Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Yang Zhen had never paid much attention to the state of his spiritual root. After all, his talents were off the charts. So far, apart from math problems, there seemed to be nothing in this world that he couldn’t unravel. As long as the information was sufficient, even if it was minimal, Yang Zhen was able to comprehend and understand many things.

But he noticed that his spiritual root was indeed growing, a phenomenon he had observed more than once or twice.

The most noticeable instance was when he compared his spiritual root with the little girl’s. The first time they compared, her spiritual root was half his size. But after the girl defied the heavens and recombined the Heavenly Fragrance Holy Root, her spiritual root was noticeably bigger than before.

However, when compared with Yang Zhen’s at that time, even though her spiritual root had grown larger, it was only a third of Yang Zhen’s size.

In other words, as much as the little girl’s spiritual root had enlarged, Yang Zhen’s had grown even larger.

After that, Yang Zhen began to pay attention to his spiritual root. Today, after etching the words “True Fragrance” in the mansion of the Ice Martial City’s lord, he benefited greatly. The most obvious change was the growth of his spiritual root, which had actually increased in size again.

This came as a surprise to Yang Zhen, who found himself wondering if it would continue to grow stronger and bigger.

Yang Zhen cursed inwardly and secretly used his spiritual awareness to examine his Little Yang Zhen. This fellow, besides being sturdier than before, seemed to be the same as always.

After all, there’s a Chinese saying, “a man’s greed is like a snake that wants to swallow an elephant.” Moreover, it’s not necessarily true that girls prefer it bigger. The main thing is whether it works well and endures.

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present seemed to be in a state of stupor. The city lord of Ice Martial City, in particular, asked with a doubtful expression, “In your village, there is such an outstanding individual, certainly a prominent senior, someone we could not match, right?”

Yang Zhen was startled and nodded seriously, “This ‘True Fragrance’ theory encompasses countless races. Between heaven and earth, no creature can escape it. Even those outside the Three Realms struggle to escape the warning of the ‘True Fragrance’ theory!”

Upon hearing this, everyone shuddered, especially the idiotic Han Yan’er, who stared at Yang Zhen and murmured to herself, “Is it you? What kind of person are you really?”

If Yang Zhen had heard this, he would definitely be startled, as he didn’t have such power.

At that moment, Han Yan’er suddenly approached Yang Zhen and said, “I will be setting off for Northern Island tomorrow. We might not see each other for a long time… Would you like to come with me?”

Yang Zhen looked at Han Yan’er strangely. This long-legged beauty seemed pretty interested in him, although most of the time she was trying to fight him. Considering that during a fight, he couldn’t exactly rub her beautiful legs on the ground, Yang Zhen was frustrated. He hurriedly replied, “No, no!” Disappointment flashed in Han Yan’er’s eyes. Before she could speak, the City Lord of Ice Martial City cheerfully said, “Miss Yan’er, I have already arranged for Young Master Yang’s travel. He will be departing this afternoon for Northern Island. Are you worried that you won’t have a chance to meet?” Hearing the Ice Martial City Lord say this, Han Yan’er forced a smile and said, “If that’s the case, then I’ll wait for Young Master Yang in Northern Island.” “Of course, of course. If I have time, I will visit you at the Spiritual Studies Palace and see just how grand this major sect that gathers the cultural aura of the world truly is!”

Han Yan’er’s face lit up upon hearing his words. She looked at Yang Zhen and said, “Then I will wait for Yang Zhen at the Spiritual Studies Palace.” “It’s a promise, pinky swear!”

“Pinky swear?” Han Yan’er looked at Yang Zhen, confused.

Yang Zhen laughed and said, “It’s a form of promise in our village. It’s somewhat casual compared to an oath, but it still reflects sincerity. Little Daoist, extend your pinky finger!”

Curiosity etched on her face, Han Yan’er extended her pinky finger and hooked it with Yang Zhen’s. A sweet smile bloomed on her face, clearly intrigued by this custom.

Yang Zhen took a deep look at Han Yan’er’s long legs and murmured to himself, “I wonder whose legs are more attractive when compared with the little girl’s!” “What was Young Master Yang saying?” Han Yan’er asked curiously, looking at Yang Zhen.

Caught off guard, Yang Zhen gazed into the sky at a 45-degree angle and said, “Nothing much, the weather today is just wonderful. Look at those ever­changing clouds. They remind me of the fickleness of life.”

“But there are no clouds today!” Han Yan’er looked puzzled.

“Oh, really?” Yang Zhen glanced up and saw that indeed, the sky was clear. He laughed and said, “If there are clouds in your heart, then there are clouds in the sky!”

Understanding dawned on Han Yan’er’s face, and she said, “I see now!”

You know?

Yang Zhen wore a puzzled look. He himself didn’t know, yet the little Taoist knew. This… really demonstrated the old saying: those who are devoted to Tao are often the most unknowing!

Northern Island was an immensely expansive continent. Yang Zhen had never thought that besides the Nether State continent, there would be such a vast world.

Everyone talks about azure waves stretching as far as the eye can see. Yang Zhen, looking forward from the boat, saw the entire Northern Domain blanketed in silver. The terrain and sky appeared as one, vastness extending so far it made one’s sight falter.

Continuous ranges of towering mountains were like ancient dragons coiling and meandering throughout the land. A few scattered villages and cities also held a sense of profound age.

Yang Zhen exhaled a breath, and in an instant, all he could see was a sea of white. Ifhe hadn’tbeen thoroughly trained in cultivation, the cold, snowy environment would likely cause him, a man accustomed to the conditions of the Blue Planet, to fall ill.

The safe journey on the Ice Martial City Lord’s flying boat left Yang Zhen somewhat bored. After arriving on Northern Island, they landed in a huge city called Tieling City, which reminded Yang Zhen of a famous place on the Blue Planet—North Pond Gully!

“Quick, come and see Su Dajia’s latest treasured calligraphy, Tieling City has this and this alone!”

“What, Su Dajia’s latest calligraphy treasure!”

“Mo Chengxuan truly lives up to the title of Tieling City’s top calligraphy seller, managing to acquire Su Dajia’s latest treasure!”

“Heyman, it’s a copy, not the original!”

“But that’s still quite rare, being able to observe Su Dajia’s calligraphy up close. It’s an honor for us!”

A group of people were discussing Su Dajia’s treasured calligraphy. Evidently, it was a highly valued work of art!

Yang Zhen, curious, looked over there. The Ice Martial Guard beside him hastily explained, “Su Dajia is Tieling City’s most famous literary giant. Each piece of his calligraphy can stir one’s spirit and cleanse the mind. Regardless of whether it’s cultivating temperament or practicing, it offers significant assistance!” The Ice Martial Guard, seemingly well-informed, talked about Tieling City in a well-ordered fashion. No matter how strange the questions Yang Zhen asked, he answered readily.

Obviously, the old city lord of Ice Martial City had made very thoughtful arrangements in this regard.

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Every place has its unique traits. Tieling City is obviously influenced by the Spiritual Studies Palace, with a prevailing literary atmosphere. This, too, can be considered a form of ‘the way’.”

The Ice Martial Guard beside him was startled by his words, nodded in agreement, and said with a glow in his eyes, “Young Master Yang is indeed extraordinarily talented. Su Dajia has said similar things!”

“Oh?” Yang Zhen was momentarily startled but became somewhat interested. This Su Dajia seemed to be an interesting fellow, though he wondered whether he was a doddering old man or a spirited young lad.

Such a figure rarely emerged from an established family because middle-aged individuals hardly inspired this kind of influential effect.

Yang Zhen walked towards the crowd, grabbed a young man who was desperately trying to squeeze in, and asked, “My good man, I am Yang Zhen. What is it you all are…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the impatient young man suddenly cried out in surprise, turned his head, and with wide eyes stared at Yang Zhen as if he had seen a ghost. He angrily asked, “Are you Yang Zhen?”

Whoosh!

All eyes turned towards Yang Zhen. Everyone looked at him as if he had taken advantage of everyone present.

Yang Zhen looked around in surprise, then turned back to ask the Ice Martial Guard, “What the hell… what’s going on?”

“Run!” The Ice Martial Guard’s face changed drastically, and he dragged Yang Zhen away.

Damn, Yang Zhen ran, his face filled with bewilderment. Could it be that in Tieling City, anyone named Yang Zhen was considered a notorious criminal?