Chapter 141
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Chapter 141: The Saint Emerges from Seclusion
“Cough, cough…”
Lou Pingfan coughed violently after choking on his saliva.
Zhang Yang laughed and said, “This matter still needs you to handle it.”
Lou Pingfan coughed even harder, his face turning red.
Zhang Yang added, “Actually, Liu Yinhua— I just checked the records— has only been a saint for three years. He’s clearly not that impressive, slaying him should be a piece of cake.”
“Cough, cough…”
Lou Pingfan felt as if he were about to cough himself to death.
“Of course, a saint is still a saint, so we can only send another saint to do it,” Zhang Yang pointed out.
Finally catching his breath, Lou Pingfan sighed and said, “Young Master, can we please speak properly? If you keep this up, I’ll surely lose my life, and I’ll definitely go down in history as the most tragic Great Boundless.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the most tragic Great Boundless. I’ll at least make you the most tragic saint instead; otherwise, it won’t be sensational enough,” Zhang Yang joked.
Lou Pingfan couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—excitement and anticipation.
A saint!
He actually had hope.
As the Seventh Prince of the Great Boundless, he had quietly climbed his way up, just two minor realms away from reaching the Great Boundless Perfect Stage. Despite being an outsider, he had risen to the highest position in the Liu family, unburdened by internal strife. He was confident that he could reach the ninth level of the Great Boundless Perfect Stage early and gain insight into the mysteries of sainthood.
During his time in the Liu family, he had encountered at least three saints. He understood that while the Great Boundless Perfect Stage seemed only a step away from sainthood, the gap was, in reality, immense. Countless individuals had been stuck at this threshold throughout history.
From his studies of ancient texts, he had discovered that the Eternal Night phenomenon likely made breaking through to sainthood infinitely more difficult.
“By the way, does the Liu family allow outsiders to become saints?” Zhang Yang asked.
Lou Pingfan shook his head. “So far, not a single outsider has become a saint in the Liu family. Even if one did, they would have to be of Liu blood—perhaps taking their mother’s surname or something similar.”
Frowning, he continued, “As far as I know, at least two outsiders in the Liu family had great hopes of attaining sainthood over the past thousand years, but both failed and eventually declined.”
“Then you will be the first outsider saint of the Liu family,” Zhang Yang declared. “Once you attain sainthood, leave the Liu family and return to the Vast Forest.”
This was a promise.
It meant that Lou Pingfan had only a short time left in the Liu family before reaching those final two minor realms.
He had once been driven by an intense obsession—nearly to the point of madness—fueled by his thirst for revenge. But now, with a calm mind, he reflected on his journey. His martial arts needed refinement, but given his extraordinary talent and relentless dedication, reaching the pinnacle of the Great Boundless rank was inevitable.
His obsession had stemmed from his desire for vengeance, pushing him to improve his martial arts foundations at an insane pace. He had endured inhuman torture time and again, forging a brand-new version of himself—one far from ordinary.
“Young Master, do you really intend to slay a saint?” Lou Pingfan finally asked, his voice steady. He wasn’t afraid—he just worried that Zhang Yang might not fully grasp the gravity of dealing with a saint.
Zhang Yang smiled. “People say I tricked Liu Feijue, shaking the Southern Region’s landscape and making my name known across the South. I think that’s an exaggeration. Liu Feijue is just a small fry. Shaking the Southern Region’s foundation? That’s still far off.”
He continued, “Later, in a single day, I defeated an entire generation from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, killed three Great Boundless figures from the Liu family, took down the Dragon of the Southern Region, Kou Nanlong, and plundered the Liu family’s stronghold. Some people claimed I had truly made my name known in the Southern Region this time, but I still felt it wasn’t enough. At best, they only knew I could stir up trouble.”
“Then I swept away twenty Great Boundless figures in the Trapped Dragon Pavilion, and people said I had shocked the Southern Region. Yet, I still felt it wasn’t enough; the landscape of the Southern Region remained unshaken.”
“So I wondered—if I slay a saint, will it inspire the Southern Region to break the status quo and establish new rules? Maybe it won’t, but I have to try. At the very least, I want the Southern Region to never be calm again; I want it to boil because of me from now on!”
“Even if doing this puts me in greater danger, I fear nothing.”
Lou Pingfan felt a headache coming on. How could Zhang Yang claim to fear nothing? If he truly managed to slay a saint, it would send shockwaves through the entire Southern Region, setting off a massive storm.
But before Lou Pingfan could respond, Zhang Yang said, “Anyway, I’m going to the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins. That’s where the younger generation competes, and they can’t do anything to me there.”
Lou Pingfan: “……”
He suddenly realized that this so-called "Battle God Zhang" had a bit of a con artist’s nature. Perhaps tricking Liu Feijue had simply awakened something that was already there.
“What about the Vast Forest?” he asked.
Zhang Yang shrugged, completely unconcerned.
For so long, the Divine Forbidden Gate had done nothing except work with the Small Tree King to weave countless forbidden laws into naturally existing seals.
Even if an army of a hundred thousand—no, even a million—were to invade, the forbidden laws alone would ensure they had no way back.
And as for saints?
That was even more laughable. If saints could truly unite, the Vast Forest would have ceased to exist long ago.
The Vast Forest had been striving to remain an impenetrable stronghold. The only thing it lacked now was a saint. Once Chi Zhenyi returned in full force, the landscape of the Southern Region would truly be shattered.
Right now, Zhang Yang’s only task was—
To cause trouble! To cause trouble! To cause trouble!
After all, if a saint was allowed to run free and remain unslain, could it even be considered true chaos?
The plan to slay Saint Liu Yinhua was simple.
For a saint, if a plan became even slightly complicated, it risked exposure. The simpler, the better.
Zhang Yang explained everything to Lou Pingfan in detail, then led him toward the thatched cottage outside the small bamboo grove.
By their calculations, Liao Qingshan wouldn’t emerge until the next day.
But when they arrived, they were surprised to find Liao Qingshan already there, chatting with Jia Tianhao.
Having passed the “Silencing Calamity,” Jia Tianhao spoke excitedly, gesticulating wildly, thrilled beyond measure.
Liao Qingshan listened leisurely, appearing genuinely interested, and smiled when he saw them arrive.
After everyone was introduced, Zhang Yang was the first to offer his congratulations.
Liao Qingshan felt a deep sense of emotion.
From this moment on, his path would once again be clear; his ambitions would reignite.
However, when Zhang Yang mentioned his intention to slay a saint, Liao Qingshan was taken aback.
Slaying a saint who had ascended only three years prior didn’t concern Liao Qingshan much. He carried a saint’s arrogance, confidence, and pride— and he was indeed very powerful.
What shocked him was Zhang Yang.
Saints sat high above the clouds, viewing ordinary people as mere ants.
Who wouldn’t tremble at the thought? Who would even dare to dream of slaying a saint, let alone someone who had yet to attain sainthood?
Yet Zhang Yang spoke of it so casually, as if it were an insignificant matter. He displayed complete indifference, leaving Liao Qingshan utterly astonished.
At that moment, he realized—Zhang Yang was truly fearless.
"Do you know that slaying a newly ascended saint is easy, but have you considered the storm it will bring?"
His thoughts mirrored Lou Pingfan’s—both were more concerned about the aftermath than the act itself.
Zhang Yang replied, “By then, everyone will have returned to the Vast Forest. As for me, I’ll head to the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, where I’ll welcome the challenges from the Liu family—no, from the entire younger generation of the Southern Region!”
"Defeating a single generation from a saint’s domain is uninteresting."
"I want to defeat the entire younger generation of the Southern Region!"
