Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Yang Zhen was also interested in observing this little fan he had never met before, curious to see what kind of person he was.

Judging from the clattering sound, this little fan was a free-spirited, headstrong individual. However, Yang Zhen wondered if he might be a bit rash.

Master Tie’s face was ghastly, glaring angrily at the staircase as if he was seriously displeased with this grandchild of his.

But this wasn’t hard to understand, a grandfather so traditional and stubborn, ended up having such a passionate and headstrong grandson. It’d be strange if he was satisfied.

Anyway, with nothing else to do, Yang Zhen just sat idly sipping his fragrant tea. But as he saw a person rush up from the staircase entrance, his eyes bulged wide open. He couldn’t hold back and spat out a mouthful of tea all over Master Tie’s face.

In an instant, a momentary silence fell over the teahouse. Everyone turned around in shock to look at Yang Zhen, including the ‘grandson’ who had just climbed up the stairs.

Master Tie shivered all over, his face dripping with tea, and the contours of his veins exposed. He turned his head slowly, an angry expression glaring at Yang Zhen.

Everyone stared at Yang Zhen in a daze, and didn’t dare even to breathe. Seeing Master Tie, who was usually meticulous and fastidious, in such a disheveled state was unthinkable. With his fastidious nature, he probably wanted to strangle Yang Zhen right now.

Everyone was afraid that when Master Tie exploded in anger, they would be caught in the crossfire. Including those practitioners who were close to Yang Zhen and Master Tie, they also slowly stood up, carefully moving aside without making a sound.

Everyone in the teahouse was waiting for Master Tie to burst out in anger, they looked at Master Tie and then at Yang Zhen, their faces betrayed their gloating expressions.

However, when everyone turned to look at Yang Zhen, they found him acting as if nothing had happened. He leisurely placed down his teacup, took a sheet of unknown white and soft paper from within his clothes, stood up, leisurely wiped Master Tie’s face clean of tea stains. He clicked his tongue in amazement: “Amazing, just amazing. Fellow, upon seeing your dear grandson for the first time, I was simply shocked. I couldn’t help it. Please don’t blame me. Really, it was….”

“Really was what?” Perhaps because it involved his grandson, Master Tie, upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, promptly asked in a flustered manner: “What happened to my grandson?”

How would Yang Zhen know what happened to Master Tie’s grandson? Damn it, he felt like ten thousand alpacas were running wild in his mind, trampling him again and again.

He thought he was going to gain a little fan, but instead of a little brother, a little sister arrived.

The girl in front of him was only about ten years old, mischievous and adorable. All the words in the world to describe a ‘little Lolita’ fit her perfectly.

She was slim with a poised posture, with big eyes framed by lush eyebrows, and a doll-like face that made one itch to pinch. She stared at a pair of huge bunnies, this was simply too much…

Shameful, truly shameful. The Lolita fan in front of him was likely to make all the Otaku brothers on the blue planet go crazy for three days and three nights, the adrenaline just didn’t stop.

If it weren’t for the three-year minimum age limit that held Yang Zhen back, he would have wanted to take this little fangirl away. Raising a little Lolita like this would be so much fun.

And the stern and fastidious old man, who was obviously a clean freak in front of him, must have adopted this grandchild. How could this old guy rear such a granddaughter?

Yang Zhen gave the old man a look of infinite contempt. He immediately put on a smile, wiping the tea off Master Tie’s chin for the second time, then asked,” Fellow, is your granddaughter named Xiu’er?”

“No!” Master Tie said with a puzzled expression, hesitatingly responded,”My granddaughter’s name is Luoluo, Luoluo meaning broad-mindedness. It’s just… her personality is, it’s a long story…”

Yang Zhen laughed out loud, patting Master Tie’s shoulder, he said, “As the saying goes, ‘We learn from the Northern Island’s Eight Formations, carry a genuine charm up our lovebird sleeves. Why is a woman willing to accept this, when the emperor himself is indeed a man?'”

“Bravo!”

A crisp voice rang out, Luoluo’s eyes widened, and she took three large strides toward Yang Zhen. She laughed heartily and turned to Master Tie, saying, “Grandpa, where did you find such an interesting person? He’s almost on par with Yang Zhen! I love this poem. It’s much better than those weak and insipid ones you usually write. This is the kind of poem a man should write!”

“Nonsense!” Master Tie gave Luoluo a stern look, but anyone could see that his eyes were filled with indulgence, and not a drop of rebuke.

After scolding Luoluo, Master Tie turned to Yang Zhen with a surprised expression and asked, “This poem of yours, young friend Yang, is very peculiar. Do you also understand the way of civil talent?”

“Young friend Yang?” Luoluo gasped, her eyes wide with hope. “Are you Yang Zhen?”

Before waiting for Yang Zhen’s answer, she shook her head in disappointment. “No, you’re not Yang Zhen. He should be with his cat right now, on his way to the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain.”

What?

Upon hearing this, everyone, who were still in shock, came to their senses and stared at Yang Zhen, unable to put their surprise into words.

Master Tie and his granddaughter Luoluo, both of whom were notoriously difficult to deal with. Now, not only was Yang Zhen calling Master Tie his brother, but he had also sprayed tea all over his face. Surprisingly, Master Tie wasn’t angry, but became even more friendly. Was this a joke?

And about Luoluo. This little girl’s talent was extraordinary; she didn’t even regard Li Cangxu highly. She would often remark that once Yang Zhen arrived, Li Cangxu would have to hide his face.

The grandfather and granddaughter were each more peculiar than the other, one being stubborn and the other haughty. They were extremely difficult to deal with. Now, they were all gathered around this youngster named Yang Dianfeng. This was… simply inconceivable.

Confronted with a flurry of questions, Yang Zhen was uncertain about which to answer first. Out of curiosity, he looked at Luoluo and asked with interest, “How do you know I’m not Yang Zhen? Maybe the Yang Zhen you’re talking about is standing right in front of you.”

Luoluo laughed out loud, and with a sidelong glance at Yang Zhen, she said, “I mean no insult, but would Yang Zhen ever come to a place like this by himself?”

“Then where should he be?” Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Luoluo stuck her neck out defiantly and said, “Yang Zhen should, of course, take his cat and conquer the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain! Trample Li Cangxu, that braggart, underfoot, and make him yell ‘Yang Baba!'”

What the heck!

Hearing Luoluo’s words, Yang Zhen himself was startled. Luoluo casually said out loud the term “Yang Baba,” a nickname he had come up with alone. How well did this little girl know him?

He didn’t recall mentioning “Yang Baba” in Northern Island!

Looking at Luoluo’s arrogant face, as if Yang Zhen was supposed to act recklessly and arrogantly, Yang Zhen was bewildered. Just as he was about to speak, laughter echoed through the room.

Upon hearing the laughter, Master Tie and Luoluo’s faces changed dramatically.

“Bad news, Grandpa. It’s that jerk again.”

“Who?” Yang Zhen asked in surprise.

“Who else could it be if not that jerk Fang Zhongjian from the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land.”

Footsteps could be heard on the stairs, along with a teasing voice, “Little girl, you should mind your words. A loose tongue can cause a lot of troubles.”