Chapter 1050: Chapter 1077: What Did He Do to Me? (Part 1) Chapter 1050: Chapter 1077: What Did He Do to Me? (Part 1) When Yang Zhen woke up, the first thing he did was observe his surroundings, because there was really no other choice–he’d fainted at the most inopportune time.

Although he had fooled Yuan Tianyu, who was a Saint Realm powerhouse, to death, there were still many Half-step Great Saints and an Elder Wang present.

Elder Wang, that old fellow, was definitely an old fox, tricking and deceiving silently, without a sound.

However, Yang Zhen didn’t blame Elder Wang, there was no right or wrong in their different stands, and moreover, from the start, Elder Wang hadn’t wanted to kill Yang Zhen, but if given the chance, Yang Zhen still wanted to trick the old fellow once.

The overuse of the ninth Ascension Order had been the last straw for the already exhausted Yang Zhen, who had almost instantly passed out. Surrounded and pursued by countless Half-step Great Saints, could Hua Youyue and the others safely get away?

In fact, being able to wake up, Yang Zhen had already put his heart at ease. When he saw he was inside a newly built thatched hut, he instantly felt relieved.

Looking at the messy thatched hut, it must have been the work of the cheap cat; but why didn’t they directly create a palace? Were they planning to retire to the secluded mountains?

Seeing Yang Zhen come out, the cheap cat was lying half-dead on top of a thatched hut, eyes almost gleaming, and said lazily with heavy breaths, “Damn it, kid, you finally woke up. If you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to run away.”

Run away?

Yang Zhen was stunned and asked while leaning on a wooden plank, “Why would you run away?”

Han Yan’er gave the cheap cat a glare and said, “Just building a few houses made you this tired, if you don’t exercise more, you’ll turn into a fat cat.”

“A fat cat is better than a dead cat!” the cheap cat retorted, glaring back, and jumped down from the roof to come in front of Yang Zhen. After checking him up and down, the cat exclaimed, “Kid, you’ve recovered pretty well, huh? You were too reckless this time. The Ascension Order is not something you can use lightly, is it?”

Yang Zhen pouted and said, “You saw the situation too. If I hadn’t gone all out, that old guy Yuan Tianyu would have made his move to kill me.”

The cheap cat chuckled and said, “Well, I must say, you looked incredibly cool at that moment.”

“Really?” Yang Zhen blinked.

The cheap cat nodded eagerly.

Han Yan’er glared and said, “You two are really two of a kind, with the same bad taste. What ‘looked incredibly cool?’ Do you have any idea how worried everyone was about you?”

“Everyone?” Yang Zhen was taken aback, looked around, and said with surprise, “Are there others who care about me too? I thought only you would care about me.”

Han Yan’er paused, glared at Yang Zhen, turned her head away, and said resentfully, “Who’s worried about you?”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, walked over to Han Yan’er, and put his hand on her shoulder, sizing her up and down. After not finding anything wrong, he then felt relieved.

Seeing the cheap cat coming over hopefully, as if wanting Yang Zhen to check it as well, Yang Zhen kicked it away and asked, “How did you all get back that day?”

At this question, Han Yan’er’s face changed, and she said, “On the way back, countless people followed us with ill intentions. My sister and I were not moving quickly because we were carrying you. Just when we thought the people behind were going to make a move, a Great Saint appeared!”

Yang Zhen exclaimed, “From what you’re saying, Elder Wang not only didn’t take advantage of the situation but actually helped you?”

Han Yan’er’s expression turned strange and she shook her head, “It wasn’t Elder Wang!”

Yang Zhen was startled and was about to speak when the cheap cat came back grumbling and said disdainfully, “That old man Wang also qualify to be called a Great Saint?”

Hearing this, Yang Zhen grew even more puzzled and turned to the cheap cat, asking, “What happened?”

The cheap cat chuckled mysteriously and said, “Kid, do you feel pretty awesome for killing a saint? The Yuan Tianyu you killed, let’s not even mention that it was done using the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace; even if you really did it with your own hands, there’s nothing to be proud of, because even among the Saint Realm there is strong and weak.”

Yang Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. Although he was hearing this for the first time, it wasn’t hard for him to understand.

Elder Wang and Yuan Tianyu, although also Saint Realm powerhouses, were far inferior compared to the peerless female saints and the Nine Dragons old countryman.

Let’s not mention that the Absolute Female Saint could have easily killed Elder Wang and Yuan Tianyu with just a single sword stroke; even the Nine Dragons fellow, who only has his Taoist Body alive, is beyond what the two of them could compare to.

But how exactly is this disparity in strength determined?

Seeing the puzzled look in Yang Zhen’s eyes, the Slippery Cat chuckled and said, “Do you know why the Tri-Floral Saintess, Saintess Tianxuan are revered as saintesses, known by their titles, and why Nine Dragons Great Saint is conferred the title of a Great Saint?”

Yang Zhen’s eyes lit up as he said, “Is it because they are not ordinary Saint Realm powerhouses?”

The Slippery Cat nodded and said, “Only those who can fully master the power of the Saint Realm are truly Great Saints, not half-baked Saint Realm powerhouses like Elder Wang and Yuan Tianyu.”

At this point, the Slippery Cat looked strangely at Yang Zhen and asked, “You’ve mastered a trace of Saint Realm power yourself, so you know how fearsome it is. Think about it, if Yuan Tianyu had fully mastered this power, could you still take his single sword stroke?”

Take a single sword stroke empowered by Saint Realm power?

What a joke!

Yang Zhen’s head immediately shook like a rattle-drum.

Then Yang Zhen suddenly remembered that Han Yan’er and the Slippery Cat had said that when they left Wuting Mountain, they encountered a Great Saint!

A Great Saint like the Nine Dragons Great Saint, and it was definitely not Nine Dragons!

“The Great Saint you met on your way back, the one who helped you ward off those Half-step Great Saints?”

Yang Zhen looked curiously at Han Yan’er.

Han Yan’er’s expression turned even stranger, as she nodded and said, “That senior chased those people away and escorted us all the way here, saying …”
“Said what?” Yang Zhen frowned, knowing that Han Yan’er usually spoke in a straightforward manner and had never been so hesitant.

The Slippery Cat curled his lip and said, “Do you remember, before we came to the Central Court, there were rumors that someone from the Saint Realm was looking to trouble you?”

Yang Zhen felt a sudden thump in his heart, quickly looked at his own limbs, and asked with wide eyes, “Dammit, what did he do to me?”

Han Yan’er burst into laughter and said, “It was an old senior, and a man at that. What could he do to you? However, the way he looked at you was indeed a bit off, like … like he was looking at his own son.”

“What the hell?” Yang Zhen got so mad his hair stood on end. Suddenly having an unexpected father out of nowhere?

How could such a bizarre incident happen to the Saucy Saint himself?

But if Duan Langcai could suddenly gain a grandfather out of thin air, it wouldn’t be too strange for him to be ensnared in a similar way. He snorted and said, “The Saucy Saint’s advantages aren’t so easily taken. Where is this old guy now? I need to have a word with him to sort out who’s the real dad!”

“He’s already left!” The Slippery Cat gave a sinister smile as he looked at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen cursed furiously, was this old man eyeing the Saucy Saint for his talents and looks, intending to take a son-in-law?

Or perhaps he wanted to take an apprentice or something?

That would be a pie from the sky. Although not very big, it at least offered some security.

After what happened on Wuting Mountain, Yang Zhen suddenly realized that his own strength was indeed a bit too low.

“Right, where’s the young miss?” Yang Zhen looked around and asked in surprise: “Why can’t I see her?”

Han Yan’er’s face showed a worried expression. She exchanged a glance with the Slippery Cat and said, “Sister … was taken away by Senior Mei.”

“What?” Yang Zhen stared at the Slippery Cat, causing the cat’s tail to shrink, and he asked word by word: “Where did they go?”