Ye Chen ignored Luo Bingling's question. He waved to his master, then smiled at the Sword Sect ancestor. "Thanks for caring for my master!"
Summoning a Kun Peng true spirit, he soared away.
Gu Yunyun smiled. Watching him leave, she felt this was fine. No need for the Immortal Path, she'd cultivate quietly in the Sword Sect. Ye Chen could visit when free.
The ancestor, hearing Ye Chen's words, bead like a blooming chrysanthemum. He'd chosen right. Focus on nurturing Gu Yunyun, and with the fourth Holy Son's generosity, rewards would follow. He might extend his lifespan, break through minor realms.
If Ye Chen beca an immortal, his bond with Gu Yunyun could secure an Immortal Realm slot. He had to pamper her. With utmost patience, he smiled at Gu Yunyun. "Ready? Let's head to the sea eye for your breakthrough, no delays! Ask any sword Dao questions during the process…"
Gu Yunyun glanced at him, surprised. A Saint lecturing personally? A rare chance. Sword Dao? After Ye Chen's full teachings, she felt no need for guidance. She almost wanted to ask if he had questions.
…
Leaving the Sword Sect, Ye Chen finally eyed Luo Bingling. Her features were bold, strikingly beautiful. Her figure matched—nearly as voluptuous as his master, rivaling Senior Sister Yao Xi's fullness. Her waist stole the show—refined, powerful, with defined abs when she moved, with a gem on her navel sparkled. Unique beauty.
Despite her suspicious motives, her 4,000-fold multiplier prompted a calm reply. "The Heavenly Emperor's chariot was struck by a myriad race immortal, losing spirituality, dropping from Supre to ordinary Dao Weapon."
Luo Bingling nodded, scanning it approvingly. With a Vicious Ten spirit, if restored, it'd be a supre Extre Dao Weapon. She'd dominate with it. A pity it was damaged.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, you should repair it. With the Heavenly Emperor's treasury—divine materials, immortal treasures, even artifacts—fixing it should be easy!"
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She hoped he'd restore it, then gift it to her. She already found him sitting beside her annoying. This chariot was ant for her alone.
Ye Chen glanced at Luo Bingling when she ntioned the Heavenly Emperor's treasury. Did she really think he was the Heavenly Emperor's heir, with access to so treasury? And ntioning immortal artifacts? Did she, or the War God Clan, believe the Heavenly Emperor hid the Dao Cauldron? Was she probing him?
He pondered but answered casually, "No repairs. Too many supre Extre Dao Weapons. If I fix the chariot, others would just sit in the treasury!"
Luo Bingling shot him a sidelong glance. Was that human speech? Even she, a War God Clan princess, wouldn't dare say that. Always showing off?
She sneered inwardly. Her clan was ruthless, action-oriented, no nonsense. After a pause, she asked, "How long will you stay at Heavenly Evolution Holy Land? The secret realm's about to open!"
Ye Chen's lips curved. Still fishing with the secret realm? Opening just for him?
Hiding his thoughts, he replied flatly, "I'll prepare to break through to late First Heaven. Otherwise, I might not handle enemies on the Immortal Path. Probably one or two months."
Luo Bingling frowned. Another one or two months? Human-filled air nauseated her. And Ye Chen, so strong, worried about losing? No invincible will? The War God Clan would never think that. But breaking through to late First Heaven Mahayana in a month or two? He'd just reached Mahayana, hit mid-tier in the Sword Sect, and now neared late-tier. That speed was absurd. Did he really have the Dao Cauldron?
Feigning shock, she asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye, how's your breakthrough so fast? Talent? Or a special thod?"
Ye Chen smiled faintly. "No talent or special tricks. Just effort."
Her fist clenched on the chariot's rail. Two and a half months with a woman, and he called it effort? Effort, my foot! Die, all of you!
She went silent, realizing Ye Chen, despite his womanizing, wouldn't spill secrets to just any woman. She'd need to get closer, build trust. Her plan was set: on the Immortal Path, she'd draw Ye Chen's old enemies. They'd fight side by side. She'd take a hit for him at a critical mont.
Nothing built bonds like shared battles. By then, she'd have him hooked, fishing for answers. But he was stronger than expected—not human boasts, but real. She'd need more enemies for him.
…
Luo Bingling stayed quiet. Ye Chen, in sage mode, ignored her waist, focused on reaching the Holy Land. A week later, they entered Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's range. The faint outline of its gate was visible, tens of thousands of miles away.
The chariot stopped. Luo Bingling looked at Ye Chen, puzzled. He smiled lightly. "eting Fellow Daoist Luo is fate, and your secret realm invite delights . Its value is imnse; I can't ignore it! So, I gift you this. Please accept…"
He wanted to test this 4,000-fold woman's worth.
Luo Bingling raised a brow, chin lifting, sneering inwardly.
See? As expected. His earlier coldness was all an act!
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