Old Grudges and New Grievances

Ji Lingxuan gritted her teeth and spoke again,

This matter concerns the very survival of our Taichu Holy Land. I implore the Patriarch to come out of seclusion and take charge!

After her words fell, the forbidden ground remained dead silent.

Seeing no response from Master Taichu, Ye Chuan held Ji Lingxuan back and spoke up himself,

I've trapped Wucang. Want to go claim his head together?

If not, wait until I refine him, and I'll share some of that old man's spiritual energy with you.

Oh right, that old guy also insulted you. He called you a sissy.

Ye, Ye Chuan, you can't say things like that... Ji Lingxuan felt that Ye Chuan's choice of words was very strange.

Just when Ji Lingxuan thought the Patriarch wouldn't respond, the pitch-black iron coffin suddenly shook violently!

Buzz—

A piercing hum rang out. The runes on the iron coffin instantly lit up, and majestic spiritual energy surged from within like a tidal wave, causing the entire forbidden ground to tremble slightly.

A white-haired old man dressed in a cyan Daoist robe slowly sat up from inside the iron coffin.

The old man's hair and beard were completely white, but his face had no wrinkles at all, making him look like a middle-aged man. His eyes were like the vast starry sky, incomparably profound.

Just a casual glance from him made one feel as if their very soul had been seen through.

No spiritual energy leaked from his body, yet the Great Dao principles of the entire forbidden ground gently fluctuated with his breathing.

This was a realm that only a mighty figure at the Ascension Realm, who had integrated the Dao principles into their marrow and become one with heaven and earth, could possess.

Master Taichu slowly opened his eyes. His gaze first landed on Ji Lingxuan, then turned to Ye Chuan's clone on the side.

His gaze lingered on Ye Chuan for a few seconds before he suddenly spoke.

His voice was ancient and resonant, echoing in the forbidden ground like the tolling of an ancient bell:

I was wondering who it was. So it's you, kid.

Last time, the one who disguised himself as the Holy Son of my Taichu Holy Land, sneaked into the forbidden ground, and stole the Taichu token... that was you, wasn't it?

The expression on Ye Chuan's face instantly froze, and he awkwardly touched his nose.

He had actually forgotten about that.

Ahem, you must be joking, Ye Chuan laughed dryly.

Look at you, taking things so seriously.

Master Taichu floated out of the iron coffin and landed in front of the two.

He scanned Ye Chuan up and down several times, his eyes full of surprise. The more he looked, the more unbelievable he found it.

This kid actually managed to trap that old fogey Wucang all by himself?

Interesting, truly interesting. Master Taichu stroked his white beard, his eyes full of appreciation as he looked at Ye Chuan.

Subsequently, Ji Lingxuan immediately recounted the whole sequence of events.

The smile on Master Taichu's face faded, replaced by a cold glint:

That old geezer Wucang, if he wants to destroy my Taichu Holy Land, he'll have to see if his teeth are sharp enough.

Ji Lingxuan instantly breathed a sigh of relief, her hanging heart finally settling.

The Patriarch agreed to make a move!

Thank you, Patriarch! She immediately bowed in salute.

Alright. Master Taichu waved his hand, his gaze looking toward the direction of Xuanjing City.

Let's go. Over ten thousand years have passed, and I want to see how much that old thing Wucang has improved.

After saying that, Master Taichu tore through space, his figure disappearing into the rift.

Ye Chuan and Ji Lingxuan exchanged a glance and followed along.

In the blink of an eye, they returned to Xuanjing City.

Above the city, that pitch-black chaotic domain still floated quietly in midair, like a massive black hole devouring the surrounding light and spiritual energy.

Even the Great Dao principles of heaven and earth instantly twisted and shattered upon reaching the edge of the domain, completely unable to penetrate it in the slightest.

Standing before the domain, the relaxed expression on Master Taichu's face instantly vanished, replaced by deep astonishment.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips glowing with faint cyan Dao principles, and probed toward the edge of the domain.

But the moment his fingertips touched the chaotic mist, that burst of Dao principles was instantly swallowed clean, without even stirring up a single ripple.

What a domineering domain... Master Taichu gasped, the way he looked at Ye Chuan changing completely.

Sealing the Dao principles of heaven and earth, devouring all spiritual energy, and even distorting time and space... This is absolutely not a spell that should exist on the Profound Sky Continent!

He had lived for tens of thousands of years, traveled to every corner of the Profound Sky Continent, and seen countless bizarre skills and strange arts, but he had never seen such a domineering and terrifying domain.

In front of this domain, the Taichu Dao principles he was so proud of couldn't even manage to infiltrate it.

Ye Chuan smiled. In this domain of mine, that old man Wucang is currently cowering inside. He built a barrier using the Wutong Source Dao principles, which I can't break through in a short time. That's why I asked the Patriarch to lend a hand.

Let's go in and take a look. Master Taichu roughly understood why Ye Chuan had the ability to trap Wucang.

Ye Chuan's clone nodded. With a thought, the chaotic domain instantly opened a rift, and he led Master Taichu and Ji Lingxuan to step inside.

Upon entering the domain, Ji Lingxuan instantly drew in a sharp breath.

It looked terrifying enough from the outside, but after coming in, she realized that this place was even more outrageous than it appeared.

Endless black chaotic mist churned. Up, down, left, and right—there was no sky, no earth, no direction, and no sound!

Even the circulation of spiritual energy within her body became incredibly sluggish. If Ye Chuan hadn't placed a protective shield around her beforehand, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand steady.

Not far away, Su Yao was already slumped in the chaotic mist, unconscious. Even wearing a maid outfit, she looked utterly disheveled.

Further away, a golden barrier of Dao principles floated quietly in the chaotic mist. On the barrier, Wutong patterns flowed endlessly, exuding the majestic pressure of the Ascension Realm. This was none other than Master Wucang's source barrier.

This is the place. After Ye Chuan's clone returned to his main body, he simply lifted his chin and said to Master Taichu,

This old geezer sealed his own six senses and is cowering inside playing dead. I've tried many methods, but none could break through this barrier.

Master Taichu looked at the golden barrier and said indifferently,

Wucang! Ten thousand years without seeing each other, and you've actually regressed!

Master Taichu's voice exploded like rolling thunder throughout the entire chaotic domain.

To actually cower in a barrier and play dead... Where did your arrogance from back then go?!

The moment his words fell, Master Taichu raised his hand and clenched it. A cyan longsword instantly formed in his grasp.

With a flick of his wrist, without the slightest hesitation, he fiercely slashed his sword toward the golden barrier!

As this sword fell, the entire chaotic domain violently trembled along with it!

The cyan sword light, like the Milky Way falling from the highest heavens, viciously struck the golden barrier!

Boom—!!!

A deafening explosion erupted. The golden barrier instantly flared with piercing golden-red light, and the Wutong Sacred Fire surged madly, trying to block the strike.

But this sword strike from Master Taichu condensed his ten thousand years of cultivation. How could it be so easily blocked?

The originally indestructible golden barrier was instantly covered in dense cracks!

Inside the barrier, Master Wucang, who had sealed his six senses and cowered inside playing dead, instantly opened his eyes!

He first felt the terrifying, tremendous force strike the barrier, and then he heard that voice—one so familiar it was carved into his very bones. Instantly, he flew into a towering rage!

He sprang to his feet, the Parasol Holy Fire around his body surging wildly. The six senses he had completely sealed off were instantly unsealed. Glaring at Master Taichu outside the barrier, he roared,

"Taichu!! You old geezer!! How dare you stick your nose into my business?!"

He never expected that after sealing his senses and turtling behind his barrier, he wouldn't be worn down by a junior like Ye Chuan, but rather hunted down by his old nemesis!

"Your business?" Master Taichu sneered. He swung his sword again, viciously smashing it into the barrier and adding several more cracks to its surface.

"Wucang, I couldn't care less about your grudge with this junior, but it's high time we settled our own score!"

"Not only did you steal my Dao companion back then, but you also spread rumors all over Tianxuan that I was born impotent. Now, I'm going to castrate you myself," Master Taichu said coldly.

Ye Chuan and Ji Lingxuan froze, exchanging a blank look.

There was such a history between them?

No wonder Master Taichu had instantly jumped out of his coffin when Ye Chuan spread the rumor that Wucang had called him a sissy.

"Bullshit!!!! Then what about the fact that you seduced my mother right after?!" Wucang roared furiously.

"You actually tried to become my stepdad! I want nothing more than to slice you to pieces!"

Ye Chuan and Ji Lingxuan: ?

The older generation really knew how to play wild.