Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 883 - 909: Cultivate One, Discard One

Chapter 883: Chapter 909: Cultivate One, Discard One

Upper Crow Heavenly Lord snorted coldly in mid-air, but the next moment his expression changed dramatically as he cried out, “Do not come any closer!”

Boom——!

A deafening explosion resonated, and strands of blood-essence in mid-air formed a web, wrapping around the Upper Crow Heavenly Lord. Shockingly, his vitality began to leave his body and followed the strands of blood towards Xin Hai.

Yang Zhen was genuinely frightened this time, not having expected that such a terrifying and sinister cultivation method existed in the world—one that could simply steal a person’s vital energy.

“Quick, stop him!”

Feng Wuya’s complexion turned drastically as he leapt into action, his long sword bursting with light. A terrifying aura surged like a tidal wave, forming a roaring, hissing serpent in mid-air that crashed against the blood strands.

“Cease!”

Five Wheel Heavenly Lord also snorted coldly, with five golden suns rising up and evaporating the surrounding blood strands.

Gradually calming his fierce expression, Xin Hai looked mockingly at the futile efforts of Feng Wuya and Five Wheel Heavenly Lord and said, “At this point, have you not yet realized who this great saint is?”

“Huh?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback. It turned out Xin Hai had long since known the identity of the great saint buried here. No wonder all of them had been trapped in the inter-realm, while only he had not returned to that cave but instead had come straight into the true saint’s tomb.

Just then, the wretched cat suddenly cried out, “Not good, it’s that madman. Yang Xiaozi, find the real coffin quickly, or it will be too late.”

“Who is so fearsome?” Yang Zhen was startled and turned around to ask in surprise.

“Blood Crow!” Hua Youyue suddenly said softly with a hint of astonishment crossing her face.

Yang Zhen had never heard of Blood Crow, but seeing the change in Hua Youyue’s expression and the urgency in the wretched cat’s voice, it was apparent that this Blood Crow was no ordinary character.

Although he did not know who Blood Crow was, Yang Zhen still dashed forward, weaving through layers of blood strands, heading towards the interior of the saint’s tomb.

“Young man, what have you thought about the words I told you earlier?”

Xin Hai’s face suddenly showed a hint of confusion as his blood-red eyes fixated on Yang Zhen, resembling a black crow.

Yang Zhen’s scalp tingled, clueless about what was happening to this man, as the blood strands clearly did not belong to him. He hurriedly replied, “This Sao Saint has thought it over, and joining the Demon Sect might indeed be an interesting affair. However, I’m naturally lazy and quite fond of women and Heaven and Earth Treasures. Can you provide those?”

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Stunned, Xin Hai laughed heartily and said, “Young man, as long as you join the Demon Sect and become my disciple, what are women and Heaven and Earth Treasures to worry about? Clearly, the whole world is mistaken. I can guarantee that from now on, the world will belong to our Sacred Sect.”

Yang Zhen exclaimed in surprise and nearly tripped into the blood strands. He looked at Xin Hai with a puzzled face, wondering if the man had lost his mind.

If Xin Hai could make such a claim, either his mind had gone awry or he had been bewitched.

A seemingly sensible elder had become so muddled, leaving Yang Zhen somewhat astonished.

“And another thing, I want a vast number of cultivation methods, preferably so many that I can’t finish them all,” Yang Zhen rambled on while continuously scanning his surroundings. Without waiting for Xin Hai to respond, he added, “I have a strange disposition. When I practice cultivation methods, I need two copies: one for practicing and one for throwing away. If you run short of them, then I won’t agree.”

Practice one, discard one?

Not just Xin Hai but even Upper Crow Heavenly Lord, wrapped like a zongzi, was stunned and stared blankly at Yang Zhen at those words.

The expressions on everyone else’s faces were as bizarre as bizarre could be.

Practice one, discard one—you dare to speak such words?

If their own disciples uttered such nonsense, everyone present would probably have slapped them by now.

Cultivation resources are hard to come by, especially top-notch cultivation methods. Which sect doesn’t consider them priceless?

Ordinary disciples aren’t even qualified to practice them, and only those who perform exceptionally are permitted to comprehend. Let alone practicing one and discarding one, even just the opportunity to look at and practice such methods signifies a core disciple cultivated with the full support of the sect.

Five Wheel Heavenly Lord’s mouth twitched incessantly as he destroyed the blood tendrils, muttering to himself, “Brat, that’s way too fake, spouting such nonsense. Only a ghost would believe you’re really willing to join the Demon Sect.”

Jumping Dragon Elder was also stunned, shaking his head, bracing himself for a desperate struggle.

Feng Wuya forced a bitter smile, just about to erupt, when suddenly he heard Xin Hai’s hearty laughter ring out.

“Good lad, I like your spirit. You’re indeed born to join my Holy Sect. What does it matter if you throw away one Cultivation Method after another? If you’re willing, it’s alright to throw them all away. If my Holy Sect can’t do as it pleases, what right does it have to be admired by thousands?”

Hearing this, Feng Wuya and the others staggered in unison, especially Five Wheel Heavenly Lord, who, in his shock, was carelessly ensnared by a blood tendril and let out a yowl as he was flung into midair.

This… this works?

Everyone’s faces were bewildered as they looked at Yang Zhen and Xin Hai, wondering whether these two, one old and one young, were both acting.

It was clear that Yang Zhen was putting on a show, and his acting was so overdone that it was hard to miss.

But was Xin Hai also acting?

Why would he need to?

There was no necessity for it.

The crowd was unaware of what had happened to Xin Hai, but given the current situation, something extraordinary had definitely happened to him, a significant increase in strength, especially with those blood tendrils; once touched, victims were wrapped up tight, making resistance difficult.

Under such circumstances, would Xin Hai be in the mood for jokes?

Not just Feng Wuya and the others, even Yang Zhen himself was startled, nearly falling out of the sky.

He agreed just like that?

The Demon Sect truly lived up to its name; their way of thinking was indeed whimsical and admirable.

Yang Zhen even began to yearn for such a life, doing as one pleases without concern for anyone else’s opinion.

No wonder so many practitioners willingly fell into the Demon Sect’s trap. If its disciples were really like what Xin Hai had described, the Demon Sect was simply an entity that all practitioners flocked to.

“Alright, give me a moment to think. I feel this is a serious matter; joining the Demon Sect shouldn’t be decided with just a casual remark, right?”

“Boy, my patience is limited. You’d better make your decision quickly.”

“Fine, give me the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to think it over… I’ve found it!”

“Found it?” Xin Hai’s eyes sparkled with surprise, asking, “What have you found?”

Yang Zhen burst out laughing, saying, “Old man, so this was the true goal of this blood crow. Don’t be a fool; he won’t give you the power he’s struggled so hard to obtain.”

With that, Yang Zhen leapt towards a corner of the Holy Tomb, where an unassuming little grass was growing, swaying in the wind. What was astonishing was that this little grass was actually blood-red in color.

“Yang Zhen, you dare!”

Seeing Yang Zhen’s move, a surge of blood, vast like the sea, erupted from Xin Hai. With a roar and a grasp, Han Yan’er’s face turned pale as she was dragged by a terrifying force, quickly hurtling toward Xin Hai.

The expressions on everyone’s faces changed.

“Boy, quick, destroy that Blood Spirit!” the cheap cat yelled excitedly.

As Han Yan’er’s complexion turned deathly white, about to be choked by Xin Hai, a glint of murderous intent flashed in Yang Zhen’s eyes, and his entire being suddenly vanished from the spot.

“Old fool, you’re courting death!”

To hell with the Blood Spirit!