Chapter 355: Chapter 362: Am I Still the Protagonist? (Second Update)

Translator: 549690339

“Not that it’s impossible to learn?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen’s eyes lit up, he stared into the eyes of the Shanggeng Secret Clan member and asked, “How can I learn?”

The leader of the Shanggeng Secret Clan, in a daze, subconsciously replied, “There is a lineage left by the Shanggeng Secret Clan in the mires of the Sinful Sea, which includes a drop of our bloodline. Once you acquire this bloodline, you should be able to inherit the legacy of our clan and naturally possess our aptitude.”

Yang Zhen frowned, and said, “Wouldn’t that turn Sao Saint into a pointy-eared goblin?”

“We are the great Shanggeng Secret Clan!” The leader of the Shanggeng Secret Clan was enraged and emphasized staringly, “The Shanggeng Secret Clan is superior to common humans. Even if you wish to become a member of our clan, it’s impossible, let alone growing pointy ears.”

Yang Zhen heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Well, that’s a relief. If I really turned into a goblin, wouldn’t I die of ugliness!”

“Ugliness… Die of ugliness?” The leader was taken aback, then suddenly grew incredibly angry. He lunged at Yang Zhen in an attempt to choke him, “You’re gonna pay for this!”

Yang Zhen swung his Great Missing Sword, and with a bang, slammed the leader onto the ground. He said, “I advise you to behave yourself. Don’t you realize your current predicament? You’ve been captured, understand?”

The leader shivered, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, then suppressed it, clearly daydreaming again.

“Where is the Shanggeng Secret Clan’s legacy?”

After his vision gradually cleared, the leader collapsed on the ground and said, “I don’t know the whereabouts of the Shanggeng Secret Clan’s legacy. Otherwise, do you think you could still act so arrogantly?”

Yang Zhen sneered, watched the leader carefully for a moment, confirmed that he was not lying, stood up, his Great Missing Sword pointed at the leader’s head, and said, “Tell me everything you know.”

The leader’s eyes flashed with a moment of struggle, then he sighed, and told Yang Zhen everything he knew.

It turned out that these people were just a tiny branch of the Shanggeng Secret Clan. For years, they had been trying to enter the Forbidden Land of Life to find the heritage of the Shanggeng Secret Clan in the Sinful Sea marshes but they had not found it so far.

Now that the major forces were jointly opening the Forbidden Land of Life, these people had an opportunity to come to the Sinful Sea and even before they began looking, they were discovered by Yang Zhen and the others.

Hua Youyue stepped forward, looking at the Shanggeng Secret Clan’s leader and said, “These people are probably just a race within the Shanggeng Secret Clan, called the Sinful Clan. Although they belong to the Shanggeng Secret Clan, they are an extremely weak race within the clan. Their lineage might be even more powerful than the current one, but we should be careful in handling it to avoid any residual problems.”

Everyone looked at Hua Youyue in surprise. Yang Zhen curiously asked, “Young lady, how do you know this?”

Hua Youyue’s face showed a trace of confusion as she shook her head and said, “I don’t know!”

“You don’t know?” Yang Zhen was taken aback and looked at Hua Youyue in surprise, “What do you mean you don’t know? Did these things just pop into your head out of nowhere?”

“Yes!” Hua Youyue nodded, her eyes becoming more and more puzzled.

Yang Zhen was stunned, he frowned, indicating that there was more oddity about this little girl as they delved deeper into the Forbidden Land of Life.

Now the memory of the Shanggeng Secret Clan had suddenly appeared, making Yang Zhen feel absurd.

The Shanggeng Secret Clan was one of the many clans from the Shanggeng era. After the catastrophe, people didn’t even know how many such races existed there, let alone specify what kind of race this pointy-eared goblin was. In truth, it was a Sinful Clan.

The Sinful Clan leader looked at Hua Youyue uncertainly, his face flashed with horror. It was fleeting, and no one noticed as he couldn’t help stealing glances at Hua Youyue, and the horror in his eyes deepened.

Yang Zhen was solely focused on Hua Youyue now, even the legacy of the Sinful Sea marshes was presently of no concern.

Patting Hua Youyue on her shoulder, Yang Zhen flashed a smile and comforted, “Don’t worry, young lady. We’ll go to Bone Mountain to unravel the mysteries in your mind. Even if the heavens want to hide it from you, Sao Saint will punch holes in them!”

A loud crash resonated—!

Thunder roared in the clear sky and resonated across the clouds, causing the entire red fog cloud sea to churn.

Yang Zhen jumped in fear, and offered the heavens his middle finger, “Damnation! I, Sao Saint, was just setting an example and declaring a stance. Look at you making a fuss about it. If you can, just strike me down now!”

The Sinful Clan people stared blankly at Yang Zhen. Their eyes reflected astonishment, perceiving Yang Zhen not just as a devil but also a madman.

Hua Youyue put her finger on Yang Zhen’s lips, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes, and she said, “Don’t speak nonsense. The dignity of divine laws is not to be questioned.”

Yang Zhen took a deep breath. The refreshing orchid scent on the young lady’s hand was not the result of cosmetics, luring and bewildering him. He felt a familiar sensation but couldn’t name it.

Hua Youyue also had a refreshing orchid-like scent, prominent when you were close to her.

“It smells good!” Yang Zhen blinked his eyes and asked, “Why do you smell so nice? Is it because your surname is Hua (Flower)?”

Hua Youyue lowered her eyes shyly, and a twinge of embarrassment flashed in her lively eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered uneasily for a moment before she looked up and shared a smile with Yang Zhen. She said, “I don’t know. Ever since I can remember, this scent has followed me.”

Mo Xueling approached and sniffed Hua Youyue, then exclaimed in surprise, “Indeed, there is a unique fragrance, is it…Epiphyllum scent?”

“Epiphyllum Flower?” Yang Zhen paused, then came to his senses, “Of course, it’s the scent of Epiphyllum. No wonder I felt familiar. I used to grow one.”

Mo Xueling snorted, “Stop bragging. Epiphyllum is a sacred object that only blossoms once in its entire life, and it only blooms for its confidant. It is full of spiritual essence and is almost extinct. How could you have grown one?”

Yang Zhen chuckled continuously. His laughter turned weird as he fixed his gaze on Hua Youyue. He said, “Epiphyllum is sacred? And it only blooms… once in its lifetime?”

Hua Youyue smiled. As tranquil and splendid as the Epiphyllum, she nodded her head and said, “Exactly, I have never seen the legendary Epiphyllum either.”

Shock waves rolled in Yang Zhen’s mind—he was stunned for a moment.

This… after all, was a cultivation world!

For some reason, hearing that Epiphyllum blossoms only once in its life, Yang Zhen felt a certain heaviness. His mood soured. He turned his head and landed a kick on the Sinful Clan’s leader. He spoke menacingly, “Why the hell are you still here, waiting for me, Sao Saint, to kill you?”

The Sinful Clan’s leader trembled all over and hastily ran away with his people.

Hua Youyue walked quietly to Yang Zhen and took his hand, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, staring at the boundless Sinful Sea swamp. He shook his head and said, “Nothing. I just found out there are so many secrets in the universe, and it makes me uncomfortable. Damn, am I still the protagonist?”

Mo Xueling giggled and mocked, “When I was little, I always thought I was the only protagonist in the world. It seemed like the entire world revolved around me. Gradually, I realized how naive that thought was. I didn’t think you would still be living in such an illusion?”

Yang Zhen lowered his head and chuckled. He winked at Mo Xueling and said, “You determine your fate. Your appearance matches your heart. Look at my handsome face. Don’t I look like the only protagonist in the universe?”

Mo Xueling was taken aback, then laughed uncontrollably. Hua Youyue also smiled, gazing quietly at Yang Zhen’s profile.

A cunning cat by the side tragically sniffed the bloody water from the Sinful Sea swamp and threw up, only to be kicked away by Yang Zhen.

“Damn boy, why are you kicking me?”

The cat was furious, cursed while floating in mid-air, then suddenly howled in horror, “Help! There’s a ghost!”

Boom—!

A dark shadow sprung out from the Sinful Sea swamp and rushed towards the cat hovering in mid-air..