Ye Chen's combat prowess was already terrifying. When the Multiplier Secret finally triggered after thousands of attacks, its explosive power stunned even him. One punch not only shattered the void but seed to hurl the world back into primal chaos. Even the two Mahayana-stage cultivators in the distance paused, shocked, their faces paling. This punch surpassed the limits of the Unity stage.
Under its might, the inexhaustible Star River Dao Weapon exploded. Chen Lingxiao's body disintegrated instantly. As the dust settled, only a fragnt of the Star River remained before Ye Chen.
Satisfied with the Multiplier Secret's power but wary of its low trigger rate, Ye Chen grew concerned. Had he ruined the Star River Dao Weapon? He summoned it for inspection and relaxed—it was top-tier. Though shattered, its core was intact, slowly repairing itself, likely to fully recover within a year. Impressive.
Ye Chen considered gifting it to Fan Qinghe to trigger an Extre Dao Weapon. Such weapons were for Mahayana cultivators, and with his impending Unity breakthrough and Extre Dao Dantian, Mahayana wasn't far off. A top-tier weapon would soon be useful.
Glancing at the void, Ye Chen's brow twitched. Activating his Heavy Pupils, shrouded in chaotic mist, he spotted a faint, trembling star-like remnant soul hiding in a crack. He was surprised—his tenfold punch left a soul fragnt? The Star River King Body was sothing.
But Ye Chen had no rcy. With a wave, he captured the soul, preparing to refine it into his Human Emperor Banner.
The crowd, still reeling from Ye Chen's might, wasn't surprised. They'd warned that fighting the Fourth Holy Son was fine, even mocking him might be forgiven with a bow. But targeting his woman? That was suicide. Now, Ye Chen wasn't just killing Chen but refining his soul. Why court death?
Onlookers resolved to warn their clans: provoke the Holy Son, fine, apologize imdiately. But never touch his won—that ant certain death.
The Seventh Ancestor lost all will to fight Mo Yixi or watch Chen's soul be refined. Chen was his line's only heir, raised with deep affection. Even if Chen's immortal path was ruined, his talent shattered, and his divine son status lost, the ancestor wanted to save him.
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"Fellow Daoist Ye, please show rcy!" he pleaded. "The Star River Clan will offer compensation for his soul!"
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, uninterested. With his system, he lacked for nothing. Better to use Chen to craft a reputation as a woman-protecting fanatic. With many won in his life, this persona was crucial. What if an enemy targeted them to threaten him? Establishing this image was essential.
Ye Chen ignored Chen Lingxiao's terror, sending his soul toward the purple-misted Human Emperor Banner. The Seventh Ancestor's face darkened, knowing he couldn't snatch the soul from Mo Yixi in his sublimation state. He hurriedly said, "I have a top-tier Unity thod from the Star River King tomb. You're nearing Unity, and though you have the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance, studying another law could benefit your cultivation. Lingxiao's ruined—his Star River King Body is broken, no longer a threat. You defeated him fairly, and our clan won't seek revenge."
Ye Chen's expression didn't change, but his heart stirred. A top-tier Unity thod? Perfect timing. His frustration stemd from failing to gift the thod. A top-tier one would be easier to gift, with better rewards than the Holy Master's book. Chen Lingxiao was a true treasure-deliverer!
But Ye Chen, no longer a naive cultivator, kept his face impassive and shook his head. "Because of him, Elder Mo, who treats like family, had to ascend a second ti, damaging his origin and lifespan. This pains deeply. How can I let him go?"
The ancestor's face stiffened. Mo's ascension ca at a great cost—reconciliation seed impossible. He considered leaving with harsh words, knowing revenge was futile against the Heavenly Emperor Hall.
Then Ye Chen spoke again: "So, you'll need to pay more."
The ancestor's eyes widened. All that talk, just to raise the price? He didn't care about Mo! Glancing at Mo Yixi, the ancestor saw a resigned, slightly lancholic look, but no real resentnt. Ye Chen had tad the notoriously unyielding Mo Yixi, even using his life for profit.
The ancestor didn't argue further, transmitting, "Lingxiao's done. The clan will soon pick a new divine son, not wasting resources on him. What I offer is my own: a top-tier Unity thod and divine tal for an Extre Dao Weapon. That's all I have."
Ye Chen didn't push further. The divine tal alone could multiply thousands of tis. He agreed magnanimously. Soon, the top-tier Unity thod and divine tal were in his hands, and he tossed Chen's soul back.
The ancestor collected the soul, gave Ye Chen a deep look, and left. Past Heavenly Emperor heirs paled compared to Ye Chen, who echoed the Emperor himself. He'd warn his clan to avoid Ye Chen, lest they repeat the tragedy of losing three divine sons.
His anger doused by Chen's offerings, Ye Chen walked contentedly toward Fan Qinghe.
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