Chapter 1152: Feeling Humiliated

As he spoke, Mu Xuan Gong stepped out of the bamboo forest.

As for Ye Chen, he immediately activated the Xianlun Tiandao and vanished into a spatial black hole.

Wow!

No sooner had he entered than Ye Chen stumbled, feeling as if an eight-thousand-zhang mountain was bearing down on his back.

The spatial black hole shimmered with divine radiance and burst with immortal light, making it dazzlingly magnificent. A saintly pressure radiated in all directions, heavy as mountains, forcing Ye Chen to his knees under its weight.

How overbearing!

Ye Chen marveled as he gazed around. Even though he was thousands of zhang away from Ruò Tiān Zhū Què, he was still completely suppressed.

With no other choice, Ye Chen stopped resisting and simply sat down on the spot.

There, Ruò Tiān Zhū Què remained seated cross-legged at the center of the immortal sea, her body glowing with radiant light, restoring her former divine elegance. Her appearance even seemed a few years younger, her vitality surging like an endless ocean. Various mystical visions intertwined around her, and her dao principles carried the melody of immortal music and heavenly sounds.

Ye Chen clicked his tongue in amazement. Although the difference between a quasi-saint and a saint was just one step, their power was on entirely different levels.

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què was a perfect example. He could hold his own against quasi-saints, but the saintly pressure left him unable to lift his head. The gap between them was far more than just half a realm.

Clang! Clang!

As Ye Chen marveled, he heard the cry of a Zhu Que again, flames blazing forth.

Instantly, the immortal garment on Ruò Tiān Zhū Què turned to ashes, revealing her flawless form.

Damn!

Ye Chen was stunned and quickly turned away.

What a sin!

Ye Chen coughed awkwardly. This was an accident—who would have expected something like this?

Forgive me! Forgive me!

Ye Chen shook his head, wondering if Xie Yun found out, would he kick him to death? Or if Chen Huang knew, would he strike him down with a palm? And would they care if it was an accident?

Meanwhile, Ruò Tiān Zhū Què continued sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

However, her perfect form was now enveloped in a layer of pure immortal light, making her appear dreamlike and illusory. Only her vague silhouette was visible, not the luminous sheen of her skin.

"Youdu has nine quasi-saints arriving."

Ye Chen finally spoke up.

"As expected."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què replied, her voice ethereal and melodious, like an immortal tune from the nine underworlds.

"How much longer do you need?"

Ye Chen kept his back to her. "Those nine old troublemakers aren't here for good intentions. I'm worried Mu Lao predecessor won't hold out. If they cause chaos, Youdu might be destroyed."

"The blood fusion with the dao will take another half an hour."

"Got it."

Ye Chen, still facing away, gave an OK gesture and sat there waiting. Without him, Ruò Tiān Zhū Què couldn't leave, not even as a saint.

While Ye Chen waited, the atmosphere in Youdu grew oppressively tense.

Outside the grand hall of Youdu's ninth heaven, crowds of people gathered everywhere. The elders, clan heads, and saints from the Zhū Què family and the nine great clans had all arrived, surrounding the hall so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass. Each one had their life-bound artifact hovering above their heads, like an army ready for war, with a aura of killing intent sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Nine quasi-saints—this was an formidable lineup, requiring Youdu to muster its full strength to resist.

Inside the hall, the nine quasi-saints lounged casually in their seats, eyeing Mu Xuan Gong with amusement.

Mu Xuan Gong felt immense pressure. Though he was also a quasi-saint, he was newly advanced, and each of them had been at this level for centuries, making them all his seniors in every sense.

"Mu Xuan Gong, this king truly underestimated you," Shura Wang broke the prolonged silence with a mocking laugh. "Who would have thought that you, recently at the peak of the imperial realm, could advance to quasi-saint?"

"That's just fate."

Mu Xuan Gong replied indifferently.

"Fate?" Jiaolong Wang snorted derisively, his eyes full of contempt. "Do you really think becoming a quasi-saint puts you on equal footing with us? Mu Xuan Gong, you're overestimating yourself."

"You're right, senior."

Mu Xuan Gong responded coolly, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"What about Zhū Què? Bring her out!"

Dilong Wang chuckled suggestively. "It's been days since we've seen her—this king misses her greatly."

"This is Youdu—watch your words."

Mu Xuan Gong snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with sharp killing intent. He harbored a deep grudge against Dilong Wang, who had been involved in the bloody calamity on the night of his tribulation.

"A love for beauty is universal."

Dilong Wang bared his sinister teeth, his gaze openly lecherous.

"You—"

"Enough talk—bring out Zhū Què."

Luoshao Wang idly toyed with a small green snake wrapped around his wrist. "We nine quasi-saints have given her enough face. How much longer will she act superior?"

"As I said, Zhū Què is in seclusion."

Mu Xuan Gong replied coldly.

"Or perhaps preparing for her tribulation?"

Jiaolong Wang smirked mockingly. "In that case, we should be present. The Tianyuan Star Domain isn't peaceful these days—who knows if there are ill-intentioned foes? We need to protect her through it."

"That's not for you to decide—leave now!"

Mu Xuan Gong's expression darkened as he issued a direct order for them to go.

"Mu Xuan Gong, you're getting too bold."

Luye Wang snapped coldly. "We're here as guests, and this is how Youdu treats us? Bring out Zhū Què and give us an explanation."

"You—"

"But I wonder, fellow Daoist Luye, what kind of explanation you want."

Before Mu Xuan Gong could finish, his words were interrupted by an ethereal voice.

As the voice faded, a graceful figure appeared in the hall, her movements so elusive that they were impossible to track.

Seeing Ruò Tiān Zhū Què's return, Mu Xuan Gong was overjoyed. A saint's presence gave him all the confidence he needed, and he sat up straight, ready to act at any moment. It had been too frustrating.

In contrast, the nine quasi-saints like Luye Wang narrowed their eyes, staring intently at Ruò Tiān Zhū Què.

As they looked, their brows furrowed one by one.

For some reason, today's Ruò Tiān Zhū Què was different from before. She showed no trace of a cultivator's aura, yet exuded an inexplicable pressure.

Most strikingly, her vitality was surging and her life force as vast as the sea—this was not the aura of someone whose lifespan was nearing its end. The nine were baffled and deeply puzzled.

"You nine certainly have quite the interest."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què sat down, eyeing them all with curiosity.

"It's been a while, so we came to pay a visit."

Dilong Wang said with a sly smile.

"What a fine visit."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què's lips curved into a smile. "You stirred up chaos on Zhū Què Star not long ago, causing a bloodbath, and now you're here again. Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"

"You're overthinking it, Zhū Què—all misunderstandings."

Dilong Wang replied with a playful grin.

"That night, blood stained Zhū Què—it's not something a mere misunderstanding can dismiss."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què casually examined her bright nails, her voice ethereal, as if drifting from the heavens.

"So, what do you want, fellow Daoist Zhū Què?"

Tianlong Wang eyed her with a sinister smile.

"I don't want anything."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què chuckled lightly. "Since the two dao friends from Qinglong Star are here, they might as well stay."

"How arrogant."

Dilong Wang suddenly stood up, unleashing his quasi-saint aura with a boom.

"I have the right to be arrogant."

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què sneered dismissively.

"Then let this king test you."

Dilong Wang roared and threw a punch, summoning nine divine dragons.

"With you?"

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què laughed coldly. Her crystalline jade hand radiated immortal light, each strand as heavy as a mountain, crushing the nine divine dragons and sending Dilong Wang flying with severe injuries, blood spraying from his mouth.

"How is that possible?"

Dilong Wang was in disbelief. He knew Ruò Tiān Zhū Què's strength well; even if he wasn't her match, he shouldn't have been defeated so easily.

"She has advanced to the saint realm."

Everyone present stood up, their expressions changing drastically, all in utter disbelief.

"You all staring at me like that—could it be you've taken a liking to me?"

Ruò Tiān Zhū Què adjusted her hair, looking at them with interest, her powerful saintly pressure solidifying the space around them.