A rich fragrance of sweet osmanthus descended with her.
Lan Xiaoke blinked and immediately fixed a wary gaze on the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared.
“Why are you standing so close?”
Yue Qingyi did not answer.
She raised her fair hand and directly grasped Ye Chuan’s wrist, attempting to examine his bone age and the power within his body.
A wisp of silvery-white Immortal King Law flowed through her fingertips and entered Ye Chuan’s body.
And then…
Nothing happened.
A faint look of surprise appeared on Yue Qingyi’s face.
She could clearly feel that the moment her Immortal King Law entered Ye Chuan’s body, it was swallowed by a black-golden force.
There was not even the slightest disturbance, as though a drop of water had been thrown into an endless ocean.
Ye Chuan also lowered his head and glanced at the place where their hands touched.
“What did you put inside my body?”
“Immortal King Law.” Yue Qingyi was silent for a moment before finally answering.
“Oh.”
Ye Chuan sensed it for a moment. “It got eaten.”
“…”
The surroundings fell silent.
Even Lu Taixu’s expression had stiffened.
Immortal King Law.
That was a power which had already surpassed the ordinary Great Dao. A single wisp of it was enough to annihilate an ordinary Great Firmament Golden Immortal.
Yet after entering Ye Chuan’s body, it had been casually summed up with the words “it got eaten”?
Yue Qingyi raised her hand again.
This time, the power of the law she employed was several times stronger than before. Silvery moonlight even formed an independent domain around the two of them.
Immortal King might spread through the air.
The ninety-nine immortal peaks fell silent at the same time.
The ordinary disciples merely needed to take one look for their souls to feel as though they were about to freeze.
Yet Ye Chuan still showed no reaction whatsoever.
The Immortal King Law had barely approached him before it was once again devoured completely by the power of chaos.
The power within Ye Chuan’s body even seemed to convey a feeling of dissatisfaction, as if it thought there had not been enough.
“Do you have any more?”
Ye Chuan asked casually.
Looking at him, Yue Qingyi was at a loss for the first time in her life.
Immortal King Law was not some snack found by the roadside.
Who would swallow it and then ask if there was more?
Lan Xiaoke, however, was unhappy.
She slapped away the hand Yue Qingyi had placed around Ye Chuan’s wrist and squeezed herself between the two of them.
“That’s enough!”
“You can’t keep stuffing strange things into Ye Chuan just because he can eat them.”
Yue Qingyi lowered her head and looked at Lan Xiaoke.
“Who are you?”
“Ye Chuan’s pet.”
Lan Xiaoke answered with complete naturalness.
“…”
Yue Qingyi had lived for countless years, but she had never seen anyone assign themselves the identity of a pet with such confidence.
She looked back at Ye Chuan.
“Is she always like this?”
“You’ll get used to it,” Ye Chuan replied.
He rather liked Lan Xiaoke, this big scaredy-cat, so he had always indulged her.
Yue Qingyi nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly, she took half a step forward and completely released the Immortal King pressure around her, directly enveloping the area within several dozen yards of Ye Chuan.
The moonlight solidified.
Space itself came to a halt.
Even Lu Taixu instinctively retreated several steps, not daring to face the full aura of an Immortal King head-on.
Ye Chuan still did not move.
Yue Qingyi withdrew her pressure.
Her gaze fell on Ye Chuan, and the doubt in her eyes finally turned into undisguised interest.
“The position of Holy Son is too low for him.”
Lu Taixu froze for a moment.
“What does Ancestor mean?”
“From this day forward, his status shall be equal to mine.”
Yue Qingyi’s tone was indifferent, but her words caused the entire Taiyi Immortal Sect to fall silent once more.
His status was to be equal to that of the Immortal King Ancestor?
Ye Chuan had only just joined the sect, yet his seniority already surpassed that of the vast majority of elders and peak masters.
Even Lu Taixu, the sect master, would no longer be able to regard Ye Chuan simply as a junior.
Lu Taixu hesitated for a moment. “Wouldn’t that be a little too high?”
Yue Qingyi glanced at him. “Can you make Immortal King Law disappear the moment it enters your body?”
Lu Taixu fell silent.
Forget making Immortal King Law disappear.
If that power entered his body, he would already be fortunate if it did not tear his immortal soul apart.
Yue Qingyi asked again, “Can you stand there chatting while holding someone under my pressure?”
Lu Taixu continued to remain silent.
“Since you can do neither, what gives you the right to think his status is too high?”
That made perfect sense.
Lu Taixu actually had no way to refute her.
Yue Qingyi looked back at Ye Chuan. “Holy Son Peak has not been fully prepared yet. You may stay at Moon God Peak for now.”
Ye Chuan said, “Let’s go take a look at Holy Son Peak first.”
Lu Taixu immediately said, “Holy Son Peak is already prepared. All of its arrangements can be changed according to the Holy Son’s preferences.”
Holy Son Peak was located at the center of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.
The entire mountain was surrounded by ninety-nine immortal ley lines. At its summit stood a massive white-jade palace, while behind it was a natural immortal lake and a hot spring.
The moment Lan Xiaoke saw the hot spring, she was finally satisfied.
She grabbed Huli and ran off to choose a room, clearly intending to live there for the long term.
Ye Chuan, meanwhile, stood at the summit and looked down over the entire Taiyi Immortal Sect.
He had to admit that the sect’s surroundings were indeed quite beautiful.
The spiritual energy was abundant, and there were plenty of resources. Most importantly, he did not need to do anything himself.
It was the perfect place to stay for a while and quietly develop his strength.
However, not everyone in the Taiyi Immortal Sect could immediately accept Ye Chuan’s new status.
The following morning, Ye Chuan was sitting in the courtyard of Holy Son Peak, studying the map of the Eastern Wasteland that Lu Taixu had sent him, when a figure slowly walked up from the foot of the mountain.
The young man in yellow robes had brought no one with him. He came alone to the front of the courtyard and gave Ye Chuan a solemn cupped-fist salute.
“I am the Taiyi Immortal Sect’s Dao Child, Huang Wuya.”
“Greetings, Holy Son.”
Ye Chuan raised his head and glanced at him. “What do you want?”
Huang Wuya was silent for a moment.
“I wish to ask the Holy Son for guidance.”
Ye Chuan lowered his head again.
“I don’t feel like fighting.”
His reply was exceedingly direct.
Huang Wuya clearly had not expected Ye Chuan to have no interest even in asking why. For a moment, he stood there without knowing how to continue.
Lan Xiaoke was lying on the other side of the courtyard, basking in the sun.
When she heard that someone had come to challenge Ye Chuan, she merely rolled over and made no attempt to get up and watch.
There was no suspense to a battle like this.
It was better to sleep. She had not slept well the night before.
Huang Wuya took a deep breath and continued, “I do not question the Holy Son’s talent, nor am I dissatisfied with the sect’s decision.”
“It is only that I have fought for the Taiyi Immortal Sect for tens of thousands of years, and becoming the Holy Son has always been my goal.”
“Now that the sect has given this position to you, I want to see for myself exactly where I fall short.”
Ye Chuan finally raised his eyes.
This man did not seem to be here purely to cause trouble.
He had worked hard for tens of thousands of years, only to have Ye Chuan appear and take away the position he had once been closest to obtaining. It was perfectly normal for him to feel unconvinced.
“You do know you can’t beat me, right?” Ye Chuan said.
“I know.”
Huang Wuya nodded. “I only want to know exactly how great the gap between us is.”
After saying this, he removed the spatial ring from his hand and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.
“These are all the resources I have accumulated over the years.”
“If I lose, everything inside will belong to the Holy Son.”
Ye Chuan had been somewhat absent-minded, but the moment his gaze landed on the ring, a trace of interest appeared in his eyes.
Lan Xiaoke also came over to take a look.
“There’s so much stuff!”
“What?”
Lan Xiaoke counted them again. “There are still lots of things I don’t recognize. They all look pretty valuable, too.”
The corner of Huang Wuya’s eye twitched slightly.
He hadn’t lost yet.
But the silver-haired girl had already started counting the spoils.
Ye Chuan put away the map, stood up, and stretched his shoulders.
“Having a little spar isn’t out of the question.”
Huang Wuya: “…”
Just a moment ago, he had shown absolutely no interest.
But the instant resources were mentioned, the Holy Son agreed without hesitation. He really made no attempt to hide his motives.
The news spread quickly.
Huang Wuya, the former Daoist Disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, was going to challenge the newly appointed Holy Son, Ye Chuan, on the Dao-Seeking Platform.
Disciples from the Ninety-Nine Peaks hurried over one after another.
Even quite a few elders who had been cultivating in seclusion temporarily set aside their practice, eager to witness for themselves exactly what kind of power Ye Chuan possessed.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
