Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 672: My Realm is Higher than His

This Mr. Zhang from Huangzhou, hailing from an Ancient Family and also a Son of the Fate Energy, was especially shocked!

Everything about the Wuji Sect seemed utterly "unbelievable."

For example...

That little black dog was teaching others the Sword Dao, and then there was that chicken lecturing about seals, its discourse authoritative and profound, with the audience listening intently, not daring to slack off.

And he had just been scorned by an Eight Treasures Chicken.

Turning around, he encountered the rumored Void Body, and then saw a Fairy performing Tao, her entire being ethereal, as if a celestial maiden had descended to the mortal world, seemingly on the verge of fusing with the Great Tao.

Zhang Ziyu was rather dumbfounded. He held his forehead and backed away repeatedly, feeling an urge to get drunk despite not having touched a drop of liquor.

Liu Dayao quickly ran up from behind to support him.

"Something's off about this place," Mr. Zhang whispered, his breathing somewhat hurried, his handsome face a flurry of expressions more captivating than a dancing butterfly.

"I see it too. This isn't some ordinary faction, Young Master!" Liu Dayao responded.

"Right... The people, the dogs, the chickens... none of them are ordinary..." He furrowed his brows, a constipated look on his face. "Back in our Huangzhou, chickens are for eating, and dogs are for guarding homes."

"Young Master is right. This place is very likely an ancient power," Liu Dayao said gravely. "When we entered, there were so many Arrays guarding it! My heavens!"

"Stay calm!" Mr. Zhang scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting around. "We hail from Ancient Families; we can't lose face at a time like this."

"That's right, Young Master. You're also a Son of the Fate Energy."

"Let's not talk about that." Mr. Zhang's face turned shades of green and purple.

He had just seen a group of young disciples, and each of them wielded Sacred Soldiers.

What in the world? Is this even normal?

And the Wuji Sect's back mountain was covered with Spiritual Medicine!

My heavens!

Mr. Zhang was stunned, recalling Chen Pingping's words: "My family is poor."

Recalling it now, such a concise phrase felt like an insult, a blatant show of disdain. Perhaps Chen Pingping thought he was illiterate, unable to even understand the meaning of "poor."

Huh?

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang's gaze landed on a robust old yellow ox. It was staring at him, its eyes spirited, its thick lips wriggling as if smiling, yet also as if doing nothing at all.

Mr. Zhang tensed, his gaze fixed.

For some reason, he felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a Great Emperor was looking down on him.

Yes! That ox was a Demon Emperor, looking down on him from on high!

The aura fluctuations it unintentionally emitted made his whole body tremble; even his Divine Soul spasmed.

But in the blink of an eye, that terrifying feeling vanished.

Lao Huang lowered its eyelids and swayed its tail, looking like an ordinary family's ox. It seemed quite normal, but it wasn't eating grass; it was chewing on several eighth or ninth-grade Spiritual Medicines.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang fainted on the spot.

Liu Dayao exclaimed from the side, "Young Master, Young Master!" He quickly took out a Spirit Pill.

After a while, Mr. Zhang regained consciousness. Rubbing his eyes, he once again fixed his gaze on Lao Huang.

The Spiritual Medicine had been eaten, and it now lay there lazily, a fluffy little creature sleeping soundly beside it.

Mr. Zhang was shocked.

"Is this ox... unusual too?" Liu Dayao inquired cautiously.

"Great Saint Realm." He held his breath and uttered these three words, utterly astounded.

In that brief moment, he had sensed the aura fluctuations emanating from Lao Huang, indicating it was an old ox at the Great Saint Realm.

Liu Dayao was dumbstruck.

Stay calm! You're a young master from an Ancient Family and a Son of the Fate Energy. What grand scenes haven't you witnessed?

Zhang Ziyu reassured himself, coughed lightly, and then asked Jiang Ni'er, who was nearby, "Miss, may I ask to whom that ox belongs?"

Jiang Ni'er answered truthfully, "It's Chen's!"

"Which Chen?" Zhang Ziyu asked again.

"Chen!"

Zhang Ziyu was rendered speechless. "..."

Damn!

Zhang Ziyu's mind reeled. He then asked, "What about that dog from earlier?"

Jiang Ni'er nodded. "His too."

"And that chicken?"

"Yes."

"The huge creature that followed us back?" (He was referring to the Emperor Spirit.)

It was uncommonly majestic; one glance was enough to know it was an extraordinary being.

Jiang Ni'er continued to nod. "Also raised by Chen."

Zhang Ziyu: "..."

He was starting to panic.

This fellow, who claimed his family was poor, actually possessed such an astonishing foundation.

He was raising several terrifying creatures.

Within the sect, there were Divine Bodies, Fairies, Sword Dao prodigies, and more. Even the ordinary disciples each possessed Sacred Soldiers.

Thinking of this, he silently compared his own background and the cultivation resources he had amassed over the years as a Son of the Fate Energy... They were far inferior to Chen Pingping's personal foundation.

Instantly, his composure began to crumble.

"And those...?" Zhang Ziyu began, then hesitated.

"The Spiritual Medicine?" Jiang Ni'er asked tentatively, then added, "Yes, Chen planted them."

Zhang Ziyu's mouth fell slightly agape, and cracks began to form in his Dao Heart.

But then it occurred to him: Chen Pingping is Yue Wuxia's junior brother! And I am Yue Wuxia's future husband, which means Chen Pingping is also my junior brother. My junior brother is so outstanding! As his senior, I shouldn't feel ashamed or inferior; I should feel proud! Yes, yes, yes! Moreover, although Chen Pingping has an astonishing background and such a profound foundation, his cultivation realm... that's a big problem. His combat strength is definitely not as good as mine. And the number of Quasi-Emperor Weapons he possesses is also less than mine!

With this thought, Zhang Ziyu felt somewhat relieved. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said with a light laugh, "Not bad, not bad. These resources are comparable to this young master's cultivation assets."

Jiang Ni'er smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Ziyu then asked, "By the way, what realm is your Chen at?"

WHOOSH!

As soon as he said this, it immediately drew the attention of the Wuji Sect disciples nearby.

They only knew that Chen Pingping had forged the Heaven Tao Divine Weapon and killed a Demon Emperor, establishing himself in the Saint Realm. But at which heavenly layer of the Saint Realm was he? Realms also had major and minor distinctions, indicating varying levels of strength. Therefore, they were equally curious about this question.

Jiang Ni'er smiled. "If I'm not mistaken, he should be around the fifth heavenly layer."

Oh! Only the fifth heavenly layer! He's no threat! He's no threat!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyu broke into a brilliant smile. So what if he has a good background and a profound foundation? His realm is ultimately too low. He's no match for this young master! Yes! After all, I'm the senior here!

Grinning, he then asked, "Then? What cultivation path does your Chen follow?"

"He's a Divine Power Holder," she said after a moment's thought.

A Divine Power Holder... who also cultivates the Sword Dao? Zhang Ziyu was struck dumbfounded once again.

Previously, in Monster Emperor City, Chen Pingping had unleashed an earth-shattering sword strike that had even drawn the White Emperor to pursue him. Back then, he had assumed Chen Pingping was a Sword Dao genius. But hearing Jiang Ni'er call him a "Divine Power Holder," he was so shocked that his heart pounded relentlessly. His entire worldview of cultivation felt like it was shattering.

A Divine Power Holder... had unleashed such a sword strike?