Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 442: Chapter 448 – This guy is very wicked! (Third update)

Yang Zhen spoke in a low tone, whispering with the well-named ‘Cheap Cat’. What they discussed was not meant to be overheard.

In fact, what even the Cheap Cat didn’t know was the armor Yang Zhen sold to Saint Lin was not only a basic version, but also a sham piece, crafted together randomly in a small workshop.

The main thing was that, on that set of iron armor, Yang Zhen had made alterations. Not to mention the Ke Clan, but even the powerful creators of the Heavenly Book wouldn’t be able to crack it because before they did, the iron armor would just ‘pop’ and disintegrate into fragments!

Thanks to the antics of Yang Zhen and his two cheap friends, the flying craft competition ended prematurely. The outcome, of course, was everyone being tremendously happy. After all, with the iron armor and the two flying crafts at their disposal, entering the Mobei Abyss would be a matter of minutes, right?

Now, the key point was, how to ‘kidnap’ the Ke Clan people and let Saint Lin take everyone into the Mobei Abyss, controlling the iron armor.

“Let me take care of this matter!” Elder Qian assured the crowd with a cheery smile.

Upon hearing Elder Qian’s words, everyone perked up. If Elder Qian were to give his assurances, that would mean the Ancient Spirit Race would get involved. Once that happened, the other Great Sects and Ancient tribes would not stand by – under such circumstances, would the Ke Clan really refuse to oblige?

Even if Saint Lin had to grind his teeth and swallow his pride, he had to obediently control the iron armor and draw the attention of the ubiquitous Death Zys.

Returning to Ink Pool Peak, before Peak Master Mo, Elder Mo, and Palace Master Liu could approach Yang Zhen, he quickly dived into his mountain lair, living the life of a mountain hermit.

With some time remaining until the Mobei Abyss opened, Yang Zhen had to seize the moment to craft some other things as a backup. After all, the Mobei Abyss was a perilous place – a moment’s lack of attention and he could be swarmed and devoured by mosquitos, and they were not to be trifled with.

In the crowd, Peak Master Mo, flustered, withdrew his hand. He exchanged silent glances with Palace Master Liu before asking, “What… is Yang Zhen doing in that cave again?”

Palace Master Liu managed a bitter laugh and said, “Yang Zhen has always been unpredictable and doesn’t leave a trace. But this time, he probably has only two reasons.”

“Oh?” Peak Master Mo was taken aback and asked, “What reasons?”

Palace Master Liu smiled wryly and said, “Brother Mo, you are too close to see clearly. Yang Zhen just acquired the Shangyan Ancient Scripture and naturally needs to comprehend it. Yang Zhen is indeed highly gifted, but I think the cultivation method he practices is not of a high grade. Otherwise, considering his talent, he would surely have overcome more than just the heavenly tribulation by now.”

Peak Master Mo gasped and said with deep admiration, “The world is truly full of wonders. Yang Zhen’s talents are among the rarest I have ever seen. If it weren’t for the fact that Ink Pool Peak’s Cultivation Method only suits our disciples, I would have thought of letting Yang Zhen comprehend our method.”

“Father, why don’t we ask Yang Zhen if he wishes to join Ink Pool Peak?” Mo Xueling asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Peak Master Mo smiled and said, “Given Yang Zhen’s talent, joining our Peak could only hold him back. Highly gifted Practitioners shouldn’t join any sect – it would only restrict them. Moreover, do you really think Yang Zhen lacks cultivation resources?”

Mo Xueling stomped her foot and said, “Who lacks cultivation resources? Yang Zhen certainly doesn’t. He’s just too crafty!”

Palace Master Liu and Peak Master Mo laughed heartily. The latter took a deep breath and expressed his thoughts to Liu, “In that case, the second reason must be that Yang Zhen needs to craft some things again.”

“Oh?” Palace Master Liu perked up, smiling as he asked, “How do you figure that out, Brother Mo?”

“Yang Zhen just crafted the flying vehicles for the Cheap Cat and the chicken. Now that he’s sold his own vehicle to Saint Lin, considering the good relationship he cultivates with Miss Han and the Saintess, he certainly won’t let them ride an ordinary flying boat. Therefore, he will probably have to make at least three more vehicles.”

Palace Master Liu nodded in agreement. However, seeing Mo Xueling’s excited gaze, he was momentarily taken aback.

Seeing Mo Xueling’s expression, Peak Master Mo stuttered, then scolded her, “What nonsense! It’s not easy for Yang Zhen to craft those flying vehicles. You should not ask him to make one for you as well.”

“Dad, how do you always guess everything!” Mo Xueling pouted, clearly unhappy.

Peak Master Mo laughed heartily and said, “A father knows his daughter best, don’t I know what you’re thinking about in your heart?”

As he spoke, Peak Master Mo seemed to recall something suddenly, and he sighed, speaking carefully and sincerely, “Ling’er, it’s not easy to keep pace with Yang Zhen, you… don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Mo Xueling was taken aback, and then her face turned bright red. She turned her head quickly and stamped her foot, “Who… who wants to keep up with that guy’s pace? Yang Zhen, that bastard, is a philanderer. Isn’t having the Saint and the little Daoist enough?”

Peak Master Mo and Palace Master Liu looked at each other upon hearing this and laughed heartily, they said, “Being a man in the world, how can one be entangled in love affairs? Things like this should be allowed to follow their course naturally. Overthinking it is a kind of torture for everyone, it goes against one’s true feelings.”

Mo Xueling trembled, sighed, and turned around to leave, seeming rather absent-minded.

Palace Master Liu looked at Peak Master Mo, speechless, and hesitantly said, “Did Mo Lingnu really start showing interest in Yang Zhen?”

“Who knows? Damn, if I could figure out this thing called love, I wouldn’t have let Ling’er’s mother… alas, it’s a sin.”

Palace Master Liu patted Peak Master Mo’s shoulder and said, “Let things take their course naturally, let things take their course naturally.”

“Damn it!”

Peaker Master Mo, who had learned to swear from Yang Zhen, found swearing to be very satisfying. His face showed clear enjoyment.

…

Ke Clan, the great hall!

A group of elderly men looked baffled at a box of Eternal Gold Heaven Iron in the great hall. They glanced at each other with faces flushed with anger, scowling at the Saint.

A grey-clothed elder gave a cold snort, smashed the table in front of him with a slap, and pointed at the Saint tremblingly, “You… you unfilial son, is this the divine weapon you exchanged for our Ke Clan’s secret cultivation method?”

The Saint stood his ground, with a fearless expression. He seemed confident that he could persuade the group of old stubborn men in front of him, but the cold sweat on his forehead couldn’t stop running down.

Despite having full confidence, the Saint discovered that the situation in his imagination and reality were quite different.

Facing the accusations of the group of tribe elders, the pressure he felt was unimaginable.

In the great hall, there were also many younger members of the Ke Clan. Among them, a handsome young man of a similar age to the Saint said in a weird tone, “Great Clan Elder, since the Saint has such great confidence, why not let him show us what’s so magical about this iron box?”

Hearing the words of this young man, many of the young clan members present couldn’t help but turn their heads away, snickering. Obviously, they wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, making it hard to suppress their laughter.

“Scoundrels!” The Great Clan Elder roared in anger, making everyone jump in shock.

“Although this Eternal Gold Heaven Iron is precious, how can it be compared with our Ke Clan’s cultivation method that has been passed down for ten thousand years? If you can’t give me a satisfactory answer today, you’ll die along with that Yang Zhen!”

Seeing the Great Clan Elder’s rage, all the Ke Clan disciples present were silent as cicadas in winter. However, the majority of the younger disciples sneaked glances at the Saint’s face, revealing their schadenfreude.

“A bunch of old stubborns!” The Saint muttered under his breath, took out his key, and hung it around his neck.

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