you degenerated so badly? Aren’t you afraid the wind will catch your tongue.”

“Who?”

The wandering specters in mid-air shuddered and turned towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, along with Han Yan’er, approached with an odd expression on his face, looking curiously at the floating apparitions and clicking his tongue in wonder.

What the hell are these things?

“Young Master, do not come closer!”

Lu Ziyue came to her senses and shrieked, but it was too late.

Yang Zhen had already entered.