【Absorbing the soul of a Spirit Transformation realm cultivator—host’s artifact attributes increased by 40%.】
"Hehehe, not bad. A fresh, powerful soul." Ye Chuan smirked as he observed the distorted expression of the Ice Sect Master trapped within his Soul Banner.
"Hehehe..."
The crowd stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at Ye Chuan. They had expected a fierce battle between two Spirit Transformation realm experts—one that might have reduced the royal capital of the Western Luo Kingdom to rubble.
But…
The Ice Profound Palace’s sect master had just… died?
If not for the sight of Bing Aotian’s soul now serving as a primary spirit within Ye Chuan’s banner, none of them would have believed such an absurd outcome.
Yet now, from the king down to the lowest minister, no one dared approach. The eerie "hehehe" laughter, coupled with Ye Chuan’s strange yellow robes, sent chills down their spines.
A demonic cultivator—this was a demonic cultivator!
"Immortal Master!" Finally, Ademi took a deep breath and stepped forward, dropping to her knees before Ye Chuan. "Thank you for intervening once again!"
She then kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead striking the floor with audible thuds.
Seeing this, the other ministers scrambled to follow suit, kowtowing frantically. Survival was paramount—if this terrifying demonic cultivator was pleased, perhaps their lives would be spared.
"Hm?" Ye Chuan had been absorbed in savoring his newfound power, but the sight of the ministers, the princess, and even the king prostrating themselves gave him pause.
"Enough. I have little interest in the lives of mortals," he waved dismissively. "Besides, that… what’s-her-name… Ademi has some connection to me."
The ministers exhaled in relief, immediately launching into a torrent of flattery.
"Peerless among men!"
"The greatest of demonic cultivators!"
Every possible compliment was hurled at Ye Chuan.
Uninterested, Ye Chuan simply plopped onto the throne, crossing his legs lazily. Propping his chin on one hand, his gaze swept over the crowd before settling on Ademi.
"Come. Give me a shoulder rub."
Cang Wu’s lips parted as if to protest, but in the end, he could only watch silently as Ademi hurried over and began massaging Ye Chuan’s shoulders.
A useless bodyguard.
"Immortal Master, does this feel alright?" Ademi’s voice was soft, carrying an innate allure—her Heavenly Profound Yin Body made even her simplest words intoxicating.
"My payment. Spirit stones and spirit crystals—hand them over," Ye Chuan demanded.
"O-of course! Though… our treasury may not have much that would interest you," Ademi admitted awkwardly.
While the Western Luo Kingdom was wealthy by mortal standards, its treasures—gold, jewels, and the like—held no value for cultivators. Many even scorned such trinkets.
"Just bring them. It’s part of our deal," Ye Chuan said.
"Right away!"
The king immediately ordered guards to fetch the treasures, presenting Ye Chuan with an inventory scroll.
The ministers, meanwhile, couldn’t help but feel they’d traded one predator—Bing Aotian—for another.
"Hmm…" Ye Chuan skimmed the list. "Pathetic. Barely any spirit stones."
The remark drew uneasy silence—most of their spirit stone reserves had already been drained by the Nascent Soul realm experts they’d employed.
"Immortal Master, if you’re willing… my body could—" Ademi’s voice grew quieter, her cheeks flushing.
Ye Chuan glanced at her. "You’d be fine with that?"
Ademi bit her lip. "If you drive away the remaining Ice Profound Palace disciples… I would serve you."
"Your Highness?!" Cang Wu blurted out in shock.
"Drive them out?" For Ye Chuan, it was a trivial task. As for Ademi’s Heavenly Profound Yin Body…
His gaze flicked between her and Cang Wu. The bodyguard’s unwavering loyalty, the way he’d risked his life for her—clearly, there was something between them.
"Annoying." Ye Chuan yawned, then turned to Cang Wu. "What? A mere guard dares object?"
Cang Wu stiffened, quickly bowing his head. "I wouldn’t dare, Immortal Master."
Ye Chuan’s hand slid to Ademi’s waist. The princess tensed but said nothing.
"Relax. I’m not interested." Ye Chuan released her with a smirk. His cultivation speed didn’t require any "Yin Body" assistance.
Besides, he’d been drained enough already.
"Just pick out some jewelry and robes for me."
His unexpectedly modest demand left everyone stunned. After a beat, they erupted in gratitude.
"Immortal Master’s mercy is boundless!"
Ye Chuan raised a hand, and shadows coalesced around him. The monstrous figures that materialized in the hall sent a ripple of fear through the crowd.
"Go."
At his command, the shadowy avatars vanished in blurs.
Now at the Spirit Transformation realm, Ye Chuan’s avatars shared his power. Though they couldn’t wield complex techniques, their sheer stats and magic resistance made slaughtering those "ants"—mere Foundation and Crystal Core realm cultivators—laughably easy.
"Della, remember to harvest for me." Ye Chuan tossed his Soul Banner to the armored knight beside him.
Della, the Endbringer Knight, responded with a metallic creak, tilting her helmeted head. The violet flames within her visor burned brighter.
"Collect souls," Ye Chuan clarified when she didn’t react.
Della nodded, gripping her warhammer in one hand and the banner in the other, then marched off to automate Ye Chuan’s "soul farming."
Against the avatars, the Ice Profound Palace’s disciples stood no chance. Like elephants trampling ants, the battle ended in breaths.
Perched high above, Della swung the banner vigorously, sucking in one soul after another.
"Time to visit the Ice Profound Palace." After packing the kingdom’s "payment" and declining the king’s banquet invitation, Ye Chuan prepared to leave.
With their sect master dead, the palace’s resources were ripe for the taking. Why let others waste them when he could claim everything?
"Immortal Master!" Ademi called out just as he was about to teleport away.
Ye Chuan paused, glancing back.
Ademi clutched her skirt nervously. "You’ve helped me so much… I don’t know how to repay you."
She hesitated, then whispered, "Am I… not attractive enough?"
Ye Chuan chuckled, pinching her cheek before giving her "schoolbag" a playful squeeze. "You’re plenty attractive."
"But I prefer strong women."
With that, he vanished, leaving Ademi blushing and lost in thought.
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