Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

“I’ll fight you till my last breath!”

Zhen Ping’er grit her teeth, struggling to Yang Zhen’s side, and swung a punch at his chest as if she could shatter his heart with a single blow.

The Heiyan Sect’s poison was as potent as rumored; Zhen Ping’er and her group barely had any strength left. Her punch felt like it was just tickling Yang Zhen, let alone shattering his heart.

Yang Zhen stood still, unhurried. He leisurely picked up the weapons and treasures that others had placed on the ground, then took out a bottle of antidote, and reluctantly fed a portion to Lihuo.

“Oh dear, this is all that’s left. Jie Gang, do you have any more antidotes?”

Jie Gang shivered at Yang Zhen’s words, and hastily shook his head. “No, I only brought one bottle.”

“What about you?” Yang Zhen turned to ask Lihuo, who was still caught in the ghost vine.

Lihuo’s mouth had been harmed by the ghost vine and he couldn’t talk, so he stared wide-eyed, whimpering that he didn’t have any either.

As for the others, there was no need to ask. Even if they had an antidote, they wouldn’t give it to Yang Zhen at this point.

Yang Zhen didn’t insist. He shook his head, sighed, and acted as though he was about to pour the entire antidote into Lihuo’s mouth.

“Wait… wait!” Zhen Ping’er, her face color changing, stared at Yang Zhen, and after seeming to muster her strength muttered, “You demon!”

Yang Zhen, grinning, pulled Zhen Ping’er aside, which frightened Zhen Ping’er and her team. Jie Gang and the others exchanged glances, feelings of schadenfreude creeping up.

“Young hero, please keep your promise; don’t harm Ping’er.” Senior Sister Fang implored Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen paused, looked at Zhen Ping’er’s panicked expression and replied, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in this reckless girl.”

Reckless girl?

Everyone looked stunned. When they saw Yang Zhen’s gaze, they suddenly understood. Their faces registered shock, some trying to hold back laughter.

“You bastard, I’ll fight you!” Zhen Ping’er knew Yang Zhen was making fun of her.

Yang Zhen found her reckless?

In the Demon Sect, countless people fancied Zhen Ping’er, doing everything to win her favor, just to gain her attention.

Whether it was her figure or appearance, Zhen Ping’er was top tier, and her cultivation talent was even more commendable. And yet, Yang Zhen scorned her?

Even if Yang Zhen didn’t give her the antidote, Zhen Ping’er had never felt so infuriated. Staggering to Yang Zhen, she tried to punch and kick him, even attempting to bite his heart with her mouth.

Yang Zhen hurriedly held Zhen Ping’er’s forehead back: “Don’t be so angry, little reckless girl. If you hadn’t been so impulsive earlier, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Mind your own business!”

Zhen Ping’er glared at Yang Zhen, then remembered her situation, snorted coldly, and ignored him.

Yang Zhen wasn’t in a hurry and casually said, “A quarter of an hour has almost passed.”

Zhen Ping’er shivered, glaring at Yang Zhen, she took out everything she had and threw it on the ground.

Yang Zhen was not angry. He picked it up cheerfully, “Don’t think about deceiving me with some useless Cultivation Methods or Martial Skills. I can discern the truth just by listening.”

Zhen Ping’er, whose eyes were spinning, deflated completely at his words. She glared at Yang Zhen as if she was trying to kill him with her gaze.

After receiving Zhen Ping’er’s Cultivation Methods and Martial Skills, Yang Zhen laughed heartily, casually tossed the antidote into Zhen Ping’er’s arms, picked up Lihuo and said, “Until we meet again, friends!”

Zhen Ping’er quickly took the antidote. Her beautiful, pearly teeth nearly shattered from clenching, she stared at Yang Zhen’s retreating back and asked, “What’s your name?”

Without turning his head, Yang Zhen waved his hand and left an indifferent silhouette, “I will keep my name, and I will not change my surname, Duan Langcai from the Sword Servant Sect!”

A hint of resentment flashed across Zhen Ping’er’s face, and she gritted her teeth and said, “Duan Langcai, I hope I never see you again!”

Responding to Zhen Ping’er, was a burst of hearty laughter.

In the following two days, Yang Zhen stripped the meat from the Gale Sheep, preserved it well, and headed towards Nether City.

Nether City was one of the largest cities in the eastern region of Nether Continent, under the jurisdiction of Nether Sun Country. It served as a natural barrier for the east and was almost a symbol of Nether Sun Country.

As Yang Zhen set foot towards Nether City, he only then realized how prosperous Nether City really was. Vine-covered lounges were scattered all over. Inside the towering city walls, it showcased an empire’s prosperity and flourishing.

The city streets were full of vendors selling their goods, the smell of wine and tea was overwhelming, and the aroma of food…Yang Zhen was hungry.

After a hearty meal, Yang Zhen finally arrived at the registration area of the Nether Conference.

Major sects naturally did not need to line up for registration, they had a dedicated registration area. But Yang Zhen did not want to register at the Shangyuan Sect, he had to wait for what felt like forever before it was his turn.

In front of Yang Zhen was a short and chubby young man, he turned to Yang Zhen in surprise and said, “Brother, you have a strong smell of blood on you, did you come from Nether Light Forest?”

Nether Light Forest?

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Yes, I almost died in there, but luckily I survived due to my good fortune.”

The little fatty widened his eyes and said, “You have not even reached Foundation Establishment, and you dare to cross the Nether Light Forest, that’s…you’re really gutsy. However, don’t worry, since we met, we must be destined to meet. During the Nether Conference, you can stay with me. As long as Tyrant Lihuo Lv Xiaohu is here, I guarantee no one will dare to mess with you. You better hide any treasures you got from the Nether Light Forest.”

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was shocked by the little fatty, Lv Xiaohu. Someone actually dared to have such a grand name as Tyrant Lihuo. He held his fists and said, “So you’re Brother Tyrant Lihuo, I have heard a lot about you. From now on, you will be my brother, I will cover you. If anyone bullies you, just tell them you’re my brother.”

Lv Xiaohu was dumbfounded, his face turned red, and he stammered, “You…you’ve heard of me?”

“Of course, your reputation is widely known in our countryside, it can scare children and make people shut their doors!”

“Don’t flatter me.” Lv Xiaohu quickly waved his hand, but a smug expression appeared on his face.

“You two, are you going to register or not?” A nagging voice came from behind them, very impatient, and evidently didn’t give face to Tyrant Lihuo and River-crossing Dragon.

“We will register!” Lv Xiaohu quickly turned around and said, “Lv Xiaohu, from Da’an Town!”

“Yang Zhen, from Shangyuan Sect!”

“Brother, your name is Yang…you are Yang Zhen?” Lv Xiaohu suddenly screamed, stunnedly looking at Yang Zhen.

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Yang Zhen was truly surprised this time.

Before Lv Xiaohu could speak, the others started to exclaim and pointed at Yang Zhen, looking as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Yang Zhen was startled, what was going on?

Lv Xiaohu’s face turned pale, and he quickly started to run away, pulling Yang Zhen with him.

“So you are Yang Zhen, why did you really come?” Lv Xiaohu said to Yang Zhen with a wry smile.

“Why can’t I really come?” Yang Zhen was puzzled.

Lv Xiaohu clicked his tongue in wonder, “Duan Langcai has put up a bounty for your head, a three-star weapon for whoever manages to kill you.”

“What? My head is worth just a three-star weapon?” Yang Zhen felt like swearing.

Yang Zhen had really come, this news spread throughout the entire Nether Conference almost in an instant.