Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1168: Heard That Stupidity is Contagious! (Three More) Chapter 1141: Chapter 1168: Heard That Stupidity is Contagious! (Three More) “`

Hitting people is unacceptable, least of all hitting Yang Zhen.

Zhou Tong, with a stifled look on his face, stepped forward and slapped Weng Yongli, sending him flying.

Slap!

A crisp sound resonated, and everyone present turned to stone.

Watching Weng Yongli tumble out and land on the ground with a bewildered look, struggling to rise and looking utterly perplexed and indignant yet fearful to voice it, everyone wanted to laugh but dared not to.

Weng Yongli, although seemingly gentle and refined, was well-known among the onlookers for holding grudges. At this moment, anyone daring to laugh aloud risked his wrath. While Weng Yongli wouldn’t dare disrespect Zhou Tong, he couldn’t guarantee the same for others.

What would it mean to be targeted by Weng Yongli?

Not a single disciple present dared to find out firsthand, not even those from the Heavenborn Sect. They all kept their heads down, their faces the picture of absurdity.

Although Zhou Tong was no fan of Weng Yongli, he wouldn’t normally reprimand him without reason. What on earth was going on?

Ghost Granny, after a moment of stunned anger, pointed at Zhou Tong and said, “Zhou Tong, you bully my disciple without cause. If you don’t give me an explanation today, I will have a fallout with you!”

Zhou Tong snorted coldly and, disregarding Ghost Granny, sternly said to Weng Yongli, “Boy, according to seniority, you should call Yang Zhen ‘Master Uncle.’ You dare say your master uncle lacks manners. Here’s a slap for you, and that’s me being considerate of that old hag, Ghost Granny.”

Hearing Zhou Tong’s words, everyone’s jaws nearly hit the floor.

Especially Weng Yongli, who, after being slapped silly, seemed as though he hadn’t woken from a dream, pointing at Yang Zhen and asking, “Master Uncle?”

“Good disciple, why call me ‘grandfather’?” Yang Zhen said with a chuckle, looking at Weng Yongli.

Weng Yongli’s face turned as if he had eaten something foul, and he fell silent, casting a pleading look at Ghost Granny.

How could Weng Yongli dare to speak at a time like this?

The man who looked to be about his age was Zhou Tong’s own master?

Could he be a greatly powerful senior who has the ability to revert to youthful appearance?

At this thought, Weng Yongli’s face paled, as if he had narrowly escaped the gates of death.

If Yang Zhen truly possessed the art to retain youth, just that one comment about the lack of manners could have been enough to kill him multiple times over.

Even Ghost Granny was stunned and irritably stupefied by Zhou Tong’s declaration, looking from Yang Zhen to Zhou Tong. Noting that Zhou Tong, despite being slightly irascible, did not seem to spout nonsense, she began to doubt her own judgment.

“This is preposterous. This person… this young man’s bone age and life force feel like they’re in their twenties, and yet you’ve taken him as your master?” Ghost Granny glared at Zhou Tong, furious, “You old fiend, what are you up to?”

The pseudo-Taoist’s jaw dropped and hadn’t closed yet; he also nodded, adding, “What qualities does this youngster possess to be honored as your master?”

Zhou Tong waved his hand and said, “Let’s not discuss his merits for now. I ask you, is the Third Mountain grand assembly still going to start or not? If not, I’m leaving.”

For heaven’s sake, a loss is still a loss, why would I deny it?

Seeing the mocking expression on Yang Zhen’s face, Zhou Tong felt like slapping Weng Yongli again.

Though it seemed inappropriate, the satisfaction from that slap was undeniable.

Ghost Granny and the pseudo-Taoist exchanged looks of surprise and confusion, and after a quick exchange of mystified glances, they said in a grave voice, “This matter…”

“We’ll discuss this matter later. Why have you become such a nag?” Zhou Tong said impatiently.

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The fake Daoist glanced at Lin Miaoyi, who showed an equally shocked expression, and said gravely, “Since that’s the case, let us begin!”

The Third Mountain festival to select a leader was not the main event, but it was significant enough to merit the attention of the Third Mountain.

After everyone had taken their seats, the fake Daoist ordered someone to bring forth a huge stele. Giving Yang Zhen a peculiar look, he said, “On this stele is a martial skill from the Green Lotus Sect called the ‘Twelve Blue Lotus.’ Though it is not some supreme treasure, it is still rare in the Central Court. Lin Miaoyi has not even practiced it. You have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn to comprehend it, and the one who does will be declared the winner!”

Hearing about the ‘Twelve Blue Lotus’ cultivation method, Zhou Tong’s face showed a hint of surprise, and he laughed heartily, “I never expected the Green Lotus Sect, who have always been as stingy as ghosts, to be willing to offer such a precious cultivation method…”

At this point, Zhou Tong looked at Yang Zhen with expectation and asked, “Are you confident?”

Yang Zhen looked curiously at Zhou Tong and immediately felt that the ‘Twelve Blue Lotus’ was out of the ordinary. He nodded and said, “Shall I give it a try?”

Zhou Tong glared and said in a low voice, “You must take it. The ‘Twelve Blue Lotus’ is an incredibly formidable cultivation method within the Green Lotus Sect. Just look at the expression on that young girl Lin Miaoyi’s face, and you’ll know.”

Yang Zhen looked towards Lin Miaoyi in surprise. Lin Miaoyi just happened to be looking his way as well, and their gazes met mid-air. Yang Zhen blinked and turned to Zhou Tong, “She is indeed surprised. But something as precious as this won’t be so easily understood. There must be a trick in this stele, so I can only do my best.”

Zhou Tong was displeased and glared at Yang Zhen, “You rascal, you’ve mastered my cultivation method and martial skills so quickly, yet you’re chickening out at the Green Lotus Sect. If you can’t take it, know that I will look down on you.”

Yang Zhen glared back at Zhou Tong, “Who needs you to admire them?”

“But you are my esteemed master!” Zhou Tong persisted.

Yang Zhen waved his hand, “Your teacher shall retreat for now, I’ll be back shortly!”

Zhou Tong stomped his foot and sat down in his seat without saying a word.

Weng Yongli’s face was sullen as he watched Yang Zhen from a distance, especially when Yang Zhen winked at Lin Miaoyi, his eyes grew even darker.

That slap had caused him to lose face in front of all the Third Mountain disciples and if the news were to spread, it was easy to imagine the impact it would have.

Although the slap had not been delivered by Yang Zhen, it was certainly related to him.

Weng Yongli didn’t dare to resent Zhou Tong, but Yang Zhen was a different story. Being from the same generation, Weng Yongli was certain that Yang Zhen must have used some method to make Zhou Tong accept him as his master.

That a young man from the Saint Realm could have the qualifications to be Zhou Tong’s master was something Weng Yongli couldn’t believe at all.

If he had lost face, then he would just have to step on Yang Zhen’s face to regain it.

Weng Yongli took a deep look at Yang Zhen. When it came to talent, although there were those more powerful than the Quanyang Holy Root, Weng Yongli had never seen them until now.

The first challenge, comprehending the cultivation method, was something Weng Yongli was determined to win.

In this challenge, even Lin Miaoyi would not do!

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Yang Zhen, Weng Yongli, and Lin Miaoyi, each harboring their own thoughts, arrived in front of the stele and exchanged smiles.

Lin Miaoyi glanced at the two men and then quietly sat down on one side.

Weng Yongli, gazing at Yang Zhen, said, “I hope you don’t disappoint me. Next, I will show you the difference between heaven and earth. When it comes to talent, even if I gave you an hour, you’d still be inadequate!”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Where would you, my beloved disciple, prefer to sit?”

Weng Yongli stumbled, glared at Yang Zhen, and took a seat to Lin Miaoyi’s left.

There were three seats beside the stele. Yang Zhen, not one to be fussy, moved a seat over to Lin Miaoyi’s side and muttered to himself, “They say foolishness is contagious. Sister Lin, may I sit next to you?”

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