Chapter 1001: Chapter 999: Hiding Is Not a Big Deal (3 more updates)
“Brother Zhang.” Sheng Yingkun looked at Zhang Danhe and cupped his hands.
At the sa ti, Ye Zhihen suddenly turned his heated gaze toward Nalan Qingcheng in the distance, his eyes blazing to the extre—a mix of greed and yearning.
Soon after, that gaze flowed further, sweeping toward Nangong Wu, Jun Luoying, Xiao Zhen, Yun Xi, and others. The greed and desire in his eyes grew even more intense.
Ye Zhihen has always had a notorious penchant for lust—this was common knowledge.
On the day the Divine Stele was activated, he even tried to strike up a conversation with Nangong Wu, nearly offending Su Chen and triggering a catastrophic disaster. Luckily, both he and his master Zhang Danhe quickly realized the gravity of the situation and apologized in ti, narrowly avoiding calamity.
Since then, every ti Ye Zhihen recalls the incident, his heart trembles with fear, especially the scene where Su Chen instantly killed the Saint Asura—it seed to be etched into his mind forever.
However, with the arrival of the Purple Spirit Sun Rising phenonon—thirteen tis, heaven and earth transford, talents were reshuffled, powerhouses erged, and chaos surged—a tide of geniuses rolled forth.
The past no longer mattered.
Whether Su Chen was hiding away or already dead.
One thing was certain: Su Chen was history.
There was no longer any need for Ye Zhihen to fear or dread him.
Since that was the case…
Nalan Qingcheng, Nangong Wu, Xiao Zhen—those peerless beauties who seed to approach perfection—were now his for the desiring!!!?
No need to conceal his innermost thoughts anymore, was there?
“Hmph!” Xiao Zhen snorted coldly. “On the day of the Divine Stele activation, Ye Zhihen was scared out of his wits like a whipped dog, all because of casually flirting with Wu’er. He groveled afterward; apologized, acted ek—even nearly knelt! And now… haha… what, he thinks Su Chen is dead or has faded into obscurity, so he has nothing to fear anymore?”
“A despicable man, that’s all.” Nangong Wu said faintly. “He will never asure up to even a hair on Su Chen, even if he possesses greater strength than Su Chen. I still look down on him.”
“Exactly. A petty man intoxicated by success.” Xiao Zhen nodded emphatically.
Yun Xi, however, looked grim. “Indeed a despicable man, but we can’t deny how terrifying his talent for martial cultivation truly is. He’s now reached Half Step Origin Domination Realm despite lacking the Purple Divine Mark!”
Xiao Zhen, Jun Luoying, and Nangong Wu fell silent.
The next mont.
“Senior Sheng, after the Sect Battles are over, I would like you to introduce Miss Nangong, Miss Xiao, Miss Nalan, and the others to .” Ye Zhihen withdrew his gaze and turned to Sheng Yingkun with a smile. Although his words addressed Sheng Yingkun as ‘Senior,’ there was not a shred of genuine respect in his tone—only amusent.
Sheng Yingkun said nothing, but rage churned wildly in his heart.
Insufferably arrogant.
In the entire Buddha Domain, who didn’t know that Nangong Wu, Xiao Zhen, and others belonged to Su Chen? Ye Zhihen was blatantly provoking the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect—and challenging young Su… unacceptable!
“Ye Zhihen, I hope you still dare to utter such words when Brother Su eventually appears!” Nalan Qingcheng finally spoke, her beautiful eyes icy as they fixed on Ye Zhihen, brimming with rage and killing intent.
“Haha… Miss Nalan, perhaps your Brother Su will never return? Have you ever heard the ancient saying—you can never wake a man pretending to sleep.” Ye Zhihen blinked slyly, his tone growing increasingly taunting.
What’s ant by never waking a man pretending to sleep? It was a pure jab at Su Chen! Mocking him for pretending to be cultivating, in secluded retreat, yet unwilling to show himself—claiming Su Chen was just pretending to sleep, hiding away out of fear instead of truly cultivating.
“Indeed, a man pretending to sleep!” Ji Yueqing nodded, his face full of smiles. “A man pretending to sleep… Nalan Qingcheng, your precious ‘Brother Su’ is quite adept at pretending, isn’t he?”
Nalan Qingcheng’s expression turned cold, frozen as if sealed in ice. She remained completely silent.
“Brother Zhang, don’t you think this is going too far?” Sheng Yingkun narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Danhe. Despite witnessing Ye Zhihen’s brazenness, Zhang Danhe made no effort to intervene, and Sheng Yingkun had taken notice. In fact, Sheng Yingkun’s relationship with Zhang Danhe had always been relatively amicable among the Six Great First-Rank Powers.
“Brother Sheng, calm down. People must look forward in life!” Zhang Danhe fondly stroked his beard and chuckled. “Zhihen is outstanding, and he adores beauty. As his master, I wholeheartedly support him. Whether it’s Miss Nalan or Miss Nangong, if they ended up with Zhihen, it would be a fine match! After all, it would strengthen ties between the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect and the Mysterious Cloud Sect, wouldn’t it, Brother Sheng?”
Sheng Yingkun was practically grinding his teeth in frustration, fists clenched tightly with crackling sounds. Insufferable arrogance!
Seeing Sheng Yingkun’s reaction, Zhang Danhe burst into laughter, clearly pleased.
At that exact mont.
“Haha… They say the Heavenly Dao is ever-changing; reincarnation spares no one. In the past, I didn’t believe it, but now… I do.” Suddenly, the air rippled as a deep, commanding laugh resounded.
Under everyone’s gaze, the Blood Demon Palace contingent arrived.
The one laughing aloud was none other than Blood Demon Palace’s Palace Master, Moku.
It was well-known that Blood Demon Palace shared a deep-seated hatred with the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect. Back at the Divine Stele Festival, Moku’s only son, Dong Shenxu—the top-ranked individual on the Divine Heaven Leveling at the ti—was defeated by Su Chen.
Had it rely been Dong Shenxu’s defeat, it would’ve been a minor grudge. However, Blood Demon Palace’s paramount rising talent of the younger generation—and Moku’s prized disciple—the prospective next Palace Master, Demon Walking Cloud, had been slain by Su Chen, turning their enmity with the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect into an undying feud.
Among the First-Rank Powers, Blood Demon Palace’s grudge against the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect was unquestionably the deepest.
Beside Moku was Dong Shenxu, who was now at the sa realm as Ye Zhihen—Half Step Origin Domination Realm. However, unlike Ye Zhihen, Dong Shenxu possessed the Purple Divine Mark.
Dong Shenxu’s face was expressionless, cold and detached, without any hint of hatred or pride—just an aloof and unapproachable deanor.
In truth, Dong Shenxu’s hatred for Su Chen wasn’t profound. That day, Su Chen defeated him but did not kill him, an act he viewed as a form of grace.
To Dong Shenxu, Su Chen was soone he sought to surpass—an object of emulation, a drive for progress and a goal.
Upon hearing news of Su Chen’s supposed demise or withdrawal, Dong Shenxu felt both regret and resentnt—regret and anger at Su Chen’s downfall and unfulfilled potential.
Alongside Dong Shenxu were several other young talents from Blood Demon Palace, all bearing the Purple Divine Mark, including one figure that drew particular attention. This individual had already reached the First Layer of the Origin Domination Realm.
He was towering and wore a mysterious smile that seed welcoming at first glance, yet there was an unmistakable aura of untouchability upon closer inspection.
This was Xuu Chi, the Blood Demon Palace’s Xuu Chi, currently the leading figure among the younger generation. Even Dong Shenxu was no match for him. In Blood Demon Palace now, Xuu Chi held a position akin to that of Demon Walking Cloud in the past.
Beyond the striking presence of its younger generation, what made Blood Demon Palace truly fearso was their arrival with three Primordial Ancient Tis experts. Among the three, two were in the First Layer of the Origin Domination Realm, and one was at the Second Layer—a shocking display of power.
The two First Layer experts were nad Zhao Yi and Wei Zhenhe, while the Second Layer expert was called Xin Jian.
In this context, Palace Master Moku was ironically the weakest of the group, being in the Fifth Layer of the Heaven Earth Sovereign Realm—even weaker than his own son Dong Shenxu and disciple Xuu Chi. However, compared to Sheng Yingkun and Zhang Danhe, Moku still held the advantage, being one or two minor realms higher.
“Brother Mo.” Sheng Yingkun looked at Moku’s group, his heart subtly reining in his chaotic thoughts, and cupped his hands politely.
“Where is Su Chen?” Moku scoffed coldly, forgoing pleasantries and speaking bluntly. “This seat fervently hopes Su Chen will participate in today’s Sect Battles.”
Sheng Yingkun didn’t respond, his brows slightly furrowed.
“Don’t tell he’s truly dead?” Moku’s grin widened mockingly. “Or is he hiding away? You know, sotis retreating isn’t a solution. People, especially Martial Cultivators, should have proper states of mind—at the very least, they should face reality. Weak is weak. Strong is strong. Hiding? That’s not a solution. Did you think because you were once Buddha Domain’s number one, hiding now makes you eternally Buddha Domain’s number one? That’s just self-delusion.”
“Young Su’s matters don’t concern Brother Mo.” Sheng Yingkun squinted his eyes, barely suppressing his anger.
“True, after all, Buddha Domain’s top individual Su Chen is your disciple, Brother Sheng. A good disciple indeed—Brother Sheng, you are truly blessed, hahahaha…” Moku’s laughter began softly, then grew louder with unabashed arrogance.
[Tomorrow, stay tuned for more excitent. Requesting your votes—relentlessly asking for them!]
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