Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 65: Bullying

Translator: 549690339

How deplorable! Incredibly deplorable!

A group of people stood with mouths agape, watching Yang Zhen roaming around the Practitioner, touching here and there, even circling around him, all while uttering extremely annoying comments. Everyone was left stupefied.

The male Practitioner blankly watched as Yang Zhen ran circles around him, his face full of disbelief. Especially after hearing Yang Zhen’s words, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The image of him spurting out blood like a spring sent chills down everyone’s spines.

Under such circumstances, the Practitioner’s Spirit Soul couldn’t possibly stay stable. He was thrown out by the array, falling to the ground, completely unconscious.

“Oh dear, big brother, watch your flight! You’re not looking graceful lying flat on your back like a wild goose!”

Yang Zhen’s heart-piercing mocking, though laced with a tone of concern, sent chills down the spine of everyone present. Even the Practitioner sprawled on the ground—whether he was dead from anger or simply fainted—shuddered and spat another mouthful of blood.

Spirit Soul Trials might not threaten one’s life, but the terrifying suppression of the Spirit Soul could still wound them. The Practitioner’s Spirit Soul, already unstable and now shaken by suppression, was then creepily carried away by rescue personnel.

Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed, “Such a fine man, yet he failed due to emotional instability. Such a pity.”

Everyone twitched their lips upon hearing these words. If it were not for your jeering, would his mental state have become unstable?

Yang Zhen was truly shameless! He managed to anger the Practitioner to the point of coughing up blood. This horrified everyone and significantly altered their understanding of the term ‘shameless’. Every previously known shameless person seemed utterly decent compared to Yang Zhen.

After Yang Zhen closed his mouth, the entire trial venue descended into a deadly silence.

Nobody expected that Yang Zhen, who previously couldn’t even enter the first level, would obtain a Cultivation Method for refining his Spirit Soul from Hua Youyue, casually practice it, nearly killing himself in the process, and now move freely between the fourth and fifth levels. Furthermore, his ease suggested that he had mastered the method.

Even if someone saw this with their own eyes, they would hardly believe it if anyone told them about it.

Since when was the Cultivation Method to refine the Spirit Soul so easy? Was refining the Spirit Soul so simple?

Flick your fingers casually, have a near-death experience in the process, and just like that, you’ve refined it?

How should the Practitioners who’ve been working hard for several years refining their Spirit Souls live with this?

The bald monk and the middle-aged scholar widened their eyes, seemingly witnessing the most incredible scene in the world. They shared a look, both having an ‘am-I-dreaming?¹ expression.

Hua Youyue, who was so astonished she stood up, stared at Yang Zhen with a sparkle in her eyes, as if seeing him for the first time and was filled with shock and awe.

The better she understood the Soul Refining Method, the more she realized how difficult it was to practice.

Most Cultivation Methods were created by their ancestors, infused with their ancestors’ insights into the Dao and would not suit everyone; only a few conformed to one’s Daoist feeling, allowing them to successfully cultivate it. The closer the feeling of Tao between the creator of the Cultivation Method and the practitioner, the faster the practitioner can cultivate the method.

Only a few people knew that the Soul Refining Method was a Cultivation Method created by Hua Youyue’s master. According to him, ordinary people would have difficulties cultivating it, only those who grasped its Dao principle could master it, and even become proficient.

The more Hua Youyue studied the Soul Refining Method, the more profound she found it. It had a lot of aspects that somehow resonated with the Dao. The more she understood, the higher the level she could cultivate to.

Despite Hua Youyue’s exceedingly high talent, she always felt incomplete and believed that the method could be expanded further.

Could it be that Yang Zhen actually managed to cultivate such a peculiar method?

Considering Yang Zhen’s current state, he’d have to be at least at the sixth level to move freely between the fourth and fifth levels.

There’s a great difference between merely staying on the fifth level and freely moving between the fourth and fifth levels. The disparity in suppressing the Spirit Soul between these two could shatter a person in an instant—it certainly was something the Practitioner who spat blood earlier couldn’t have managed. Thinking of this, Hua Youyue’s eyes sparkled, and her breath became erratic, a situation completely unfamiliar to her.

This peculiar feeling left Hua Youyue somewhat at a loss, a feeling the ever-confident Hua Youyue had never experienced before. No one could have imagined the day would come when a man younger than her would leave the seemingly unperturbed Hua Youyue at a loss.

It wasn’t a romantic feeling. Rather, Hua Youyue saw a potential in Yang Zhen that could help her accomplish her lifelong desire.

Lan Fangyue, Princess Changyang, Lu Xueqing, Yun Jie, and Zeng Bishu were all shocked, staring at Yang Zhen in astonishment.

Liang QiuShui’s eyes went wide, disbelief etched on her face. Not far behind her, Shi FeiXue stealthily glanced at Liang QiuShui and clenched her fists, an aura of anticipation clearly visible on her rounded face. Seeing that Liang QiuShui hadn’t noticed her, she sneakily studied Yang Zhen.

Zeng Bishu’s face hardened as he glared at Yang Zhen, “Yang Zhen, aren’t you going a bit too far? Ma Jing only said a few words to you and you had him coughing blood and fainting. Is there any difference between you and those evil bullies?”

His words made the crowd chime in, unanimously condemning Yang Zhen’s shamelessness and ruthless hand.

Yun Jie joined his hands together, “Yang Zhen, even the heavens have a principle of kindness. I urge you to refrain from going down the wrong path!” “Yang Zhen, even if you are a genius in martial skills and cultivation methods, you shouldn’t be this shameless. With your vindictive personality, how will you advance and stabilize your state of mind?”

“Even if you have reached the fifth or sixth level, can you manage to breach the seventh or eighth? I advise you not to offend too many people, lest you bring ruin upon yourself!”

One by one, accusations came from those above the seventh level, but not a single person from the fifth level dared to say a word. Even those on the sixth level were somewhat fearful.

Given Yang Zhen’s current spirit soul strength, he could hop between the fourth and fifth levels without issue. Who knew if he would suddenly leap to the sixth?

“Did I bully someone?” Yang Zhen pointed at himself, his face filled with confusion, “Did I?”

Just as the crowd was about to respond, Yang Zhen stomped his foot. A thunderous tremor shook the ground, startling everyone as they looked at him with terrified eyes.

Yang Zhen burst into laughter, a look of disdain on his face as he stared down those above the seventh level. “You all are so good at dressing up the truth. Who can’t put on an act? I can also do it too. Do you want a taste?”

The crowd seethed with anger, but before they could retort, Yang Zhen cut them off.

“So you’re saying I’m bullying people?” Yang Zhen surveyed the crowd, “Well, today I’m going to be a bully. Anyone who was griping earlier needs to step forward or else don’t blame me for not being polite!”

Zeng Bishu and Yun Jie’s faces darkened simultaneously. Not one of them could have foreseen that Yang Zhen would be so brazen. How could they restrain a man who didn’t care about losing face?

With this thought, everyone began to feel an escalating dread. They finally realized the extent of the enemy they had made.

Yang Zhen despised those two hypocrites, Zeng Bishu, and Yun Jie. He wore a sardonic smile, striding step by step toward the two.

Upon witnessing Yang Zhen’s speed, everyone drew in a sharp breath.

“Yang Zhen, are you mad? Stop right now!” Princess ChangYang shouted, an expression of terror on her face.

Even Zeng Bishu and Yun Jie wouldn’t dare to move so quickly. The terrifying spiritual pressure between the levels required time to adjust. Yang Zhen’s reckless movement could lead to serious injuries, or even permanent impairments to his spiritual consciousness.

Yang Zhen glanced at Princess ChangYang and burst into laughter, his pace quickening until he reached Zeng Bishu and Yun Jie’s side. He then crouched in between them amidst their shocked stares.

“Relax, what’s got you so wound up?” Yang Zhen lightly patted their shoulders.

Both men’s eyes twitched, their faces revealing a look of utter shock for the first time.

Relax?

You have the nerve to ask us to relax during a time like this… can we even relax?

Who could have thought that you could walk over here so easily? Unless it happened in front of their own eyes, neither of them would believe such a thing.

Seeing their disbelief, Yang Zhen shook his head, then added, “Actually, I’m quite kind-hearted, and I don’t plan on going too far. Don’t worry, I’m here just to ask you both a question.”

“What question?” The two men simultaneously asked, full of confusion.

Yang Zhen winked at them, responding, “I just want to know, are you guys mad?”

“You!” Their faces turn green, then red from suppressed anger.

“Whoa!” Yang Zhen stood up, “Be careful, no need to get so riled up. Otherwise, the formation will throw you out too..”