Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 488: Chapter 494: A Sycophant Has Nothing at All! (Second Update)

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree!

Seeing so many people imitating him, Yang Zhen felt rather comfortable.

But then, Yang Zhen began to feel somewhat annoyed; damn it, with so many ‘Yang Zhens’, wouldn’t he lose his ability to show off?

Although Yang Zhen never bragged, cough cough… he was genuinely awesome. Still, he found it quite irksome that these people were copying his swagger.

“Hey, fellow Daoist, are you Yang Zhen?”

Yang Zhen randomly stopped a young man carrying a cat and asked.

The young man looked at Yang Zhen disdainfully, and then turned his gaze to the despised cat. His eyes lit up, and after staring at it for a while, he slowly turned back to Yang Zhen: “Are you Yang Zhen?”

Hearing this counter-question, Yang Zhen subconsciously nodded.

But before Yang Zhen could nod, he heard the young man sneer: “Fellow Daoist, you sure you’re not insane? If everyone with a cat is Yang Zhen, wouldn’t that mean they’re all Yang Zhen?”

“How do you know I’m not Yang Zhen?” Yang Zhen was startled.

The man laughed heartily and said as if it were obvious: “If you were Yang Zhen, how could you ask such a silly question about whether I am Yang Zhen?”

Yang Zhen was left utterly speechless, his face stupefied with surprise.

Damn it, that was the protagonist! That posture, that cultivation, that cool, arrogant, and blasting attitude were typical of a protagonist. Yang Zhen even saw a halo forming above the young man’s head. Was he about to ascend to heaven?

Seeing Yang Zhen’s surprised expression, the young man shook his head and said: “Fellow Daoist, we are all worshippers of Yang Zhen. You should stop asking people if they are Yang Zhen, that would only tarnish his name. He is so wise and brave, how could he have a foolish fan like you?”

For a moment, Yang Zhen could not find words or reasons to refute him and simply nodded: “But… I really am Yang Zhen!”

The young man’s face darkened, he fixed his gaze on Yang Zhen. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, pointed at Yang Zhen, and loudly said: “Everyone, this fellow Daoist claims he’s Yang Zhen!”

“Yang Zhen?”

“Where is Yang Zhen?”

“Tsk, I am the real Yang Zhen. I don’t know why this fellow Daoist is impersonating me?”

“Funny, I also happen to be Yang Zhen. Why don’t I, the Sao Saint, compare notes with you all, and let you see who the real Yang Zhen is?”

“Bastard, if you’re Yang Zhen, then who am I, the Sao Saint?”

Another handsome young man with a charismatic air appeared, a chicken on his left shoulder, a cat on his right, and even a Great Missing Sword on his back. This makes Yang Zhen question what his name really was.

The despised cat was lazily sprawled on Yang Zhen’s shoulder, burrowed its head into its stomach, and let out chuckles.

Yang Zhen looked perplexed at the ‘high-quality imitation’ Yang Zhen who came forward. It felt like he has been trampled over by a herd of alpacas a thousand times.

What… what is happening?

The high-quality imitation Yang Zhen arrived in front of everyone and said in a salute: “Everyone, my name is Yang Zhen, and I never change it. I am the most low-key person. If anyone else impersonates me, the Sao Saint, I wouldn’t mind smashing their skull with the Great Missing Sword. Even if it’s a practitioner at the Divine Transformation Stage, I would smash without hesitation… but…”

The crowd gasped in unison, then looked curiously at the imitation Yang Zhen, asking, “But…the Sao Saint is going to fight the Black Puppet at the Desolate Heaven Sacrifice soon, and he needs two powerful young Senior Sisters to protect the Dao. Are there any young Senior Sisters willing to go with the Sao Saint?”

Yang Zhen’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He sneered and said to the despised cat on his shoulder: “Damn, this bastard is using the name of the Sao Saint to pick up chicks, isn’t he?”

The chuckling of the despised cat became louder.

“Who would believe such a trick? How crazy does one have to be to…”

“Ahahahaha, Yang Zhen, I’m willing!”

“Master Yang… do you think my cultivation is enough to… to be a guardian for you?”

Before Yang Zhen could finish his sentence, he looked blankly at the young female practitioners who rushed up, completely petrified.

The imitation Yang Zhen’s face was smug. He took a look around, and his gaze suddenly lit up as he landed on an ordinary young woman.

“What should I call you, Senior Sister?” the doppelganger of Yang Zhen pushed through the crowd of girls and approached a plainly dressed girl.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, then suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The young woman in front of him, despite her ordinary appearance, exuded an aura cold as millennia-old ice, giving off a palpable spine-chilling feeling.

Yang Zhen took a slight peek and instantly retracted it, but despite his stealth, the woman turned her gaze towards Yang Zhen.

“Ssshh… Ssshhhhhh…” Yang Zhen whistled and looked up to the sky at forty-five degrees with a melancholic expression.

Such keen perception!

Yang Zhen was certain that the icy woman he was staring at was no ordinary being.

“How may I address you, Senior Sister?”

The counterfeit Yang Zhen asked again, nearly driving the real Yang Zhen to slap him.

Damn it, is this how the Sao Saint – me – flirts with girls?

If he ever caught hold of the imposter, he would give him a lesson and show him what it meant to be ‘obsequious and get nothing in return’!

He’s throwing shame on the name of Sao Saint!

Yang Zhen even contemplated if he should disclose the secrets of how to charm girls, mastered by several generations on his home planet Blue, and become rich in minutes?

To his surprise, the icy girl lightened up with a smile.

Holy crap, when glaciers melt, they turn into water!

Even Yang Zhen, a man used to seeing stunning women like those little princesses and Dao idiots, felt overwhelmed.

What an extraordinary sight!

This icy girl was as exquisitely beautiful as the Thousand-Spirit Saintess in traditional ink paintings – both were rare beauties with unique styles that left people enamored.

As Yang Zhen reveled in the ‘Yang Zhen’s way of courting girls’ and sipped some fine wine from a gourd, his heart was filled with satisfaction.

“The little woman is Ji Yourong!” The icy woman smiled at him, making the whole world feel warmer. Her ethereal voice lifted the spirits of those who heard it.

Splutter!

Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of water on the face of the guy next to him and stared blankly at the icy woman’s chest.

“So big!”

It makes sense that not everyone would dare to bear the name ‘Yourong’!

Ji Yourong looked at Yang Zhen with a serene expression, her icy gaze carrying a hint of coldness.

Yang Zhen just wanted to curse.

The fake Yang Zhen had seemed so interesting to this icy woman, yet her reactions towards the real Yang Zhen were frosty. Wait, no, the icy woman had a big bust, but no beard.

Nevertheless, Yang Zhen was bitter, thinking about confronting the counterfeit and tearing him apart.

But soon, Yang Zhen held back his impulse, reckoning that leading this perilous mission to the wilderness was better left to others.

The impersonator’s face suddenly changed. With hesitation, he asked, “Miss Ji, are you by any chance from the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain?”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions drastically changed, and many unconsciously backed off a little.

Ji Yourong shook her head slowly and replied in a calm voice, “It’s merely a coincidence. Not everyone in the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain bears the surname Ji, just as not every Ji hails from the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain.”

People heaved a sigh of relief at her words.

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