Chapter 1467: Chapter 1494: The Cursed Son of Heaven and Earth? Chapter 1467: Chapter 1494: The Cursed Son of Heaven and Earth? What the heck is the Witch Scale Clan? Yang Zhen had no idea. He had never heard of them, nor had he thought about learning about them.

Watching the old man kneeling before him, Yang Zhen couldn’t help but sigh, brushing his hair back from his forehead and mutter, “Life as Sao Saint is tough. Once a person has abilities, their responsibilities grow as well. No wonder there’s a saying that goes around our village: ‘With great power comes great responsibility.'”
Hearing this, the corners of Golden Eagle Emperor and Emperor Aotian’s mouths couldn’t help but twitch simultaneously.

The old man was also bewildered, lifting his head to look at Yang Zhen while speaking respectfully, “Old man Lou Woli begs the young friend to please save our clan. I am willing to pay any price in exchange.”

Golden Eagle Emperor and Emperor Aotian were both shaken, staring at Lou Woli in surprise, then at the group of excited clan members behind him, with a mix of absurdity and envy on their faces.

Yang Zhen, however, just waved his hand and said, “What price can you possibly pay? There’s no need to make it sound so tragic.”

The sneaky cat poked Yang Zhen from the side and whispered, “Kid, promise them, you must promise them.”

Wow!

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was stunned.

The sneaky cat rarely took things so seriously. Could it be true that these demon offspring really possess a way to harness the powers of gods and demons?

At that moment, from the crowd of demon descendants, a young woman clad in clothes, one of the few dressed, walked forward, looking exceptionally… wild!

Because of her Southern Region lineage, the young empress exuded an exotic charm. Upon seeing this woman for the first time, Yang Zhen couldn’t help but think of the Amazing Female Warrior!

That explosive and powerful exotic woman.

This woman wasn’t old, yet she was at an Emperor Realm cultivation level, and she radiated a sense of power from every inch of her being. Needless to say, she must either be a prodigy or someone who has attained Bodily Ascension to Saint.

Such a woman would definitely create a more visually impactful sight than Han Yan’er donning the gear of the Amazing Female Warrior.

The young woman came to the old man’s side, performed an odd ritual towards Yang Zhen, and knelt down respectfully, placing her hands on the ground, mumbling something inaudible to Yang Zhen.

A flicker of confusion crossed Yang Zhen’s face as he turned his gaze toward Lou Woli.

Hesitation flashed in Lou Woli’s eyes as he looked deeply at Yang Zhen and said, “Young friend, this is our clan’s divine girl named Xue’er. She says… if you agree to rescue the offspring of the demons, she will become your most loyal servant.”

Damn!

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen felt a sudden chill envelop him.

Ahem!

The most loyal servant is unnecessary; we can just be friends.

Yang Zhen hurriedly helped them both up, glaring at Xue’er with a look of righteousness, saying, “Do I, Sao Saint, look like I need servants?”

After speaking, without waiting for the facial expressions of Lou Woli and Xue’er to change, Yang Zhen grandly gestured and declared, “Sao Saint loves to lend a helping hand. I will take care of the poison in your bodies.”

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Lou Woli and the others cheered in unison; their excitement was genuine.

Golden Eagle Emperor looked at Yang Zhen with a serious expression and said, “Kid, you’ve seen what the Witch Scale Clan is capable of, poisoning an entire race of demon descendants, sparing no one. Under their mysterious and unpredictable Divine Power, are you sure you want to offend them?”

Before Yang Zhen could reply, Emperor Aotian also spoke up with gravity, “Yes, Young Friend Yang, this matter is no trifle. If you anger the Witch Scale Clan, where will you go?”

Those words made Lou Woli and everyone else look disheartened, especially Lou Woli, who stood beside Yang Zhen with a sigh of reverence, “Indeed, I have not considered the matter well. This… Young Friend Yang, you are a good person. We… will take our leave now and won’t bother you until we understand our feud with the Witch Scale Clan.”

Sao Saint a good person?

Yang Zhen burst into laughter.

Along the way, some people called me Sao Saint Yang Bapi, others said I’m a shameless scoundrel, and still others said I’m a petty person who holds grudges over the smallest issues. No one has ever said I’m a good person.

However, the word “good person” really makes me feel thrilled. Right then, I said out loud, “This matter of yours, Sao Saint is taking care of it for sure. I don’t know why but seeing you folks reminds me of the trivial disputes in our village, such crap that escalates to the entire clan level. Damn, Sao Saint really can’t stand this kind of behavior. Witch Scale Clan, is it? Let them come. I want to see what they can do that would make Sao Saint too taboo to offend.”

Yang Zhen’s words were firm and resonant, causing Lou Woli and the others to tremble and unanimously kneel before him.

Holy crap!

Just with one sentence from Sao Saint, an entire race capable of dealing a poisonous hand to another has been offended. If this were a transaction at a loss, I would definitely have to braise this cheap cat scoundrel.

Yang Zhen glared at the cheap cat behind him, who quickly cast an assuring glance.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen relaxed.

However, just at that moment, a buzzing sound suddenly came from midair, as if the whole world was enveloped by some force.

A mass of blood-red clouds slowly condensed in midair, then with a booming explosion, they turned into a fine rain that fell upon everyone.

Lou Woli and the others’ faces drastically changed, filled with horror, as they hurriedly rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Then, a red figure notch above, lunged forward, pinning Yang Zhen to the ground before he could even react.

It was Xue’er!

After realizing what happened, Yang Zhen let out a sigh of relief.

The explosive power of this woman really was frightening, so much that even Yang Zhen was somewhat amazed.

However, the red rain from the sky still landed on Yang Zhen.

When Yang Zhen pushed Xue’er away, he was shocked to find her in tears, mouthing something that Yang Zhen couldn’t understand.

Lou Woli, with a face full of sorrow, came before Yang Zhen. Watching the rain on Yang Zhen gradually disappear, he spoke in a pale, muttering tone, “The Witch Scale Curse, this is the Witch Scale Curse. I didn’t expect the Witch Scale Clan to be so vicious and actually cast the Witch Scale Curse on you, youngster.”

Boom–!

Golden Eagle Emperor suddenly burst forth with a terrifying power, picked up Lou Woli, and roared fiercely, “You useless fools, what exactly did you do?”

Lou Woli allowed Golden Eagle Emperor to hold him midair and bitterly said, “I never would have thought that such a malevolent curse was hidden among our people. If we had known, we would have never let…”

“Idiot!”

Golden Eagle Emperor swung his hand down towards Lou Woli’s head. If the slap landed, not to mention an old man’s head, even an iron lump would be smashed to molten metal.

Yang Zhen stretched, stepped in to stop Golden Eagle Emperor, and said with a grin, “Why be so impulsive? Having this damn curse on isn’t entirely a bad thing.”

“What?” Golden Eagle Emperor looked at Yang Zhen as if he were looking at a fool.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily and said, “I told you, Sao Saint is the darling of the heavens and earth. Do you really think there’s a curse in this world that can afflict the darling of the heavens and earth?”

Upon these words, a group of demi-gods and demons all knelt down at once, shouting something.

This time, Yang Zhen understood. What they were calling out was… “Awesome!”

Well, it was something that sounded like that.