The cultivation world was chaotic. Anyone could die. The little demoness, clever as she was, with his heart, eyes, and golden core, should be fine. But if she died, Ye Chen would grieve. He'd avenge her without hesitation.
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Ye Chen was satisfied with his current state. If anything, his cultivation technique and physique were unresolved. He had no shortage of Unity realm immortal scriptures. But if he was to cultivate, it had to be the best—the Immortal Guiding Scripture.
Then there was his physique. The Indestructible Scripture enhanced his body. His Heavy Pupil and Primordial Supre Heart were bloodline divine abilities, on par with a physique, coexisting without conflict. His current physique, the Myriad Star Body, ca from gifting the little demoness spiritual fire, which fed back and was refined. It wasn't bad—second or third-tier. But among top prodigies, it was lackluster.
So, Ye Chen wanted to trigger a better physique through feedback. The problem was that gifting a physique wasn't easy. He couldn't just find soone who practiced the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and ask them to drain his origin, right?
The Heavenly Intention Holy Son was male. If there was a lofty female reaper behind him, that'd be ideal. Ye Chen would let her drain him fiercely. Her multiplier would soar, and so would his. A perfect, loving family. So, you'd better be female.
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After so wild thoughts, Ye Chen continued studying the Nine Secrets. After a day of "bonding" with Senior An and parting, he'd been seeking suitable people to gift techniques to weekly. Results were diocre. No Immortal Guiding Scripture yet.
But Ye Chen wasn't anxious. With the system, he'd get it eventually. With the Immortal Guiding Scripture's power, even a year's wait could be easily reclaid.
Soon, the Holy Master sent word to head to Yunding Heavenly Palace. When Ye Chen arrived, nine Mahayana-stage powerhouses were present. The gathering was secretive—no bells were rung at the palace.
Seeing Ye Chen, Feng Baiyu clapped. "Good, everyone's here. Next, we hide in the void I've chosen. I've set up a grand formation there—no one will detect us. It's not far from the battle site. When it's ti to strike, we can reach it in a hundred breaths. Pity I suspect the area's already being watched, so I didn't set a killing formation. Otherwise, we'd have a bigger edge—maybe wipe them out in one go! Also, stay cautious. If it's a trap, we retreat. I've hidden a teleportation array in the concealnt formation. If anything goes wrong, we escape…"
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Listening to the Holy Master's pre-battle speech, Ye Chen marveled at his cunning expertise. Even the escape route was prepped. Impressive!
After the briefing, Feng Baiyu summoned a top-tier skyship in the palace. Everyone boarded, and the ship slipped silently into the void, passing through the formation undetected, leaving Heavenly Evolution Holy Land.
On the ship, Ye Chen glanced around and noticed his Senior Brother was absent. Co to think of it, he hadn't seen him in a while. Since he'd grown stronger and stopped worrying about the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, he'd paid less attention to his Senior Brother. Ye Chen felt a pang of guilt. How could he be soone who used others and then ignored them?
"Where's Senior Brother?" he asked, sidling up to Holy Master Feng Baiyu.
Feng Baiyu replied casually, "That kid's clone got destroyed a second ti, right? Probably embarrassed, said he'd focus on refining his clone technique. He's got a clone in Central Continent now. No matter. I'm betting on you. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land only needs you. I nominate you as the next Holy Master. I'll pass you the Holy Master's Dragon Head Staff early. When you're Holy Master, we'll rule together—dual Holy Masters."
Ye Chen smirked. If the Holy Master went fishing with him later, he'd wear a helt.
A week later, they reached the designated spot. Silently exiting the skyship, they sat cross-legged in the concealnt array. A Grand Elder skilled in detection kept watch but soon shook his head. Nothing found. Everyone was hiding well.
Ye Chen sighed at the cultivation world's treachery—except for him and Senior Brother, no one was good. He scanned the Supre Elders. A week had passed; the system could trigger feedback again. Not using it felt like a loss. Most elders were old n and won, but so, like Feng Baiyu's generation of prodigies, looked young and had reached Mahayana. Many had partners, so with descendants forming clans, even great-great-grandchildren.
The only one with a multiplier was a charming female elder. 2,000 multiplier—impressive. Ye Chen whispered to the Holy Master, learning she was the previous generation's First Holy Maiden. Feng Baiyu's eyes widened, realizing sothing. But Ye Chen, without hesitation, approached her.
Feng Baiyu's gaze filled with question marks. In his long life, he'd seen many womanizers, but Ye Chen's relentless pursuit—targeting a Grand Elder five or six hundred years older, maybe seven or eight—was outrageous.
In Feng Baiyu's view, the elder's mature, lovely face showed surprise as Ye Chen approached. Ye Chen said sothing, making her laugh vibrantly. Then he gifted her sothing. Her eyes lit up, her deanor warming instantly. They began chatting.
Feng Baiyu questioned reality. This kid was sothing else.
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Another week passed. Feng Baiyu, sitting cross-legged, occasionally squinted to peek. Ye Chen and the elder seed closer. Ye Chen gifted sothing again, making her beam like a smitten teenage girl. What treasure could move a Mahayana cultivator? And Ye Chen gave two? How much had the Heavenly Emperor looted for Ye Chen to be this lavish?
Elder Mo, also present, watched the flirtatious pair, worrying about his job. He knew his Holy Son too well, willing to do anything for won. Was his protector role at risk?
Just then, the observing elder transmitted, "The Three Yin True Water has erged. A woman appeared… more people showed up… they're fighting!"
The words instantly seized everyone's attention.
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