Chapter 143
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Chapter 143: The Arrival of the Saint
The Golden Dragon Shield had changed hands several times before finally landing in Zhang Yang’s possession.
This shield had the potential to be upgraded to a holy weapon and was among the finest of the Boundless artifacts.
“Don’t tell me you don’t have it,” Yi Ren Zui said. “You attended the auction, and even if the Trapped Dragon Pavilion was destroyed, I still believe you ended up with the Golden Dragon Shield.”
Zhang Yang chuckled. “Am I really that impressive? You make it sound like I can handle anything effortlessly.”
Yi Ren Zui rolled her eyes. “You’re just too much of a con artist, Zhang the Con Artist.”
Zhang Yang smirked. “I gave it away.”
Yi Ren Zui was taken aback. “I wasn’t being serious. Calling you Zhang the Con Artist isn’t that bad, is it?”
“I gave it to Sister Yuluan,” Zhang Yang explained. “And I gave the Blue-Gold Divine Blade from Liu Feikong to Jia Tianhe. That blade is just as good as the Golden Dragon Shield.”
Yuluan had a bloodline related to dragons, so the Golden Dragon Shield was naturally well-suited for her.
Currently, the Great Boundless individuals gathered around Zhang Yang were still few.
Lou Pingfan didn’t need it. He still needed to determine just how many weapons were necessary.
The Great Boundless War Statues, just like his beast companions, were already equipped with the best Broken Holy Blades.
The Blue-Gold Divine Blade was undoubtedly a worthy gift for Jia Tianhe.
Jia Tianhe had contributed greatly by taking down the Mo family and killing Kou Nanlong, so he deserved a reward. Giving him the Blue-Gold Divine Blade would also enhance his strength—so why not?
When Jia Tianhe first received the blade, which had the potential to become a holy weapon, he was so overwhelmed with gratitude that he knelt before Zhang Yang once again, pledging his loyalty. It felt a bit strange to Zhang Yang. He wasn’t used to such displays.
Yi Ren Zui sighed. “What about the Golden Fruit?”
“I used it,” Zhang Yang replied.
The Golden Fruit could shape golden bones, making it highly suitable for members of the Golden Armored Giant Clan. He had given it to Jia Tianyang, the young one in the Small Boundless realm.
Though Jia Tianyang seemed unremarkable now, he actually had immense potential, with the capability to reach Great Boundless. With the Golden Fruit strengthening his golden bones and his natural talents as a member of the Golden Armored Giant Clan, he was likely to achieve Great Boundless within five or six years.
Zhang Yang’s reasoning had been simple—he just wanted to maximize the utility of everything he had. He hadn’t thought about anything beyond that. However, Xue Feishuang and Yuluan insisted that he was trying to win over the Golden Armored Giant Clan, which left him feeling helpless. He genuinely hadn’t intended it that way.
“You really are a con artist,” Yi Ren Zui remarked. “By helping Jia Tianhe advance to Great Boundless, giving him the Blue-Gold Divine Blade, which will inevitably become a holy weapon, and bestowing the Golden Fruit upon Jia Tianyang, you’re clearly signaling that following you brings great benefits. You’re trying to win them over to join the Vast Forest.”
Zhang Yang was speechless. Why did every situation seem to turn into this kind of argument?
He truly was a very simple person, and he swore he had never thought of it that way. It was merely coincidence—pure coincidence!
Yi Ren Zui continued, “If you’re trying to win over the Golden Armored Giant Clan, I can accept that. But what about the dragon tendons and beast fangs?”
Zhang Yang was taken aback. “How did you know I have those?”
“Kou Nanlong was known as the Dragon of the Southern Region because he was obsessed with dragons. He swore to revive the glory of dragons in the Great Xia Empire and had plundered countless dragon-related treasures. You must have acquired them from his storage bag,” Yi Ren Zui said.
Zhang Yang sighed. “You info collectors act like privacy doesn’t exist. Fine, I admit it—I have them.”
He casually pulled out the dragon tendons and beast fangs.
Yi Ren Zui laughed. “And there’s more! I remember Kou Nanlong also had dragon bones, which means he possessed the remains of a beast close to the pure-blooded dragon lineage. Also, there was a divine stone with a silver stone cauldron engraving related to Son Jiang Chao, and—”
Zhang Yang rubbed his forehead. How did she know all this?
Yi Ren Zui wanted to trade for many things, and she had an extensive list of offers. After listening for so long that his head started to ache, Zhang Yang left the negotiations to Yuluan.
He firmly believed that the Female Bandit would never suffer a loss because she… was utterly unreasonable.
After that, Zhang Yang temporarily halted his cultivation. Not because he wanted to—but because he couldn’t focus.
The idea of slaying a saint had seemed simple when he had first spoken of it, but in reality, it was anything but easy.
The more he learned about saints, the more he understood their depth and mystery.
Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t muster a sense of awe or reverence toward them. When he recalled the humiliation and rage he had felt after being targeted by the Demon Warlord in the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, the lingering sense of disgrace refused to fade. He suspected that his bloodline itself made him look down on saints, leaving him utterly speechless.
Even without reverence, he knew the task ahead was monumental. It was impossible to focus.
Thus, he wandered through Mo City, savoring its scenery, accompanied by Xue Feishuang, who had transformed into a shadow beside him.
Above them, two birds soared high.
One was the Purple-Eyed Thunder Bird, his beast companion.
This charming little Thunder Bird had recently won over a Purple-Golden Thunder Bird from the Small Boundless realm—Xue Feishuang’s new beast companion.
Now, Zhang Yang presented the Phoenix Bones to Xue Feishuang. Lou Pingfan had brought them from the Liu family.
These bones contained the essence of a phoenix, and Xue Feishuang decided to refine them herself. She also planned to take the two birds with her, hoping to guide them through a deeper transformation.
The phoenix, king of all birds, was the ultimate aspiration. Even sparrows dreamed of becoming phoenixes—or at least standing alongside those ancient avian monarchs.
This process would take time and dedication. Xue Feishuang intended to enter seclusion in the Vast Forest after Slaying a Saint.
This meant that after leaving Mo City, Zhang Yang would truly embark on his journey alone.
According to Xue Feishuang, it was time for him to face his challenges independently. He needed his own trials. The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins would be the perfect starting point.
Thus, she accompanied him as they watched the sunrise, admired the sunset, bathed in the moonlight, and cherished their fleeting moments of joy.
But happy days always passed too quickly.
The saint of the Liu family, Saint Liu Yinhua, had arrived.
The saint stood high above the clouds, gazing down upon all living beings.
Since its founding, Mo City had never witnessed the arrival of a saint. Now, as Saint Liu Yinhua descended, the entire city trembled in awe.
The saint made no effort to conceal his overwhelming presence as a Vast Battle Immortal.
From afar, his radiance dimmed even the Daybreak Sun in the sky.
A thousand rays of auspicious light surrounded him. He hovered five meters above the ground, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet, sacred sounds echoing in the air.
He seemed to carry boundless purple energy, illuminating every corner of Mo City—even a hundred miles away.
Such a spectacle compelled countless people within and beyond Mo City to kneel in reverence.
To them, the saint was akin to the heavens themselves.
At the moment his divine light bathed the land, Lou Pingfan appeared in the distance—more than a hundred and thirty miles away.
His face was etched with panic, sweat dripping from his forehead as he rushed forward in desperation.
Liu Yinhua stood calmly in mid-air, his hands clasped behind his back. Enveloped in dazzling light, he appeared almost surreal.
He recognized Lou Pingfan.
As one of the few outsiders within the Liu family who wielded significant power, Lou Pingfan was well known to him.
Three years ago, before Liu Yinhua had Proven the Path to Immortality, he had worked alongside Lou Pingfan for a time.
“Pingfan, why such haste?” Liu Yinhua asked with calm composure, as steady as a mountain.
Lou Pingfan knelt on one knee and respectfully said, “I greet the saint.”
Liu Yinhua gave a slight nod.
Still kneeling, Lou Pingfan looked up and said, “Saint, I was hiding in Mo City, waiting for the chance to kill Zhang Yang and claim merit. Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon something startling.”
Liu Yinhua smiled. “It seems you are determined to secure your place as the number one outsider in the Liu family. That is a commendable ambition. I have always held high hopes for you. Serve the Liu family well, and they will not fail you.”
“Thank you, Saint. In the future, I will rely on your guidance,” Lou Pingfan replied.
Liu Yinhua nodded. “I will remember that. Now, tell me of this startling discovery.”
Lou Pingfan took a deep breath. “Based on various signs, I suspect that there may be… a saint accompanying Zhang Yang!”
His last words trembled with fear and tension.
“What? A saint?” Liu Yinhua was taken aback. He had only recently Proven the Path to Immortality and was among the weakest of saints. Naturally, he was wary of others.
In that moment of shock, with his mind momentarily in disarray—Lou Pingfan struck.
Saint’s Paper.
And he unleashed two at once.
