Chapter 427: Chapter 433: Death Zy! Emperor Tianjun! (Fourth update)
Yang Zhen was truly taken aback. If what Scoundrel Cat had learned was correct, then this creature was terrifying.
Such creatures living in groups were the most troublesome, especially in large numbers. If there were indeed billions of them, they might fill every inch of the Mobei Abyss.
Yang Zhen was still somewhat unsure. He stared at Scoundrel Cat and asked, “Are you sure the information you got is correct?”
Scoundrel Cat darted its eyes and said, “Of course it’s correct. Look, I even brought back an image of this creature.”
Yang Zhen took the image from Scoundrel Cat with a curious look. As soon as he saw it, he nearly popped his eyes out, “Damn it, are you kidding me? Isn’t this a mosquito?”
“Mosquito?” Scoundrel Cat was taken aback. “What’s a mosquito? You mean a mosquito?”
As if recalling something, Scoundrel Cat’s eyes widened, and its large head leaned in to examine the image. It cried out, “Holy crap, it really is a mosquito!” “No, this creature looks like a mosquito, but it should be a kind of beast!” Yang Zhen said seriously.
The creature in the image looked like a mosquito but was much larger and seemed more ferocious, especially its needle-like mouthparts, which could be deadly!
“Oh my, I remember now. Could this be the legendary Death Zy?”
“What’s a Death Zy?” Yang Zhen was confused.
Scoundrel Cat’s face turned pale, and it murmured, “Damn, I can’t believe these creatures exist. Even in the old era, Death Zy was a truly terrifying creature. Even a cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing Period, let alone the Mahayana Phase, could not escape its death mark once targeted.”
Yang Zhen’s eyes sparkled as he said excitedly, “So that’s why the people of Northern Island organized a flying device competition. These Death Zy don’t attack non-living things, right?”
Scoundrel Cat nodded and said, “This flying device should not only be extremely fast and responsive, but it also needs to mask any living aura. As long as the Death Zy can’t detect that there are people inside the device, it should work.”
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, “That’s a minor matter. Have you two decided to participate in this flying device competition?”
“Of course!” Scoundrel Cat’s eyes widened. “Kid, you have to create a cutting-edge flying device for me. I will knock that Weizhentian out of the sky. Damn, does he think I’m easy to bully?”
Yang Zhen shrugged and said, “In that case…”
“Yang Zhen!”
A crisp voice came over. Yang Zhen and Scoundrel Cat looked at each other in surprise.
“Why is she here?” Scoundrel Cat asked suspiciously. “For such a prominent Spirit Girl, is she idle?”
“Looking for him!” Sao Chicken pointed at Yang Zhen with his wing.
Yang Zhen motioned for them to be quiet and said, “Wait here for me. I’ll see what Mo Xueling wants.”
“Go on, go on. I’ll look around for more materials. By the way, what is the flying device you’re going to make going to be like?” Scoundrel Cat asked, licking its lips.
“Top Secret!” Yang Zhen laughed heartily, bent over, and left the cave.
Mo Xueling was standing prettily among the mountains, her sapphire-blue eyes filled with doubt, muttering to herself, “Where has that stinky Yang Zhen run off to with the Saintess this time.”
Yang Zhen walked up to Mo Xueling from behind, holding his nose, and said, “We’ve played everywhere we could. Just haven’t swum yet. When I’m free, I can try to swim in this waterfall and see what it feels like!”
Mo Xueling jumped in surprise, quickly turned around, and after seeing Yang Zhen, she stamped her foot, “How did you sneak up on me?”
Yang Zhen curled his lips, glanced at the silhouette in a large banyan tree on a nearby mountain peak, and sighed. The truly elusive figure was right there!
For some reason, the little Dao idiot’s cultivation had soared in recent days, she was on the verge of entering the Tribulation Crossing period. She might even achieve this before the cute girl did.
Yes, the cute girl did have a reason to suppress her cultivation progress, but she was after all a saintess and a former great saint. Even with fragmented memories, her training speed was monstrously fast.
The little Dao idiot was different though. While her talent was remarkable, it still fell short when compared to Yang Zhen and Hua Youyue, the real prodigies.
This cultivation speed was several times faster than the little Dao idiot’s previous pace. Could Ink Pool Peak really be this terrifying, accelerating anyone’s training who stepped foot here?
If Mo Xueling hadn’t come to find Yang Zhen he would have had a hard time sensing the little Dao idiot. Truly impressive for someone who had already reached enlightenment, her aura was curiously baffling.
“Are you even listening to me?” Mo Xueling bellowed, her face full of frustration.
Yang Zhen grunted casually, grinning, “Speak! Why do you seek the Sao Saint? Do you want me to make you a flying vehicle?”
Moxueling chuckled, “Even if you wanted to craft a flying vessel for Ink Pool Peak, Elder Mo and the others wouldn’t agree. They’re worried you’ll complicate things.”
Yang Zhen chuckled, “Well, that’s a relief. The scenery here is so beautiful, the Sao Saint isn’t done enjoying it yet.”
Moxueling paused, curiously asking, “If I’m not mistaken, the Desolate Heavenly Skill you cultivate seems to be derived from the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern. It’s crucial to you, so why aren’t you interested in the flying vessel competition?”
“Who said the Sao Saint wasn’t interested?”
“You secretly crafted a flying vessel?” Mo Xueling chirped excitedly, “I knew you wouldn’t miss out on this action!”
“No, really, I haven’t!” Yang Zhen shook his head, “What a joke. If the Sao Saint participated in this flying vessel contest, I’d definitely win, and then I’d be the one stuck leading the charge!”
Moxueling quickly said, “But…”
“No buts. Do you think I, the Sao Saint, look like a fool?”
Mo Xueling pouted, took a deep breath, regained her composure, and laughed at Yang Zhen, “After winning the first place, you will be permitted to romance the most beautiful woman in Northern Island, so you will not be alone.”
“The most beautiful woman in the Northern Island?” Yang Zhen paused, “Cute girl? She wouldn’t dare risk this. Don’t even think about it!”
“You!” Mo Xueling hesitated, “I mean the Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Race, a heavenly beauty. Since the emergence of the Ancient Spirit Race, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess has been known as the most beautiful woman in the Northern Island, she’s exceptionally talented and holds incredible cultivation.” “Wow!” Yang Zhen opened his eyes wide, “Not interested!”
Mo Xueling stamped her foot, asking, “What is it going to take for you to participate in the flying vessel contest?”
Yang Zhen answered as he walked away, “Only if you inform me of the true reason Ink Pool Peak entered the Mobei Abyss.”
“What…you!” Mo Xueling gasped in surprise, “How did you know?”
Yang Zhen sighed, “You don’t need to ask how I found out. You just need to know that one Desolate Heavenly True pattern is not worth having so many people flock to it. For fifteen years now, even the newly emerged Ancient tribe is getting involved. This concerns odds and venture capital, you don’t understand.”
Mo Xueling stared blankly at Yang Zhen, “What are odds and venture capital?”
“It’s a comparison of risk and return. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you!” Yang Zhen laughed, “So, you ready to talk now?”
“Alright!” Mo Xueling said solemnly, “Actually, the Mobei Abyss is said to be… the place where Emperor Tianjun lingered for several years.”
“What?” Yang Zhen was taken aback, “An Emperor? Are you sure it’s an Emperor Realm Expert?”
