Chapter 961: Chapter 988: Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help! (First update) Chapter 961: Chapter 988: Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help! (First update) The inheritance of Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin was right before his eyes, and Yang Zhen had already received the recognition of the Nine Dragons Great Saint because he had learned the text on the coffin and knew the method to break the seals.

If there were only Huo Lian and the other two Half-step Great Saints here, Yang Zhen might have considered waiting a bit longer to take the inheritance. After all, they couldn’t break the seal. Watching them go round in circles was an amusing pastime.

However, Valley Granny, who emerged halfway through, did have some skills. She could understand the ancient Ale Clan’s script; although her knowledge wasn’t extensive, it was still enough for her to research and devise a way to break the seals.

There wasn’t just one method to break this seal. The method Yang Zhen had guided Valley Granny to was merely the simplest one. Using this method to obtain the inheritance was not an easy task.

Difficult as it may be, with Valley Granny’s scholarship on ancient inheritances, obtaining the inheritance was just a matter of time.

In fact, it was precisely because Valley Granny understood the ancient Ale Clan’s script and pronunciation that Yang Zhen had been able to gradually lead the Half-step Great Saints in reciting such compelling verses. Had Valley Granny also been ignorant of these texts, Yang Zhen, who boldly made them declare themselves big dumb donkeys, might already be a corpse.

Disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty kept Yang Zhen and the others blockaded outside, while the four Half-step Great Saints studied the inheritance on the Nine Dragon Coffin. Although they were yet to figure it out, Yang Zhen couldn’t wait any longer.

Who knew if Valley Granny was just putting on an act, appearing yet to gain the inheritance on the surface, when in reality she might just be waiting for an opportunity to claim the inheritance for herself when Yang Zhen least expected it.

If that were the case, all the manoeuvring he had done for so long would have been in vain.

With this thought, Yang Zhen sighed and said, “I was actually looking forward to playing this game a bit longer, but it seems I can’t. Scoundrel Cat, Little Dao Fool, prepare to flee for your lives.”

Han Yan’er and Scoundrel Cat tensed up, asking in unison, “What are you planning to do?”

Yang Zhen stretched his lips into a smile and said, “Snatching food from the tiger’s mouth!”

“Shit, kiddo, don’t mess around. Those are Half-step Great Saints, and there are four of them. If they really lose their cool, we won’t even get a chance to escape.”

Scoundrel Cat leaped three feet high, landing on Yang Zhen’s shoulder with a face full of astonishment, and incredulously asked, “In this situation, you think you can still escape?”

Yang Zhen grimaced and said, “How will I know if I don’t try? This is the true inheritance of a Saint Realm powerhouse. If I just handed it over to the Great Nether Dynasty, would you be satisfied?”

Scoundrel Cat curled his lip and replied, “What does a Saint Realm powerhouse count for? You have one by your side. Once she remembers everything, isn’t this kind of inheritance something we can have as much as we want?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback, naturally knowing Scoundrel Cat was referring to Little Miss, and shook his head saying, “It won’t happen that fast. Little Miss’s memories are all of the Tri-Floral Saintess. If she recalls them too quickly, wouldn’t she just become the Tri-Floral Saintess?”

Hua Youyue had not deliberately tried to recall the Tri-Floral Saintess’s memories nor had she pieced together the fragments of memory; she was letting nature take its course, taking whatever came to mind.

In this way, it would be a long wait for Tri-Floral Saintess to discard the Tri-Floral Saintess’s memories and make those fragments her own. By that time, Yang Zhen was likely to have cultivated to the Saint Realm himself. What use would he have for another Saint Realm’s inheritance then?

So this line of thinking was utterly impractical!

Seeing Scoundrel Cat hesitate to speak, Yang Zhen grinned and said, “Anyways, I’ve already offended the Great Nether Dynasty terribly, so one more time hardly matters.”

Saying this, Yang Zhen turned and walked toward the group of Great Nether Dynasty disciples. The disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty immediately became vigilant.

Had it been anyone else, the disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty might have disdained to take notice. Even if these people charged together, the disciples could have held them off. But Yang Zhen was different; his legend was just too dazzling.

Han Yan’er followed behind Yang Zhen with a complex look on her face and said, “Be careful!”

“Don’t worry!” Without looking back, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, “I’m the person who fears death the most!”

Han Yan’er rolled her eyes, her face displaying a bitter smile.

Yang Zhen always liked to keep the phrase “I fear death the most” on his lips, but all the actions he took were as if his life was simply tied to his belt.

The cheap cat cackled strangely and said, “I suddenly have a premonition, but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad?”

“What premonition?” Han Yan’er asked curiously.

Excitement flickered in the cheap cat’s eyes as it said, “The true major event has probably been triggered by the Great Nether Dynasty, and from now on, the Nether State Continent, and perhaps even the entire cultivation world, is likely to become lively. It’s an opportunity, let’s see if Yang Xiaozi can seize it.”

“What opportunity?” Han Yan’er’s expression turned stern, her face flickering with shock as she continued, “What’s about to happen in the cultivation world?”

“Didn’t you hear what Huo Lian said? He mentioned that the other Half-step Great Saints are too busy to care for themselves, why would that be?” The cheap cat smiled cunningly, winked at Han Yan’er, and said, “At such times, those Half-step Great Saints being busy can only mean one thing: the Great Nether Dynasty is giving them trouble.”

Han Yan’er’s eyes brightened as she said eagerly, “Doesn’t that mean Shangyuan Sect has a chance?”

The cheap cat sighed and said, “What chance? The Shangyuan Sect is just too weak. Surviving in the cracks among powers that have Half-step Great Saints, what chance could they possibly have?”

“Isn’t there still Chilong?” Han Yan’er asked in surprise.

The cheap cat laughed heartily and said, “Chilong hasn’t completed its evolution yet and can only serve as a warning. However, Shangyuan Sect doesn’t have absolutely no chance, it’s just that their opportunity doesn’t lie with Chilong, but with Yang Zhen.”

Han Yan’er nodded, understanding this point. After all, the current state of Shangyuan Sect was entirely the work of Yang Zhen. Whether it could grow and become stronger in the future still depended on Yang Zhen’s actions.

“It all depends on what Yang Zhen does next,” the cheap cat said meaningfully as it looked over at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen raised his hands and said to a group of Great Nether Dynasty disciples with a smile, “Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help.”

The disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty displayed a solemn look, and one middle-aged man glanced at the four Half-step Great Saints on the Nine Dragon Coffin and snorted coldly, “Yang Zhen, the four Half-step Great Saints of our Great Nether Dynasty don’t need your help. You’d better leave at once, or don’t blame us for being impolite.”

Yang Zhen didn’t stop. His smile grew even brighter as he said to the middle-aged man, “Senior, how do you know that the four Half-step Great Saints don’t need my help without even asking them?”

Damn, if it weren’t for this Sao Saint ‘helping out,’ do you think those four old guys could have broken the seal so quickly?

Yang Zhen leisurely watched the middle-aged man. There was still some time, and if he wasn’t in a hurry, then it was these people from the Great Nether Dynasty who should be feeling the pressure.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man’s face changed, and after hastily saying something to the people around him, he turned and walked toward the direction of Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

Yang Zhen waited a long time and the middle-aged man still hadn’t returned, which made him want to curse. Was Valley Granny so confident?

If Yang Zhen was not mistaken, Valley Granny was already stuck at a node and had not figured out how to handle it properly.

And even Yang Zhen didn’t know what the legacy inside was. Could Valley Granny, even if she handled the node correctly, just barge in and open the coffin?

While Yang Zhen was puzzled, a hearty roar came through, “I am a big dumbass!”

Pfft!

Yang Zhen, with a dumbfounded face, sprayed saliva on the faces of many Great Nether Dynasty practitioners present.

This node is the most crucial part of the entire legacy; saying you’re a big dumbass won’t cut it, even if you were a big idiot, it wouldn’t work!

“Yang Zhen, get your ass in here!”

A fierce shout came through, clearly a bit frantic.

Yang Zhen shrank his neck and quickly said, “Ai, coming, coming!”