Chapter 1060: Chapter 1086: Heartache of a Hundred Years of Insomnia! (Second Release) Chapter 1060: Chapter 1086: Heartache of a Hundred Years of Insomnia! (Second Release) Seeing the problem means there’s a way to fix it.

Listen to that, how confident does that statement sound?

Upon seeing the expression on Yang Zhen’s face, Luo Qingchen sheathed his sword.

What a joke, the Pure Spring Saintess’s master is a very protective old hag. If she found out that the young man who claimed to be able to cure the Pure Spring Saintess’s stubborn illness was slaughtered by his sword, he’d face countless slashes himself, dying only from the very last one.

Thinking about such consequences, Luo Qingchen felt a pang of guilt.

The problem was, his own master was no match for the Pure Spring Saintess’s master.

That was precisely what frustrated Luo Qingchen.

But just because he decided not to kill Yang Zhen for the moment didn’t mean Luo Qingchen believed, not even one bit, that Yang Zhen could actually resolve the Pure Spring Saintess’s condition.

Even the Pure Spring Saintess’s old hag of a master had to humbly seek help from someone even more powerful. How could Yang Zhen, a young Celestial Phase practitioner from the Ninth Heavenly Layer and about the same age as himself, possibly have a solution?

What a joke!

If Yang Zhen could actually solve it, Luo Qingchen would dare to publicly declare he was indeed impotent in front of everyone!

With this thought, Luo Qingchen’s confidence surged. He looked at Yang Zhen with a disdainful face, thinking, wait until you can’t step down gracefully. When you can’t, I’ll slash you countless times, dying only from the last one!

Luo Qingchen was completely at ease, not worried at all.

Compared to his impotence, whether Yang Zhen could solve the issue plaguing the Pure Spring Saintess became the concern of everyone in the teahouse.

“Yang Pipi can solve it, he said he could?”

“What a joke. If Yang Pipi really solves the Pure Spring Saintess’s problem, he’d almost immediately become a distinguished guest of the Third Mountain. Even Luo Qingchen wouldn’t dare to point fingers at Yang Zhen anymore.”

“How could that be possible, didn’t you see the expression on Luo Qingchen’s face?”

The crowd was abuzz with speculation. Although they didn’t know the specifics of the many strong individuals present, they had their suspicions. Now that the problem had surfaced, if Yang Zhen couldn’t solve it, Luo Qingchen wouldn’t need to lift a finger; others from the Third Mountain wouldn’t let the boastful Yang Zhen off the hook.

Everybody’s faces gleamed with a touch of schadenfreude.

Humans, oh, acknowledging someone else’s excellence is truly difficult.

Yang Zhen looked on indifferently at the gazes of the people around him. He didn’t really want to boast; it was tiresome, but he had no choice.

If he didn’t, he’d have to run away, miss the chance to break through to become a Half-step Great Saint, and miss out on finding the whereabouts of Nine Dragons Great Saint and Hua Youyue. So, convincing these people almost became a necessity for Yang Zhen.

If he had to do it, he might as well go big!

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said, “Although I can solve your problem, there is… a slight issue.”

“What slight issue?” Pure Spring Saintess asked hastily.

The power of the Saint Realm is incredibly potent, and anyone who masters it is almost destined to become a Great Saint, not just a simple Saint.

To the Pure Spring Saintess, any trouble in the face of this issue would be trivial.

But seeing the expression on Yang Zhen’s face, the Pure Spring Saintess felt a wave of panic for no apparent reason.

Could it be…
Sure enough, Yang Zhen said somewhat awkwardly, “I need to palpate your dantian to determine the path that the Saint Realm power takes through your body.”

What?

Upon hearing this, others were just surprised, but Luo Qingchen exploded. His long sword sang as it was drawn, pointing at Yang Zhen, he shouted, “You scoundrel, you libertine, you also want to palpate her dantian? Why don’t you just ask to become Dao companions with the Pure Spring Saintess?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback, glanced at Luo Qingchen, and thought, for an impotent guy, you sure have the nerve to say something like becoming Dao companions with the Pure Spring Saintess?

Even if the Pure Spring Saintess was willing, he would have to see if the Sao Saint agrees, right?

If all the pretty ladies in the world came to become Dao companions with the Sao Saint, would he be expected to have the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards and seventy-two concubines?

What kind of logic is that?

After Luo Qingchen spoke, the people around them began to react, cursing Yang Zhen for his audacity, a toad lusting after swan meat.

Yang Zhen simply smiled, glancing at the crowd nonchalantly.

Fuck, to ask Sao Saint to heal, isn’t there a price to pay?

Besides, it’s not like Sao Saint wants to do this, yet I’m risking Little Dao’s zealot swinging a sword at Sao Saint. Who is going to pay for this risk, huh?

Sure enough, Han Yan’er’s eyes widened as she said, “Does it have to be like this?”

Upon hearing Han Yan’er’s words, Pure Spring Saintess’s jade-like face blushed slightly and she quickly turned her gaze to Yang Zhen, the same question on her mind.

Only, she didn’t understand why, as her original annoyance disappeared after seeing the expression on Han Yan’er’s face, and she actually felt a bit angry.

Am I, the Saintess, the only one at a loss here?

Why do you all act like it’s such a hardship?

Yang Zhen sighed and said, “No way around it, my … my power is limited. Without doing it like this, it’s not foolproof.”

Han Yan’er snorted and turned her head, pretending she hadn’t heard what he said.

Yang Zhen grinned, Han Yan’er’s hurdle was as good as crossed.

Pure Spring Saintess, eh? Who knows how many boys have their sights set on her, and yet isn’t she at the mercy of Sao Saint?

Whether or not to touch her is actually secondary. Seeing that expression on Light Dust Holy Son’s face as if he’s going to eat someone alive, my heart is just so damn content!

At that moment, a strongman from the Red-faced Saint Realm stepped forward, eyeing Yang Zhen and said, “How confident are you?”

Yang Zhen held up one finger.

“Ten percent?” the Red-faced Saint Realm strongman snorted coldly his face stretched as long as a donkey’s, and said sternly, “Nonsense, a mere ten percent chance and you still entertain such fantasy? Young friend, you’re far too naive.”

Yang Zhen grinned, turned, and walked away, waving his hands as he said, “This is not ten percent, but one hundred percent. I don’t know if you care for a one hundred percent toad, but we’re all quite busy here. Why don’t you all head back for a meeting to discuss it? Farewell!”

Han Yan’er hurriedly followed behind Yang Zhen as if anxious to leave the place.

Just as everyone watched Yang Zhen actually turning to leave, nearly reaching the stairwell, Pure Spring Saintess suddenly gritted her teeth and said, “Young Master Yang, wait a moment!”

What?

Wait for what?

A crowd gaped at Pure Spring Saintess, wondering if she had agreed.

Fuck, for some reason, many present wanted to bite Yang Zhen, that bastard, to death, one bite at a time.

Especially seeing the beaming smile on Yang Zhen’s face, they felt an urge to bite even harder.

That asshole was doing it on purpose, definitely on purpose.

Hearing Pure Spring Saintess’s words, Light Dust Holy Son’s handsome face turned completely green as he stared at Yang Zhen and said, “Yang Pipi, if you fail to fully resolve Pure Morning Saintess’s chronic condition, you’re dead meat. I, Luo Qingchen, have spoken, and even the heavens can’t save you!”

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, “Rest assured, once you fully trust this toad and wish to heal your own chronic condition, if this toad doesn’t make you fret for a whole year unable to sleep, then it’s not a toad; this toad speaks, and even Hell has no temper!”

“You!” Light Dust Holy Son’s face was a colorful mess, as attractive as it gets.

Yang Zhen, that scoundrel, was truly infuriating to the extreme.

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen’s face, Light Dust Holy Son really wanted to rip off that smirk perfectly plastered on his face.

Pure Spring Saintess came next to Yang Zhen, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said, “I’m in your hands, Young Master Yang!”

Jesus fucking Christ.

As everyone watched Pure Spring Saintess actually close her eyes in front of Yang Zhen, allowing herself to be at his disposal, even Chu LiuHua nearly jumped up to kick Yang Zhen to the Southernmost Land to become neighbors with a sacred creature called a penguin.

No justice at all, Yang Pipi already had an exceptional woman by his side, and yet he could still … No justice I say.

While a bunch of boys inwardly wailed, Yang Zhen’s hand had already landed on Pure Spring Saintess’s abdomen.

Pure Spring Saintess trembled, and the three long swords on her back hummed, nearly chopping Yang Zhen into mincemeat.

Light Dust Holy Son’s hand clenching the long sword turned blue, obviously ready to slice off Yang Zhen’s offending hand in one strike.

Just then, Pure Spring Saintess uttered a muffled groan, her body radiating a brilliant light.