The scene just now was far too overwhelming, causing Ye Chuan to retract his aura completely.
He had initially thought the octopus monster he encountered upon entering the Demon Sea was already a formidable existence, but he never expected to be utterly shaken by the sight of a colossal whale.
In a place like the Demon Sea, the presence of such massive creatures was hardly surprising.
Perhaps it was the combined aura released by Ye Chuan and his avatar that had attracted the attention of that enormous beast, making it think they were some kind of delicious prey it could swallow whole.
"I'm still too weak—far from the level of shattering the world," Ye Chuan mused, stroking his chin. "That broken jade mentioned something about the Chaos Heavenly Emperor breaking the world and destroying the cycle of reincarnation?"
When would he ever reach such heights of power?
No matter. It was time to keep moving.
The journey afterward went smoothly. After roughly a day of flight, the corrosive miasma shrouding the Demon Sea began to recede like a tide, revealing clearer waters below. In the distance, the faint outline of a coastline could even be seen.
Ye Chuan glanced at the glowing marker on his sea chart—it had now overlapped with the one marking the Donghua Divine Continent. This meant he had finally arrived!
"Seems like I’ve finally made it?"
Ye Chuan stretched lazily, letting out a long sigh of relief.
At last, he was free of the Demon Sea.
His figure transformed into a streak of light as he sped toward the sunlit horizon.
The further he flew, the thinner the mist became, and the brighter the sunlight grew.
Half an hour later, his feet finally touched solid ground—soft sand beneath him, the crisp scent of sea breeze in the air, completely devoid of the Demon Sea’s putrid stench and miasma.
Looking back, the Demon Sea and the shore seemed divided by an invisible barrier—one side pitch-black as night, the other radiant as day, an eerily surreal sight.
"Finally. Now, all that’s left is to find Qianshuang."
Ye Chuan released his divine sense, quickly enveloping the surrounding hundred-mile radius.
However, the Tianxuan Continent was vast beyond measure, making it impossible for him to pinpoint Bai Qianshuang’s current location.
"First, I’ll find a nearby town."
Ye Chuan recalled that Bai Qianshuang had headed to a place called Zichen City. Following the route, catching up to her at his speed should be effortless.
After a brief rest, he oriented himself and flew inland.
Soon, a bustling town came into view—tall stone walls engraved with defensive runes surrounded its perimeter, while inside, pavilions and towers stood in orderly clusters. The streets teemed with carriages and pedestrians, cultivators in vibrant robes weaving through the crowds, a stark contrast to the lifeless silence of the Demon Sea.
Upon finding a human settlement, Ye Chuan immediately suppressed his aura, disguising himself as an ordinary cultivator before entering the town.
"Not bad."
Just past the city gates, he spotted a teahouse and strode straight in, taking a seat by the window.
"Waiter, a pot of tea and a plate of spiced beans."
"Right away!"
The waiter soon brought the order. Ye Chuan casually asked, "Excuse me, what is this place called?"
The waiter grinned. "You must be from out of town, sir? This is Linhai City, one of the major gateways to the Donghua Divine Continent. We get all sorts of cultivators passing through!"
Linhai City?
Named for its proximity to the Demon Sea?
But hearing "Donghua Divine Continent" put Ye Chuan at ease. He pressed further,
"And how far is Linhai City from Zichen City?"
Bai Qianshuang’s journal had mentioned Zichen City—perhaps he could gather some clues about her here.
"Zichen City? That’s deep in the heart of the Donghua Divine Continent! Even flying by sword, it’d take a month to get there."
The waiter paused, then added, "But if you’re in a hurry, you could head to the teleportation plaza in town. They have short-range teleportation arrays that can get you to Zichen City in half a day."
Teleportation arrays?
Ye Chuan inexplicably felt a twinge of PTSD at the mention of them. He waved dismissively. "No need. Just point me in the right direction."
"Uh… direction?" The waiter scratched his head. Having spent his days in the teahouse, he had no idea which way the city lay.
"Never mind." Seeing the waiter’s confusion, Ye Chuan finished his tea.
After paying, he left the teahouse and found an inn for a quick bath. Once refreshed, he set out to look for cultivators in the streets.
If they were cultivators, they ought to know their way around better.
Might as well grab a few and ask.
By the time he stepped out, it was the liveliest hour of the afternoon.
Stalls lined the streets, vendors hawking their wares—but as he turned a corner, a commotion caught his attention. A crowd of cultivators and mortals had gathered around a notice board, buzzing with discussion.
Ye Chuan squeezed in for a look. A yellowed wanted poster was pinned to the board, bearing the image of a woman with cold, piercing eyes—strangely familiar.
Huh?
This was…
His gaze dropped to the words on the poster:
"Wanted: Demon Sect Saintess Bai Qianshuang. Reward: 10,000 high-grade spirit stones and a Qingyun Sect core disciple position." The notice was jointly issued by the Qingyun Sect and several other major sects.
This must be the bounty on Qianshuang from back then.
Never thought he’d stumble upon it here.
"Demon Sect… Saintess?"
Who even were these "Demon Sect" people?
Just as Ye Chuan turned away, a crisp female voice sounded behind him. "Fellow Daoist, also interested in this bounty?"
He turned to see a young woman in a green dress, a jade pendant engraved with "Yaoguang Pavilion" hanging at her waist. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief.
Leaning closer, she whispered, "You don’t look familiar—not from any local sects, are you? This Bai Qianshuang is a big deal. Catching her would mean becoming a core disciple of the Qingyun Sect!"
"Yaoguang Pavilion?" Ye Chuan’s eyes flicked to her pendant.
"Yep, I’m from Yaoguang Pavilion!" The girl puffed up proudly.
"So…?"
"Huh?" She blinked at his indifferent reaction. "Fellow Daoist, you’ve never heard of Yaoguang Pavilion?"
"Nope."
"Seriously?!"
"Seriously. What do you do—entertainment and escort services?" Ye Chuan glanced at her figure and added flatly, "Doesn’t look like it," instantly flushing the girl’s face red.
"We are not some pleasure house! We’re a major intelligence network!"
"Intelligence…" Ye Chuan nodded.
Ah. A spy organization.
"You approached me for a reason, didn’t you?" He gave her a sidelong glance.
"I noticed the way you looked at that portrait—didn’t seem like you were staring at a stranger." She grinned, lowering her voice further.
"What’s your relationship with Bai Qianshuang?"
"Lovers. Married. Been there, done that."
The girl: "…"
"You don’t believe me?"
"What do you think?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
