Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 453: Chapter 459: Driving as steady as a dog! (Fifth update)

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess looked doubtfully at Elder Qian, slowly opening her mouth to ask, “Elder Qian?”

Elder Qian took a deep breath, turned to the Thousand-Spirit Saintess and said, “After the journey to the Mobei Abyss ends, I will personally protect your path. You… should enter the Ancient Spirit Road!”

Upon hearing this, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess shuddered, looking at Elder Qian incredulously and asking, “Why the rush?”

Elder Qian chuckled bitterly and said, “The heavenly cycle has altered. What’s coming… might be a great calamity!”

“A great calamity?” A gleam flashed across Thousand-Spirit Saintess’s jet-black eyes. She muttered to herself, turned to Yang Zhen, nodded, and said, “I will prepare!”

Elder Qian sighed softly and likewise turned his gaze to Yang Zhen, speaking with a peculiar tone, “The cycle of time is ninety-nine, one hidden. Throughout the ages, no one knows where this one lies. This is the change of the heavenly cycle. What will this world become now that the variables have appeared?”

The others didn’t hear what Elder Qian had said. They simply looked at Han Yan’er in shock, their faces full of disbelief.

Without experiencing the baptism of Heavenly Tribulation, without assimilating the origin of heaven and earth, after merely a sword stroke that destroyed the tribulation cloud, she landed and… oh, glanced at Yang Zhen before advancing to the Tribulation Crossing Period.

Damn it, when did crossing heavenly tribulation become so easy?

A group of people looked at Yang Zhen eagerly, as if having Yang Zhen by their side during their tribulation crossing meant they wouldn’t have to suffer any pain. Just a glance at Yang Zhen would ensure their unscathed entry into the Tribulation Crossing Period.

Yang Zhen felt chills all over from these people’s weird glances. He glared and said, “Damn it, what are you all looking at this Sao Saint for? This Sao Saint’s time is precious. Anyone who wants to cross tribulation later will have to make an appointment first. A hundred… no, five hundred thousand crystal stones per time, plus the Heavenly Tribulation Origin. Cash only for this little business. And also, this Sao Saint doesn’t guarantee your successful tribulation crossing!”

A bunch of practitioners with eager eyes twitched at the corners of their mouths.

“Typical disdainful Yang, only he could turn something like this into a business.”

“Damn it, perhaps none of us here are richer than this bastard Yang Zhen, but he is still after money. He even asks for five hundred thousand off the bat. Why don’t you just rob us?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen was somewhat displeased. He stared at the practitioner and said, “This Sao Saint disagrees with what you said. What do you mean asking for five hundred thousand directly? Don’t this Sao Saint need to prepare when helping you cross tribulation? Isn’t there a risk involved? What if it fails and this Sao Saint ends up gravely injured?”

Hearing this, everyone simply kept their mouths shut.

Just now, who knows how many people envied the astounding injury recovery ability that this bastard Yang Zhen just displayed. With such terrifying ability, what does a little injury mean?

Plainly speaking, this bastard is just greedy for money. Who would be foolish enough to take this bait with such an outrageous asking price!

“Here is five hundred thousand crystal stones!”

A sweet, clear, and ethereal voice rang out, causing everyone to stiffen. They turned to look at the Thousand-Spirit Saintess in a daze.

Under everyone’s scrutiny, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess slowly walked up to Yang Zhen, handed over a delicate storage ring, and laughed, “You can check it. After this journey to the Mobei Abyss, or even during the journey, I may need to cross tribulation. I hope Young Master Yang will protect my path then!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was petrified. They stared blankly at the Thousand-Spirit Saintess.

Not to mention Elder Qian who gaped open-mouthed in bewilderment. Clearly, he never expected that the successor of the Ancient Spirit Race, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, would seek the protection of an outsider!

Moreover, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess readily handed out five hundred thousand crystal stones. This gave everyone a suffocating feeling, a painful sensation known as poverty.

Look, see that? That’s the Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Race, carrying around five hundred thousand crystal stones.

Comparing oneself to others could cause serious resentment!

However, nobody dared show their resentment. Are you kidding? Better to be angry at that bastard Yang, you can’t possibly be angry at the Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Race. Forget the fact that the Thousand-Spirit Saintess’s demeanor is ethereal as ink, even the enormous backing of the Ancient Spirit Race behind her has few Mahayana Phase achievers residing on it. No one would dare show any resentment towards the Thousand-Spirit Saintess.

Seeing Yang Zhen joyfully accepting the storage ring, Elder Qian smiled wryly, about to speak, when Yang Zhen suddenly returned the five hundred thousand crystal stones to the Thousand-Spirit Saintess.

Everyone watched in stupefaction. Some even cursed aloud, “Damn, didn’t expect this Yang scoundrel to have some manners after all. How could he possibly accept the Thousand-Spirit Saintess’s crystal stones. If only I could protect the path for the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, forget about not accepting crystal stones, I would even be willing to live ten years less.”

“I’ve made up my mind. In order to protect the Thousand-Spirit Saintess’s path, I’m going to retreat for ten years!”

“What’s your cultivation phase, brother?”

“Divine Travel Stage, why?”

“Well…then you should go into seclusion for a hundred years.”

“Bloody hell, are you looking down on me?”

A crowd was indignant, blaming Yang Zhen, but fortunately, Yang Zhen gave the crystal stone back to the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, which did not trigger their fury.

The expression on the Thousand-Spirit Saintess froze, and she asked Yang Zhen, “Don’t you … want to take my crystal stone?”

Hearing the words of the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, everyone in the place glared at Yang Zhen, they appeared relieved that he had some decency.

Yang Zhen turned a blind eye to the crowd’s gaze, shook his head and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to take it— it’s just not enough!”

Not … not enough?

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the crowd there swore loudly, “You think five hundred thousand is too less?”

Even the Thousand-Spirit Saintess was stunned, asking, “Why?”

Elder Qian came imposingly to Yang Zhen with a gloomy face, “Young Master Yang, it’s not good to be unfaithful to your words, right?”

Yang Zhen curled his lip, saying, “The Sao Saint always stands by his words—one spit, one nail—once spoken, not even a horse can pull back my True Essence word. How could I be unfaithful?”

“Then why do you think that these five hundred thousand from the Saintess are too less?” Elder Qian looked like he doubted this heavily.

Yang Zhen, not the least bit cowed, glanced at the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, stared at Elder Qian and said, “Elder, do you take this Sao Saint to be a three-year-old? The Miss from this ink painting is undergoing a special Heavenly Tribulation, and it’s definitely not her first or second time. I don’t even know if I can withstand it. Don’t you think this dangerous task is worth more than five hundred thousand?”

Hearing that Yang Zhen actually called Elder Qian a fellow villager, everyone almost bit their tongue.

When they heard Yang Zhen call the Thousand-Spirit Saintess a Miss who came out of an ink painting, they were altogether petrified.

Elder Qian was also stupefied, unintentionally asking, “Then what price do you think is appropriate?”

Yang Zhen calculated on his fingers, “For this deal, no less than one million crystal stones! Otherwise, this Sao Saint won’t accept!”

“Why don’t you just rob us!” Elder Qian was so angry that his beard was fuming, glaring at Yang Zhen, his urges to slap Yang Zhen surging.

Everyone was shocked looking at Yang Zhen. Who would have thought that in front of a fearsome power at the Mahayana Phase, Yang Zhen would dare to name such a high price? And most importantly, Yang Zhen made Elder Qian so angry that his beard stood on end.

Kind Old Man Elder Qian, the kind old man Elder Qian who always beams at people, was actually made so angry by Yang Zhen that his beard stood on end without him even slapping Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen muttered, “You think this Sao Saint doesn’t want to? It’s only because I can’t beat you, fellow villager!”

“You…” Elder Qian was left speechless, his face full of disbelief and frustration.

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess concealed her smile, turned around and looked at Elder Qian, her gaze calm, but she couldn’t suppress a smile on her face.

Elder Qian was taken aback, tremblingly took out a storage ring out from his bosom, and angrily placed it in the hand of the Thousand-Spirit Saintess.

“I will pay you back!” the Thousand-Spirit Saintess said, struggling to suppress her laughter.

“Who let you pay it off!” Elder Qian glared at Yang Zhen and said, “Kid, if the Saintess loses even a single hair the next time she crosses the tribulation, I must sample your Great Missing Sword!”

Yang Zhen patted his chest confidently, stretching his neck and said, “Fellow villager, you can rest assured, this Sao Saint is like an old driver, steady as a dog in driving!”

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