Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 695: Chapter 701 Fun! The deadly kind of fun! (One update)

This time, Yang Zhen really was startled, far more than when the damned cat told him he wasn’t human.

He had really messed up this time. Not himself, but the demon in front of him, clearly on the platform yet invisible to him, had messed up.

An evil creature he’d never seen, never even heard of, kept saying it had been waiting for him here, that he was finally here, that it had something to give him. It sounded as if it wanted to trust him with the universe, letting him play with it as he pleased.

The key point was that it seemed that this evil entity looked down on him!

Damn it!

Yang Zhen cursed, looking dumbfounded at his surroundings as he asked, in a tone of endless irritation, “Who are you? Do we know each other?”

This time, Yang Zhen used his Spirit Soul power. The thunderous sound filled the entire platform. The horrific sound waves should make it impossible for the evil entity not to hear him, as long as it retained any shred of sanity.

However, it seemed as if the creature truly didn’t hear him. It left no trace, except for a pervasive evil aura, directly corroding Yang Zhen’s soul.

If Yang Zhen’s soul were attacked by such an evil aura, he might become like a walking corpse, unconscious, and intent only on endless killing.

The most ridiculous thing was that this evil force seemed to invade passively. The aura wasn’t even doing anything – it was just there, and Yang Zhen couldn’t handle it. Who could?

No wonder it sounded as if it looked down on him.

Yang Zhen stood bewildered. If that creature wouldn’t come out, he would just have to stand his ground.

At that moment, the damned cat suddenly yowled and slapped Yang Zhen on the shoulder, saying, “Wake up! Wake up, man! What the hell are you doing?”

Yang Zhen started, suddenly coming to his senses, and saw an enormous cat rear end in front of him. Instinctively, he slapped it.

The damned cat shrieked, spun a full 360 degrees in the air and, as if burned, quickly sprang up again.

Seeing that Yang Zhen had returned to his senses, the damned cat heaved a sigh of relief, lifting Yang Zhen’s eyelids and letting out another sigh, “You almost scared me to death! You looked terrifying just now. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Yang Zhen had no patience for the damned cat’s nonsense. He asked blankly, “What happened to me just now?”

“You don’t know?” The damned cat paused, grinning, “Just now, your eyes were bloodshot, like you were going to turn me into barbecued cat. Suddenly craving for cat meat? Didn’t you say it tastes sour?”

Damn it, who said cat meat tasted sour!

Yang Zhen’s eyes flashed with terror. He took a deep breath and asked, “Did you hear a voice just now?”

“A voice?” The damned cat shook its head and said, “I didn’t hear anything. But you were panting like a dog in heat. This place is freaking weird. Your roaring is damn annoying. Let’s get out of here.”

Looking at the damned cat, certain it was not talking nonsense, Yang Zhen’s face changed color.

The damned cat couldn’t hear the voice, which meant the voice was actually speaking to him.

Oh boy, this was fun. Deadly fun!

Yang Zhen ignored the damned cat, walked to the center of the stone platform, and cursed loudly, “Come on, you son of a turtle! Come out if you have the guts, come out, come out, come out…”

“Ah!”

Yang Zhen raised his energy to its peak, gesticulating wildly, bellowing till everything shook, “I, the Sao Saint, was beating up the old folks at the Nanshan Sacred Palace Nursing Home when I was ten, and at thirteen, I was kicking around the North Sea Divine Temple Kindergarten. I’ve never been scared. You said you have something for me, so give it to me already.”

The lowly cat gaped at Yang Zhen in confusion, mumbling to itself, “Holy smokes, as a master of cursing, I take my hat off to you. Everyone else can thank their lucky stars they’re not in my shoes.”

After cursing for a while, Yang Zhen felt a bit thirsty. He grunted, “Not coming out, huh? Wait till this Sao Saint drinks a bottle of ’82 Water Spirit Marrow, and then we can continue cursing. Oh, where did we leave off?”

“He’s bald and doesn’t need a light bulb…”

The lowly cat swallowed hard and prompted him from behind.

“Right, you…” Yang Zhen was about to speak when a sigh wafted over, saying, “You failed, you’ve ultimately failed. I’ve failed too but… it’s normal. Nobody can escape the will of Heaven and Earth. It’s very normal. Everyone… has failed.”

“Holy crap, is he having a Lazarus moment?” Yang Zhen leapt in fright. The fellow who had virtually been on his deathbed a moment ago was now speaking fluent sentences. He was nearly on par with the Sao Rooster.

Clearly, the lowly cat heard it too. It startled, fur standing on end, body arching up, tail high, ready to pounce, but it was all for naught. In fact, it was rather comical.

Upon hearing that voice, Yang Zhen smirked and said, “Mate, can you tell me first who I am? Am I also a reincarnated being?”

“No, you’re not. You’re not him, but your auras are similar.”

“Maybe I’m a semi-finished reincarnation product. You did say that you all failed, right? You know, semi-finished products are like that. Oh, by the way, who are you, mate? You seem to carry a big aura. Could you be some demon king who once caused the end of the world?”

The voice laughed heartily and then sighed, “Interesting, quite intriguing. The thing is here, now it’s entirely up to fate whether you can obtain it. My end is near; it’s time to return this to Sanhua. She… she’s also a pitiful one, don’t fail her!”

What the hell? If Yang Zhen was to not fail every pitiful woman he came across, his entire home, even if it was the size of an entire real estate business, wouldn’t hold them all.

“Mate, don’t die just yet, at the very least, tell me who you are. And about that thing, won’t you give me a clue?”

“…..”

The voice hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, “Life is like a dream with three thousand turns, if you can stay awake, then don’t fall asleep.”

With that, the immense evil aura all vanished. The entire platform began to dissipate, and countless rocks fell off, the terrifying iron chains were like they had been touched by a disintegration programme, turning into twinkling specks before vanishing into the universe.

Boom!

A series of colossal airwaves descended from the sky. They flowed into the entire Tri-Floral Temple, which was full of dazzling light and overflowing with the scent of flowers. The whole Tri-Floral Temple transformed from a hell of evil into a heavenly fairyland, magnificent and tranquil. The twang of music was faintly audible, the whispered words were hard to make out, yet they imparted a soothing aura.

A grey bead, devoid of any aura, floated quietly in mid-air like a newborn baby entering deep sleep. As it breathed in and out, it seemed as if it could absorb the entire universe.

Getting confused, the lowly cat clung onto Yang Zhen’s trouser leg, gazing stupefied at the unbelievable sight before him, and suddenly shrieked, “Damn, is that item left for you by that chap? This is big, really big! This fellow calls himself Spirit Soul and keeps mentioning Sanhua. He’s clearly not just any deity, but a revered saint?”

Yang Zhen didn’t pay attention to the lowly cat. He glanced down at it, swallowed nervously, and muttered to himself as if in a trance, “He said…he’s returning this thing to me.”

“Tsk, just give it if he wants to give it. Why make it sound like he’s returning it… What the hell, what did you just say? Returning?” The lowly cat shrieked, almost falling from Yang Zhen’s trouser leg.

“Kid, are you a reincarnated being as well?”

“He said… I’m not!”

“Do you believe him?”

“I do!”

Damn reincarnation! Yang Zhen was a soul transmigrator, not a reincarnate; this was something he was more sure about than anyone else in the immortal cultivation world.