Calling Someone

"Think about it. If I can't hold that old man back, won't the Taichu Sacred Ground suffer terribly too?"

Ye Chuan smiled. "If that old geezer gets out, the first thing he'll do is skin me alive. The second thing will be settling scores with anyone who helped me."

"Back then, the Taichu Sacred Ground led people to cut off the Wutong Sacred Ground's retreat. Do you really think he'd let you off?"

Hearing this, the hesitation on Ji Lingxuan's face instantly froze.

Yeah.

Ye Chuan was absolutely right.

The Wutong Sacred Ground, the Taichu Sacred Ground, and several other sacred grounds had been secretly fighting for fame and fortune for thousands of years. From the competitions among the younger generation to the grudges of the older generation, deep enmities had long been forged.

More than half of the Wutong Sacred Ground was dead, and their Saintess had been exposed. That old man held deep grudges. If he really broke out of Ye Chuan's domain, after destroying Ye Chuan, his next target for frantic revenge would inevitably be the Taichu Sacred Ground.

At that time, let alone a Saint Son like her, even the entire Taichu Sacred Ground wouldn't be able to withstand the wrath of an Ascension Realm almighty without inviting their patriarch out.

"Alright." Ji Lingxuan took a deep breath. The hesitation on her face completely vanished, replaced by a touch of decisiveness.

"I'll take you to the forbidden grounds and ask the patriarch to come out of seclusion."

"But let me make the ugly truth clear first." She looked up at Ye Chuan, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness.

"The patriarchs have been in seclusion for many years and will absolutely not come out unless the sacred ground is at the brink of life and death. I can only take you to try."

"After all, rashly disturbing an Ascension Realm patriarch's seclusion will result in being expelled from the sect at best, and having one's cultivation directly crippled at worst. This rule has been established in the Taichu Sacred Ground for tens of thousands of years, and even I cannot break it."

"Relax. Whether it works or not, it's all on me." Ye Chuan smiled and patted her shoulder.

"If your patriarch really blames you, I'll cover for you."

Although Ji Lingxuan had dressed as a man for many years, being suddenly patted by Ye Chuan like that made her ears instantly turn red.

The two elders behind them were stunned for a moment. After all, the Saint Son had never had any physical contact with anyone else.

But she didn't say much. After rolling her eyes at Ye Chuan, she turned and flew toward the Taichu Sacred Ground.

On the way, after chatting for a while, Ji Lingxuan still couldn't hold back. She turned her head and scanned Ye Chuan up and down several times, her eyes full of disbelief:

"I say, Ye Chuan, what kind of monster are you?"

"When I saw you a few days ago, you had just broken through to the Mahayana Realm. I thought it would take you at least a century to step into the Tribulation Realm."

"And yet, it's only been a few days! You're already in the Tribulation Realm, and you even managed to trap that ten-thousand-year-old monster from Wutong to death?"

The more she spoke, the more absurd she felt it was, and she lowered her voice a bit.

"Are you... from the Upper Realm?"

Ye Chuan said, "I'm just an ordinary rogue cultivator who happens to have a bit of good luck."

A bit of good luck?

Ji Lingxuan's mouth twitched.

Right now, the Saint Son no longer believed that Ye Chuan belonged to this continent.

She didn't press further. After all, everyone has their own secrets. All she could do was cling tightly to this thick thigh in front of her and prevent the Wutong Sacred Ground from actually turning the tables.

The two soon arrived outside the mountain gate of the Taichu Sacred Ground.

Unlike the panic in Profound Crystal City, the Taichu Sacred Ground remained largely unchanged. The disciples were performing their respective duties without the slightest bit of panic.

"Let's go. We're heading to the forbidden grounds."

"Okay."

"What kay?"

"Never mind."

At the entrance of the forbidden grounds sat a white-haired elder. He leaned against a stone stele with his eyes closed. There was not a single trace of spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, making him look just like an ordinary old man with one foot in the grave.

This was the Guardian Elder of the Taichu Sacred Ground's forbidden grounds, whom Ye Chuan had also met before.

"Oh?" The elder slowly opened his eyes, seemingly a bit surprised.

"The forbidden grounds are a heavily restricted area. Why has the Saint Son brought an outsider here?"

"Elder, I have an urgent matter and must seek an audience with the secluded patriarchs." Ji Lingxuan bowed respectfully to the elder.

"This matter concerns the life and death of our Taichu Sacred Ground. I had no choice but to come."

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed through the elder's cloudy eyes:

"Do you know what you are saying? The patriarchs inside the forbidden grounds have been in seclusion for many years and have long stopped concerning themselves with worldly affairs."

"Unless there is a danger of the sacred ground's destruction, they absolutely must not be disturbed! What exactly has happened?"

"Master Wucang of the Wutong Sacred Ground has broken out of his coffin and ended his seclusion," Ji Lingxuan said in a deep voice.

"He is a genuine Ascension Realm expert, an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years."

The elder instantly gasped upon hearing this.

Master Wucang!

This name was simply a nightmare for old cultivators like them who had lived for thousands of years.

This was a ruthless character who had personally burned hundreds of thousands of high-level cultivators to death. Although he later vanished without a trace, everyone knew he had entered death seclusion in the Wutong Sacred Ground.

And now he has come out?

"Don't worry, Elder. Wucang is currently trapped," Ye Chuan spoke up leisurely from the side.

"He can't move for the time being. I came this time to ask the Taichu patriarchs to lend a hand and join me in completely finishing off that old geezer."

The elder frowned and scanned him up and down a few times. "What did you say? You trapped Master Wucang? A junior like you?"

He had never heard anything so absurd.

A junior whose bone age looked to be in his early twenties claiming to have trapped the Ascension Realm Master Wucang?

If word of this got out, no one in the entire Profound Sky Continent would believe it!

"Elder, what he says is true," Ji Lingxuan immediately chimed in, quickly explaining the ins and outs of the matter.

From Ye Chuan slaughtering more than half of the Wutong Sacred Ground's disciples to Wucang coming out of seclusion.

The elder stood frozen in place for a full half-minute before recovering his senses. The way he looked at Ye Chuan completely changed, no different from looking at a monster.

A Tribulation Realm cultivator trapping an Ascension Realm cultivator?

Heaven-defying!

This elder even felt like all his years of cultivation had gone to the dogs; how could these geniuses be more heaven-defying one after another?

However, disturbing the patriarchs' seclusion was a great taboo in the sacred ground.

But Master Wucang coming out of seclusion was indeed a major event concerning the survival of the sacred ground.

If that old geezer really broke out of the domain, the Taichu Sacred Ground would inevitably bear the brunt of it, and the entire sect would have to face him.

"Go in." The elder stepped aside, clearing the entrance to the forbidden grounds.

"Since it is a major event concerning the life and death of the sacred ground, I will let you in."

"Thank you, Elder." Ji Lingxuan bowed in thanks and immediately led Ye Chuan into the forbidden grounds.

Inside the forbidden grounds, it was even darker than outside.

The mountain walls on both sides were carved with ancient runes. Pitch-black iron chains hung down from the top of the cliff, and at the end of each chain was tied a pitch-black iron coffin, suspended in mid-air in an orderly, scattered arrangement.

Every iron coffin exuded a majestic and ancient aura. Hidden inside were the patriarchs of the Taichu Sacred Ground from past generations who had entered death seclusion.

Ye Chuan had been here before, so he didn't feel anything was amiss.

Ji Lingxuan walked to the largest iron coffin in the very center of the forbidden grounds and stopped.

This iron coffin was a size larger than the rest, covered densely with Dao principle patterns. Even through the iron coffin, one could feel the unfathomable Ascension Realm pressure inside.

This was the only living Ascension Realm patriarch of the Taichu Sacred Ground today, Master Taichu.

He was also the only existence from ten thousand years ago who could stand as an equal against Master Wucang.

Ji Lingxuan took a deep breath and summoned her Saint Son mark.

"The Holy Son, Ji Lingxuan, seeks an audience with the Ancestor regarding a matter of great importance."

She bowed deeply before the iron coffin, offering a grand salute. Her voice, filled with profound reverence, echoed endlessly throughout the forbidden grounds.

Yet, the iron coffin remained entirely silent, yielding not the slightest response.