Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

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“What did you just say your name is?”

The force of Senior Sister Ding’s voice, combined with her facial expression, startled Su Yunlan and Han Rou, who looked at Yang Zhen and Senior Sister Ding in surprise.

Yang Zhen was also startled, thinking the name Yang Dingtian was shared with someone else. In confusion, he replied: “Yang Dingtian, what’s wrong?”

“Ah !” Senior Sister Ding suddenly screamed and grabbed Yang Zhen’s hand,

exclaiming, “You are Yang Dingtian, the one who invented the hotpot spicy soup?”

Both Su Yunlan and Han Rou exchanged looks of disbelief before simultaneously asking, “You are really a Spiritual Meal Master?”

It was hard to believe what Yang Zhen was saying. When he claimed to be a proud chef, Su Yunlan and Han Rou didn’t fully believe him and thought he had somehow tricked his way in.

Despite their shock, both Su Yunlan and Han Rou admired Yang Zhen’s talent as a poet. They wondered how someone could possess such a high degree of ability in not just one, but several different areas of expertise. Even when Yang Zhen confessed to being a chef, the women didn’t believe him.

But after hearing what Senior Sister Ding said, they suddenly realized that Yang Zhen invented the very popular hotpot spicy soup that was fans’ favorite among female students of the Spiritual Studies Palace. The dish was incredibly delicious and satisfying, with the True Essence of the ingredients perfectly preserved. Many female students were crazy about it and would do anything to have a serving of this soup.

The rumor was that this hotpot spicy soup was invented by a newly-promoted head chef named Yang Dingtian. Even the renowned chef Hu Tao was willing to serve as his assistant.

Only then did Su Yunlan and Han Rou come to terms with the fact that Yang Zhen had just said that his name was now Yang Dingtian.

Oh my god!

The two beautiful women gazed at Yang Zhen in disbelief for a long time. It was not until Yang Zhen waved his hand in front of them that they snapped back to reality. They each grabbed one of Yang Zhen’s arms and pleaded, “Please treat us to your hotpot spicy soup!”

Yang Zhen smiled proudly and agreed, “No problem, we’ll have Senior Sister Ding join us.”

Senior Sister Ding eagerly nodded and added, “Even if you didn’t invite me, I would still go!”

Suddenly, a loud booming bell echoed from the mountaintop. The sound was profound and shook everyone’s spirit. Everyone who heard the bell felt a chill in their heart, which then settled into tranquility.

Yang Zhen was surprised and looked towards the source of the sound.

Senior Sister Ding chuckled, “That is the Purifying Spirit Bell of the Spiritual Studies Palace. It was said to be a mysterious treasure handed down from ancient times. It purifies the spirit and calms the heart.”

Yang Zhen finally understood. When another toll of the bell resounded, his spirit suddenly calmed, like a still ancient well. It was astonishing.

With an odd look on her face, Senior Sister Ding turned to face Yang Zhen and said, “The birthday celebration is about to begin, Yang…Dingtian, you… should do your job.”

Yang Zhen waved his hand dismissively, “Don’t worry, I’m the most humble person. I love to cook every day, and I wouldn’t do anything else, no matter how much you pay me!”

Su Yunlan and Han Rou shared a knowing glance, giggling as they took Senior Sister Ding away.

“Don’t forget to treat us to your hotpot spicy soup,” Senior Sister Ding reminded as they left, adding, “And remember to save some for us!”

Yang Zhen twitched his mouth and gritted his teeth, replying, “It’s a promise, it’s a promise!”

The sound of fairy music was diffused, and the True Essence was surging!

At the summit, people gradually entered the birthday celebration. The disciples of the Spiritual Studies Palace who had been waiting there ushered them to their seats.

What pleased Yang Zhen was the fact that despite Su Yunlan and the others being admitted, they did not even have any seats assigned to them, and they ended up standing at the back.

Not long after, Yang Zhen shivered all over, a hint of joy spreading across his face.

Among the crowd, a team of people was leisurely approaching. One of them was a young woman with an immaculate demeanor. Dressed in spotless white, impervious to the mundane world, she exuded an ethereal tranquility. With her exceptional demeanor, any woman within twenty feet of her lost all sense of presence.

Hua Youyue!

After numerous days, Yang Zhen finally saw the little girl again. A smile spread across his face, but it froze mid-air, morphing into an expression of astonishment.

Failing to see her for so many days, the little girl’s aura had become extremely elusive. Yang Zhen gaped, murmuring to himself, “Damn, are the Heavenly Sacred Roots that amazing? I haven’t seen her for a few days, yet the aura around the young girl has become exceedingly pure. She’s almost catching up to the greatness of this Sao Saint.”

It was not an illusion on Yang Zhen’s part. Even Mo Xueling, who was typically radiant, seemed slightly dull when compared to Hua Youyue. As soon as she appeared, all eyes were upon her, as if she were the moon surrounded by numerous stars.

“That’s not right!” Yang Zhen suddenly frowned, “Even if heaven and earth were overturned, the drastic change in the little girl’s aura shouldn’t have been possible. There must have been some other transformation within her.”

Yang Zhen looked astonishingly at Hua Youyue, who was enveloped among the crowd without any sense of existence. Strangely enough, Hua Youyue seemed to have a premonition. Her body shivered slightly and through the crowd, she locked her gaze on Yang Zhen.

Under their mutual gaze, Yang Zhen was slightly taken aback. Watching her, his eyes brightened as he winked at Hua Youyue from afar.

Seeing this gesture, the tranquil Hua Youyue revealed a faint smile. At that moment, it was as if spring had arrived and her surroundings brightened.

Exclamations were heard from around them. Be it the ones sitting or standing, all of them were mesmerized, their faces filled with astonishment.

No one noticed the exchange between the two. Even Mo Xueling, who was by Hua Youyue’s side, only paused for a moment. She looked in Yang Zhen’s direction but was unable to identify Yang Zhen’s location. She glanced at Hua Youyue with a curious expression.

Sao Chicken, standing on Hua Youyue’s shoulder, was exuding an exceptionally arrogant vibe. Just like an incredibly noble phoenix, it would occasionally straighten its feathers underneath its wings. Gazing towards the crowd, it displayed an air of arrogance. Even when it looked at certain powerful entities who were at the Tribulation Crossing Period, it maintained a contemptuous gaze.

The only one missing was the Scoundrel Cat. No one knew where it had disappeared to.

Now, almost everyone had arrived. To Yang Zhen’s astonishment, the little girl even got a place to sit. Though she was sitting with Mo Xueling and the disciples of Ink Pool Peak, it was better than standing with the crowd of practitioners.

On the whole summit, a total of two to three thousand individuals were gathered. Yet, this was only a small group of disciples from the Spiritual Studies Palace. The rest were powerful practitioners who came out of admiration.

At that time, a clear hearty laughter was heard. People couldn’t help but look in that direction. A group of people arrived, riding their swords in an arrogant manner.

After seeing these people, most of the people present involuntarily sucked in a breath and changed their expressions.

“They are here. I didn’t expect them to enter in such a grand manner. How audacious.”

“Even so, they have the capability to be audacious. I’m afraid the only ones who can stand on equal footing with Ink Pool Peak and the Spiritual Studies Palace are these people.”

“Senior, who are these people? They have such an immense number of powerful practitioners at the Tribulation Crossing period. This is really terrifying.”

“They are from the Beigu Institute, the Master Confucius’s direct disciples!”

“What!” Several people around were taken aback and exclaimed. “They are the much talked about eloquent and culturally adept direct disciples of Master Confucius?”

Yang Zhen, upon hearing this, smirked. They were just disciples of Confucius after all. It was not as though Confucius himself had come. There was no need to be so arrogant..