Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

“It’s you!”

Lu Tianwei’s voice was distorted as he stared at Yang Zhen with disbelief and bellowed, “You were the one who tampered with the Italian cannon!”

His ambiguous accusation left everyone in the room staring at Yang Zhen in puzzical surprise, their faces filled with confusion.

Since entering, Yang Zhen hadn’t left his seat, even when Master Tie and Lu Tianwei started fighting. He calmly continued to sip his tea. Now, to hear Lu Tianwei accuse him of tampering with the cannon, was Yang Zhen really terrifying to such an extent that he could perform such a feat without moving or revealing anything?

Fang Zhongjian, like everyone else, didn’t understand what was happening, but since Lu Tianwei had said it, it must have been Yang Zhen. He sneered and stared at Yang Zhen and said, “Who are you?”

As Lu Tianwei was about to speak, Fang Zhongjian already rushed at Yang Zhen, “No matter who you are, a Tribulation Crossing Practitioner should not behave so arrogantly. You’re simply courting death!”

Boom!

The threatening power that Fang Zhongjian exuded was enormously terrifying, striking without saying a word was shocking to say the least. However, this was the style of a disciple from the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land. While others were horrified, they could only sigh for Yang Zhen.

What no one noticed was that Lu Tianwei’s face turned extremely ugly when he saw Fang Zhongjian rushing towards Yang Zhen and he shouted, “Brother Fang, stop!”

Stop Brother Fang?

Was there anything Brother Fang couldn’t do? After all, he didn’t even care about a peak practitioner of the Mahayana Phase like Master Tie, why would he show any respect to a Tribulation Crossing Period practitioner like Yang Zhen?

Even Fang Zhongjian, in the midst of his rampant onslaught, was somewhat disappointed after hearing Lu Tianwei’s words. Since returning from the Mobei Abyss, Lu Tianwei seemed to have become a different person, acting cautiously, which was nothing like a disciple from Heavenly Snow Sacred Land. Instead, he seemed like a cautious rogue practitioner.

In mid-air, Fang Zhongjian scoffed. His Unblemished Sword suddenly burst into a ball of blue light and he struck at Yang Zhen.

The next moment, something startled Fang Zhongjian happened—Yang Zhen disappeared!

He simply vanished from his sight, leaving only a silhouette rushing towards him. After two directional changes, Yang Zhen’s figure was no longer visible.

Such a fast speed!

Fang Zhongjian’s face turned ashen. He suddenly felt an unusual breath from behind him and was about to turn around when a sharp pain erupted from his neck. Then, he collapsed unconscious.

Witnessing this eerie scene, everyone’s jaws almost dropped to the floor.

Yang Zhen’s speed was incredibly fast that he vanished from his spot and appeared behind Fang Zhongjian in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, what was up with Yang Zhen’s strength?

With just a slap, he knocked Fang Zhongjian unconscious?

Fang Zhongjian didn’t die, as he was still breathing, but he…he fainted?

The whole process took place in such a short period of time that by the time everyone had comprehended the situation, Fang Zhongjian was already unconscious.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at an excited Yang Zhen who squatted down, pried the Unblemished Sword from Fang Zhongjian’s hand, leaving them all dumbstruck.

Was this man a devil?

He had not only knocked a man unconscious but also took the sacred weapon?

Fang Zhongjian was a Mahayana Practitioner, even though he seemed to have only recently broken through to the Mahayana Phase, surely a Tribulation Crossing Practitioner couldn’t knock him out with a single slap?

The entirety of the tea house fell into silence once more, everyone inside looking with horrified expressions at Yang Zhen, expressing complete bafflement at what he was trying to do.

It was terrifying. With such speed and power, Yang Zhen could easily kill Fang Zhongjian without breaking a sweat. Yet Yang Zhen did not kill Fang Zhongjian. Instead, he picked the Unblemished Sword out of Fang Zhongjian’s hand and returned to his former seat without even sparing a glance at Lu Tianwei.

Everyone’s faces were filled with a weird expressions as they watched Yang Zhen’s eccentric behavior, even Master Tie was surprised, his face showing a serious expression as he watched Yang Zhen returning to his seat.

Luoluo’s eyes widened in shock, staring at Yang Zhen with uncertainty, evidently intrigued by his peculiar actions.

However, the following moment, something even more bizarre happened.

Yang Zhen seemed oblivious to the chaotic state of the environment around him, even disregarding several people nearby. He casually moved the table and pulled out a large furnace from his storage ring.

A large furnace used by ordinary blacksmiths!

What was he doing?

In the crowd, Lu Tianwei glanced at Fang Zhongjian lying on the ground, then at Yang Zhen who was busy. Although he dared not wake up Fang Zhongjian, he still approached him, obviously trying to protect him.

Master Tie cast a glance at Lu Tianwei, not saying a word, his solemn expression clearly indicating his stance – if Lu Tianwei dared to wake Fang Zhongjian up, he would make a move.

After this, Master Tie shifted his curious gaze onto Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen’s curiosity was growing. He was wondering what kinds of changes would occur after the Unblemished Sword was swallowed by the Evil Shadow Black Glutton. He flicked his hand and a beautiful Lotus Flame appeared in the furnace, flickering and looking exceptionally mysterious.

“Companion Heavenly Fire!”

Master Tie murmured lowly, casting a wary glance at Yang Zhen before tentatively asking, “Young friend Yang, do you want… are you thinking about re-forging the Unblemished Sword?”

Re-forging the Unblemished Sword?

How was that possible?

It was common knowledge that all saintly weapons were ultimate manifestations of heavenly and earthly treasures. Aside from those half-baked grand weapon smithing masters, all successfully forged saintly weapons completely utilized the potential of the heavenly and earthly treasures to the fullest.

Regardless of how formidable a weapon smithing grand master was, re-forging a saintly weapon was virtually impossible!

Yang Zhen didn’t reply to Master Tie’s question, in fact he didn’t even hear clearly what Master Tie was saying. He was completely focused on refining the Unblemished Sword.

To Yang Zhen, the Great Missing Sword was no longer merely a weapon. The Evil Shadow Black Glutton within it had developed intelligence, already counting as one of Yang Zhen’s little companions, a companion with a life.

Only after Yang Zhen had repeatedly confirmed with the Evil Shadow Black Glutton and received the assurance that everything would be fine, did he decide to incorporate the Unblemished Sword into the Great Missing Sword.

As for Fang Zhongjian’s opinion, Yang Zhen didn’t consider it for the time being. Just like when Fang Zhongjian wanted to use his Italian cannon on Luoluo without asking her feelings, Yang Zhen was not going to care about him either.

In a world of cultivation, who talked about reason?

Moreover, this Fang Zhongjian was so arrogant. He didn’t even bother to ask Yang Zhen his name before attacking with the Unblemished Sword. The fact that Yang Zhen only knocked him unconscious was due to his unwillingness to concern himself with Fang Zhongjian.

The Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire shone with a brilliant luster. The terrifying heat radiating from it silenced the crowd around, who watched Yang Zhen’s every move uncertainly.

Although nobody in the audience believed that Yang Zhen’s ludicrous actions would be a success, witnessing a unique weapon refusion at close quarters was also a rare opportunity.

When Yang Zhen casually tossed the Unblemished Sword into the furnace, the crowd was struck again by astonishment mixed with pain. Was this supposed to be weapon refinement?

No one had ever seen such a lackadaisical approach to weapons refinement before. Lu Tianwei, on the side guarding Fang Zhongjian, even trembled at the corners of his lips out of pain for the unfortunate sword.