Chapter 978: Chapter 1005: Someone is Bullying Your Disciple! (One more) Chapter 978: Chapter 1005: Someone is Bullying Your Disciple! (One more) Everyone was stunned by Yang Zhen’s casual greeting to the Saint Realm powerhouse, saying “fellow villager, you’re awake.” Probably only Yang Zhen would dare to address a Saint Realm powerhouse like that under the heavens.

Seeing a smile that was not quite a smile appear on the face of the Saint Realm powerhouse, everyone had a surreal feeling. Could it be that this bastard Yang Zhen was really fellow villagers with the Saint Realm powerhouse?

How the hell could that be possible? But if not, then what did the smile of the Saint Realm powerhouse mean?

Everyone’s face was full of absurd expressions. Huo Lian’s gaping mouth unconsciously closed, and with a puzzled look, he glanced between Yang Zhen and the Saint Realm powerhouse, inching quietly toward the edge of the Sky Spring Queyang Array.

Just then, the Saint Realm powerhouse suddenly beckoned with a hand, and Yang Zhen’s face drastically changed, as he helplessly flew towards the Nine Dragon Coffin.

Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er’s faces changed dramatically. Just as they were about to make a move, seeing Yang Zhen wave his hand, they forcibly held back.

Without malice, after all, Yang Zhen couldn’t feel it!

After landing on the Nine Dragon Coffin, Yang Zhen sized up the Saint Realm powerhouse from head to toe and muttered to himself, “My goodness, is this the aura of a Saint Realm powerhouse? Indeed terrifying, almost scared me, the Sao Saint, to death.”

“Sao Saint?” The Saint Realm powerhouse’s face showed a hint of curiosity, then burst into laughter. “Interesting, quite interesting. You remind me of an old acquaintance; both wanderers on the path to heaven… alas, alas…”
While speaking these incomprehensible words and sighing, the Saint Realm powerhouse looked at Yang Zhen and said, “Was it you who awakened me?”

Hearing this, the five Half-step Great Saints turned pale, holding their breath in fear, nervously watching the Saint Realm powerhouse.

If it really was Yang Zhen who resurrected the Saint Realm powerhouse, then today Yang Zhen probably really wouldn’t need to die.

Those practitioners who had just been thinking of showing off were now feeling as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a live fly.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, Yang Zhen actually shook his head and earnestly said, “No!”

“No?” The Saint Realm powerhouse’s face showed curiosity, smiling ambiguously at Yang Zhen and said, “Think carefully. If it was you who had awakened me, I would spare your life.”

Yang Zhen grinned, replying, “Fellow villager, your joke isn’t funny at all. If this Sao Saint wanted to live, not even the heavens could take me away. Are you sure you can manage?”

“Quite interesting!” The Saint Realm powerhouse chuckled, pressing his hand onto Yang Zhen’s crown. With Yang Zhen’s cultivation at the Celestial Phase of the Ninth Heavenly Layer, he didn’t evade at all.

In fact, Yang Zhen didn’t even try to dodge. What a joke, any dodge would be offensive to the Saint Realm powerhouse, and could lead to a death so sudden he wouldn’t even know how it came.

Speaking is an art form. In the presence of a Saint Realm powerhouse, one might say some inexplicable things, but should never do anything unreasonable–such actions could be fatal.

Just as everyone thought Yang Zhen was a goner, the Saint Realm powerhouse exclaimed, shaking all over, “How can this be?”

What now?

The Saint Realm powerhouse would say such bizarre things.

Yang Zhen, completely bewildered, watched the Saint Realm powerhouse, and everyone gaped, unsure what “How can this be?” referred to.

They dared not move a muscle!

Everyone present–no one dared to make the slightest move.

At this moment, the Saint Realm powerhouse suddenly frowned, asking, “This coffin of mine, it took me a thousand years to refine. How could you forcefully refine it successfully in such a short time? It’s quite a fortune. Answer me, what do you plan to use it for?”

Without a second thought, Yang Zhen replied, “To put someone in it!”

To put a person in it?

The Saint Realm powerhouse’s brow furrowed, turned to look, and his gaze fell on Huo Lian, whose face suddenly turned pale as he frantically dashed away.

“He’s not worthy!”

A light snort echoed. Without seeing any movement from the Saint Realm powerhouse, Huo Lian suddenly shrieked, plummeting from mid-air, blood spraying like a fountain along the way, causing everyone’s faces to turn pale and hearts nearly stop.

When Huo Lian thumped to the ground, everyone was shocked to realize Huo Lian was already dead.

A Half-step Great Saint, dead just like that in front of everybody, without his Spirit Soul even having a chance to escape his body, just gone, lost to the world.

Everyone’s face betrayed a look of panic, fearing that the Saint Realm powerhouse before them might display dissatisfaction and kill them with a single glare.

“Chaos Dragon Art? Ninth Dragons, aren’t you being too bullying?” Valley Granny’s face changed drastically as she stared at the Saint Realm powerhouse on the Nine Dragon Coffin, her visage filled with grief and anger.

Yang Zhen let out a playful noise and pointed at Huo Lian saying, “See, everyone, see? Huo Lian’s death has nothing to do with me, your Sao Saint. It was this old… this senior who glared him to death. You all have to be my witnesses.”

Nine Dragons Great Saint looked bewildered for a moment before bursting into loud laughter, saying, “Indeed, even his personality is similar. Kid, who exactly are you?”

Yang Zhen flashed a grin and said, “Senior, who is the familiar person you speak of?”

Nine Dragons Great Saint shook his head and said, “Never mind, you are not him after all. Kid, this old man is quite tired, got any good place for this old man to take a nap?”

Upon hearing these words, everyone instinctively swallowed.

Nine Dragons Great Saint wants to take a nap, what does that mean?

“Yes, indeed, there really is a nice place for the senior to rest,” Yang Zhen hurriedly said, giving an unwilling Chilong a glare and added, “You can just make yourself another nest.”

Nine Dragons Great Saint surprisingly glanced at Chilong beside him and laughed heartily, saying, “Don’t worry, this old man won’t fight with you for a spot. We’ll each have half. I didn’t expect to find such a treasure within such a small sect.”

With that, Nine Dragons Great Saint gave Valley Granny and others a deep look, his figure suddenly disappearing into thin air. Chilong immediately let out a mournful cry and rushed towards the Emperor Stele, fearing Nine Dragons Great Saint might snatch away its den.

And the crowd, upon hearing the words of Nine Dragons Great Saint, all revealed shocked expressions. Even a mighty Saint Realm being called it a treasure, what exactly was it?

How could the Shangyuan Sect possibly possess such a treasure?

As Nine Dragons Great Saint vanished from everyone’s line of sight, the disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty, silent as cicadas in winter, all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began dragging Huo Lian’s corpse away.

Yang Zhen glared and said, “Damn it, you can’t just come and go as you please, do you think this is a hotel? Hey, folks, don’t rush to sleep yet, I still want to deal with a few people!”

“Boy, don’t push your luck!” said Valley Granny and the others as they stumbled, nearly dropping Huo Lian’s corpse. They fixed a furious and frustrated gaze on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen let out a strange cry, “Oh my, folks, someone is trying to hit your disciple! Damn it, with so many people bullying me, are you going to take care of your disciple or not?”

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the entire crowd felt as if they were struck by lightning.

You’re really good at climbing the ladder, aren’t you?

In the blink of an eye, you’ve become the disciple of a Saint Realm powerhouse?

Saint Realm powerhouses are so mighty; since ancient times, there have only been a few. How many cultivators at the pinnacle of the Celestial Phase, just a step into the Half-step Great Saint Realm, get stranded at this insurmountable barrier for life, never breaking into the Saint Realm?

It’s not just you, Yang Zhen, even all the Half-step Great Saints long for a Saint Realm master but to no avail.

What kind of parents gave birth to this bastard, and how on earth was he raised to this size?

As Valley Granny and the others staggered away from the Shangyuan Sect, looking utterly embarrassed, a stealthy figure–none other than Sneaky Cat–emerged from who-knows-where, approaching Yang Zhen and saying, “Kid, stop your yelling. Take it easy, Ninth Dragons may seem affable, but don’t overdo it, besides he’s nearly asleep by now.”

“Sleep…” Yang Zhen blinked, hastily said, “Quick, activate the array, close the gates, release the hounds…”

Just then, a voice abruptly echoed in Yang Zhen’s mind: “Kid, come here!”

“Who?” Yang Zhen’s eyes bulged with wariness as he looked around, asking, “Who’s calling me?”

“Who’s calling you?” Sneaky Cat curled his lip, an expression of guarded sneakiness on his face.

“You come as well!”

The voice didn’t sound like a message transmitted by energy. Yang Zhen and Sneaky Cat both shivered and looked at each other with a mix of confusion and daze.

“Damn it, didn’t you say he was asleep?”

“You’re asking me, but who should I ask? Maybe… a bit of insomnia?”