As soon as the figure of Elder Qing Xuan disappeared outside the door, Xuanye and Xuan Yan hurriedly crowded in front of Ye Chuan, their faces filled with anxiety.
Xuanye even forgot his place, his voice trembling, "Master! How could you offend the Taichu Holy Land like that!"
Xuan Yan also nodded, his expression so grave it seemed water could drip from it. "The Taichu Holy Land has been passed down for countless millennia, its foundations are unfathomably deep. A Great Awakening Realm cultivator can only become an Elder there, let alone the legendary great beings beyond the Great Ascension Realm!"
"That Elder Qing Xuan may have suffered a loss, but the Holy Land will never let this go. What if they send someone stronger..."
The two of them spoke one after another, their tones full of worry.
In their view, no matter how strong Ye Chuan was, he was just one man alone. How could he possibly stand against the entire Taichu Holy Land?
Although Elder Qing Xuan was defeated earlier, that was just the tip of the iceberg for the Holy Land. If they truly angered the Holy Land, not only would the shop in Profound Crystal City be lost, but Ye Chuan would likely face mortal danger.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan remained leisurely reclined on the sofa. After listening to them, he merely lifted his eyes slightly:
"The Taichu Holy Land is strong?"
Xuanye was taken aback and replied subconsciously, "Of course it's strong! In the Tianxuan Continent, 'Holy Land' is synonymous with top-tier power. Even the Upper Three Sects show them deference!"
"So what?" Ye Chuan chuckled lightly, his tone carrying an unconcealed nonchalance. "If I don't want to die, even a Great Ascension or Heavenly Tribulation Realm cultivator coming here couldn't touch a hair on my head."
The power of chaos, spatial jumps, kid!
Pull the plug! Kid!
Even Great Ascension and Heavenly Tribulation Realm cultivators can't do anything to the Master?
Such arrogant words coming from Ye Chuan's mouth, especially with his current appearance as a five or six-year-old boy, created an indescribably bizarre feeling.
This...
But recalling his earlier performance, no one felt Ye Chuan was joking. This statement might even be true!
Even those legendary great beings couldn't do anything to Ye Chuan!
Xuanye swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Master... what realm are you actually in? Earlier, Elder Qing Xuan said you possess strength beyond the Great Ascension Realm. Is that true?"
Ye Chuan didn't answer directly, only saying calmly, "Realms are just labels. For me, I can break through whenever I want. I don't need to cultivate; I can just sleep and break through."
Ye Chuan wasn't lying. After all, his cultivation increased automatically; it was just a matter of time. However, his leveling speed was indeed terrifying.
Hearing this, Xuanye and Xuan Yan were utterly speechless.
Break through anytime?
What kind of terrifying talent and strength must that require!
They finally understood they had never grasped Ye Chuan's true depth before. This child-like cultivator before them couldn't even be described as a reclusive great master; calling him an earthly immortal wouldn't be an exaggeration!
"It was our excessive worry. With Master's heaven-defying strength, you naturally have no fear of the Holy Land." Xuanye quickly bowed respectfully, his face full of reverence. "Then, what about our sect's treasure..."
"No problem. I took the money, so of course I'll handle the job." Ye Chuan pointed at the forging furnace.
Xuanye and Xuan Yan hurriedly agreed, standing to the side, not daring to say another word.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere.
The Taichu Holy Land.
The Holy Land was situated atop a divine mountain at the easternmost edge of the Tianxuan Continent. Mist like gossamer perpetually shrouded the peak, and palace complexes floating amidst the sea of clouds appeared faintly visible—
Gilded roof tiles gleamed with the warm glow of the morning sun, jade pillars were carved with ancient runes resembling entwined lotus vines. Even the streams flowing through the mountains carried fragmented spiritual light. Where the wind passed, bronze bells at the palace corners emitted clear, melodious sounds. The entire Holy Land resembled a secret realm steeped in immortal qi.
Within one of the palaces at this moment, Elder Qing Xuan knelt on one knee, his face as pale as paper. His remaining soul power still trembled faintly; he was almost too weak to even lift his head.
On the jade seat before him reclined a young man dressed in a moon-white robe. His jet-black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, revealing a smooth forehead and a jawline with soft contours.
The youth's slender, delicate fingers held a spirit stone. His long, thick eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyes. The aura of the Dao surrounding him was rich yet ethereally clear. This was the Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land—
Ji Lingxuan.
"You're saying a child of five or six severed half your soul with one sword strike, and even dared to demand fifty million for repairs and thirty million for emotional distress?"
Ji Lingxuan's voice was as clear and cold as jade striking jade, yet carried a unique, soft charm, the tail end of his tone rising slightly, making it hard to discern his mood.
He lifted his gaze to Qing Xuan. Those phoenix eyes were long and deep, the outer corners slightly upturned. Though it was a scrutinizing look, the fluidity of his gaze added a touch of feminine softness.
"Elder Qing Xuan, do you know the consequences of deceiving this Holy Son?"
Elder Qing Xuan shuddered all over and promptly kowtowed. "The Holy Son is wise! This subordinate would never dare deceive you! That child's attack was extremely bizarre; it directly pierced through my protective spiritual energy and struck my soul!"
"I risked my life to sense it. His aura is unfathomably deep. Moreover, his attitude was wildly arrogant. He said... he said for you to go over and 'have it out' with him. He also said he doesn't accept house calls for repairs, and that we should carry the Divine Sealing Cauldron to Profound Crystal City."
"Oh? Quite an interesting person."
Ji Lingxuan chuckled lightly. As he stood up, his robe slipped, revealing a slender yet upright figure. Though dressed as a man, his movements carried a grace unique to women.
"To make an old stick-in-the-mud like you suffer a loss, he truly has some skill."
He walked to the center of the hall, a flicker of interest passing through his phoenix eyes.
"The Divine Sealing Cauldron is the foundation of our Holy Land; it cannot be delayed. Since he is unwilling to come, then this Holy Son will personally make a trip with the cauldron—just as well, to see what this arrogant master looks like."
An attendant nearby hurried forward. "Holy Son! Your status is noble. How can you condescend to go to that mundane little city? Perhaps we should send..."
"Silence." Ji Lingxuan raised a hand to interrupt, his tone still gentle but carrying an indisputable authority.
"Anyone who can make Qing Xuan suffer a setback is no ordinary cultivator. This Holy Son going personally is giving him ample face. If he can truly repair the Divine Sealing Cauldron, drawing him over would benefit the Holy Land. If he's just putting on a show..."
The outer corner of his eye lifted, a cold glint flashing in his gaze. "...then this Holy Son will let him know that even a Great Ascension Realm cultivator has no right to provoke the Taichu Holy Land."
Elder Qing Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "The Holy Son is wise! Although that child is strong, he is overly arrogant. With your personal visit, you will surely make him rein in his arrogance!"
Ji Lingxuan gave a slight nod, turned, and walked towards the rear of the hall. His moon-white robe swept over the ground without a sound.
"Relay my command. Transport the Divine Sealing Cauldron immediately, and prepare a full one hundred million top-grade spirit stones—isn't he fond of wealth? This Holy Son will first let him see our Holy Land's 'sincerity'."
"Yes!" The attendant bowed in acknowledgment and quickly retreated.
"A forging master who looks like a little boy. How interesting, hehe..." Ji Lingxuan chuckled softly.
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