Chapter 1471: Chapter 1498: Stupefied! Chapter 1471: Chapter 1498: Stupefied! Yang Zhen looked at the Divine Demon Plant with a weird expression, and so did everyone else.

The entire altar was eerily silent.

The atmosphere felt strange, and when Yang Zhen turned his gaze towards Lou Woli, Lou Woli also shifted his sight, not looking at Yang Zhen but at Han Yan’er.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Yang Zhen opened his mouth, looking dumbfounded, and asked, “You guys don’t know what to do next, do you?”

Lou Woli’s face showed a hint of embarrassment as he nodded and said, “The training only mentioned the Divine Demon Plant, but it didn’t specify how to use it to awaken the War God Bloodline, so…”

“I knew I couldn’t rely on you!”

Yang Zhen curled his lips, then turned to Han Yan’er and asked, “Do you feel anything?”

Han Yan’er approached the Divine Demon Plant and closed her eyes to sense for a moment, then shook her head and said, “I don’t feel anything special.”

Damn it!

It was just a guess, and since Han Yan’er wasn’t any War God Bloodline, Yang Zhen was also relieved.

It would indeed be a weird thing if Han Yan’er turned into a huge War God.

But since Han Yan’er didn’t feel anything special towards this Divine Demon Plant, what came next would be easier.

Damn, after refining such a Divine Demon Plant, one could escape beyond the Three Realms, not bound by the invisible, what a rare treasure.

Yang Zhen rubbed his hands together, walked up to the Divine Demon Plant, and although it felt somewhat underhanded, it was still better than having it taken away by the Witch Scale Clan later and then trying to cultivate a War God.

Just as Yang Zhen reached out to touch the Divine Demon Plant, Lou Woli’s complexion changed, and he quickly said, “Young Friend Yang, do not!”

“Why?”

Yang Zhen was startled and swiftly retracted his hand.

Joking aside, whether it was descendants of the divine demon or the Witch Scale Clan, they were all a bunch of eccentrics. If the Divine Demon Plant was poisonous, not to mention not just something one could refine willy-nilly, then it would be best for Yang Zhen to be careful.

Indeed, Lou Woli said with a solemn face, “Young Friend Yang, you shouldn’t rashly meddle with this Divine Demon Plant. It’s not that I am being stingy, but in fact, nearly every divine demon ruin has at least one of these plants. However, without the War God Bloodline, it’s impossible to refine. Just a light touch and it will vanish without a trace, possibly even bringing disaster.”

“Bringing disaster?” Yang Zhen asked curiously, “What kind of disaster?”

Lou Woli hesitated to speak, but Xue’er next to him, with a weird expression on her face, said, “Ominous person, misfortune!”

So, an ominous person will bring misfortune?

Hearing this, Yang Zhen laughed heartily, now was the perfect time to prove that he, the Sao Saint, was indeed the darling of heaven and earth.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Yang Zhen carelessly touched the Divine Demon Plant.

Everyone looked as if they had been struck by lightning, their faces pale, staring intently at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was also extremely tense.

Damn it, and really, the icy cold touch was startling. It felt like standing under the foot of a colossal War God–spine-chilling.

It was a sensation like facing a natural enemy, intrinsic from birth.

It was also a kind of… suppression of the bloodline!

Moments later, Yang Zhen got angry.

Fuck, who does this Sao Saint think he is?

Sao Saint here is the darling child of heaven and earth, the most gifted person ever since antiquity. Such an existence still subjected to bloodline suppression?

What kind of bloodline is this, so freaking awesome?

Thinking this, Yang Zhen glares at the Divine Demon Plant, touching it here and there, scaring everyone present till their faces turn pale.

Even Han Yan’er raised her hand, seemingly wanting to stop Yang Zhen, but in the end, she didn’t speak and just watched him with a strange expression on her face.

No problem!

Not a problem at all!

Yang Zhen touched the plant back and forth more than a dozen times, and not only has nothing disappeared, but not even a hint of bad luck has come.

“What kind of crappy bloodline power is this, Sao Saint here is heaven and earth’s own child, anything growing in this world is from our own backyard, today not only am I touching it, I’ll even refine it later. Where’s the bad luck, huh? Where’s the bad luck at?”

Sao Saint here is feeling so damn awesome!

Yang Zhen looks at everyone with a smug face, even puts his hands on his hips, and eventually sets his gaze on Lou Woli, asking, “Old man, seems like your warnings weren’t so clear, eh? Where’s this disaster you talked about?”

Perhaps Yang Zhen’s display of arrogance was too excessive, the moment his words fell, a gloomy laugh echoed from above.

Hearing this laugh, Lou Woli and others’ faces turned extremely pale, and many descendants of divine demons even began to shudder.

This laughter was truly unbearable, sounding like a person with no teeth and a cleft lip, whistling through the air.

“Hahaha, Lou Woli, after so many years, you’ve finally pleased me, since you haven’t found the owner of the War God Bloodline anyway, leave this Divine Demon Plant to us.”

Buzz–!

With the dry voice landing, three middle-aged men appeared in everyone’s sight, hovering mid-air, faces full of mockery.

“Ling Cuo, Ling Shu, Ling Gou, how have I earned such honor that even you three from the Witch Scale Clan would take notice?”

The speaker was Ling Gou, unremarkable in appearance, just like his voice, indeed with a cleft lip and snake-like triangular eyes, staring at Yang Zhen’s hand less than an inch away from the Divine Demon Plant, and said with a laugh, “Kid, if I were you, I’d retract my hand.”

“Why?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback and looked at his hand.

“Why?”

Ling Gou looked at his companions Ling Cuo and Ling Shu, laughed heartily, and pointed at Yang Zhen, “This kid actually wants to touch the Divine Demon Plant, does he not know that touching it causes it to disappear and brings calamity? Even we have to be extremely cautious when we want to take it, yet this kid wants to touch it with his hands, truly a fearless youth, admirable indeed.”

Ling Cuo and Ling Shu seemed not to be in a joking mood, and looking at Yang Zhen they snorted coldly, saying together, “Ignorant!”

Hearing that, Yang Zhen’s temper flared up instantly, pointing to his nose he retorted, “Sao Saint ignorant? Come on then, tell me, how are you supposed to collect this thing?”

Saying so, Yang Zhen pulled out the Divine Demon Plant from the ground and held it out to Ling Gou.

The expressions of Ling Gou and the others turned furious, but upon seeing the Divine Demon Plant in Yang Zhen’s hand, they were dumbfounded.

While these three new arrivals were dumbstruck, Yang Zhen’s anger hadn’t subsided. He shoved the Divine Demon Plant into his chest, asking, “Like this?”

After that, Yang Zhen pulled out the Divine Demon Plant again and, to the dumbfounded crowd, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a bit, and mumbled unclearly, “Is it showcased like this?”

He… ate it?

Seeing Yang Zhen actually pull out the Divine Demon Plant and toss it into his mouth, chewing it twice before swallowing it with a gulp, everyone was dumbfounded.

Even Lou Woli and the others behind Yang Zhen were staring wide-eyed, filled with disbelief.