Chapter 1329: Worship the Moon

Ah!

The starry sky remained unsettled, filled with the voice of the black-robed elder, but now it was screams rather than roars. No wonder he was a saint— even his cries were overwhelmingly domineering.

He was indeed a saint, yet he had been utterly defeated, not even remembering his own name.

Only at that moment did he truly realize Ye Chen's power— it was more than terrifying; it was monstrous, even more frightening than the woman in green robes, with a bloodline so overbearing that it left him in utter shock.

As a saint, he turned and fled. Continuing the fight would likely turn him into nothing but dust in history.

However, his escape was futile; the path to the underworld was all too straightforward. Compared to Ye Chen's speed, he was far outmatched. He hadn't gotten far before being caught, and the scene was gruesome.

The trembling starry sky soon returned to calm.

The black-robed elder was destroyed, dying with a sense of grievance— killed by a quasi-saint, no less. If he had known such a formidable opponent existed, he never would have come out to show off, and thus never would have died.

Under the watchful eyes of the woman in green robes, the purple-haired youth, and Qi Wang, Ye Chen returned. His steps were as heavy as mountains, his killing intent surging like the sea, and in his hand, he carried the blood-drenched corpse of the black-robed elder.

A saint's body was a valuable treasure. Refining it into a yin underworld general would make an excellent guardian for those who had reincarnated. This was how Ye Chen always operated, leaving behind protection for them before departing.

The woman in green robes and the purple-haired youth stepped forward at once, bowing in respect.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for saving us."

"I'd like to know, what's your relationship?" Ye Chen asked, stowing away the black-robed elder's body while smiling at the woman in green robes and the purple-haired youth. "Don't tell me you're lovers."

The purple-haired youth coughed awkwardly.

"Senior is joking. She is my aunt."

"The family ranks keep dropping along the way, but this time they've finally risen once," Ye Chen said meaningfully.

His words left the woman in green robes, the purple-haired youth, and the approaching Qi Wang all stunned, unsure what Ye Chen meant. Why bring up family ranks out of nowhere?

Ye Chen smiled slightly but didn't explain further, simply gazing quietly at the woman in green robes.

As he looked, his expression turned somewhat dazed, as if recalling past events: In a simple farmhouse courtyard, she held the blood-covered Ye Xingchen in her arms, murmuring the same heartbreaking words over and over— you promised me we'd grow old together.

She was a reincarnated soul from Da Chu, the reborn Ye Xingchen, who in her previous life was the holy maiden of Xing Yue Palace and Ye Xingchen's wife.

Yet, heaven was merciless, turning their wedding into a funeral. Ye Xingchen was slain by the Zhuxian Sword, and she, in utter despair, held him under a peach blossom tree until she faded into a wisp of mist.

Ye Chen still remembered bringing Ye Xingchen to Xing Yue Palace to propose marriage, and he could never forget that tragic scene. Their attempt to live as ordinary people had left their love in ruins.

In his daze, Ye Chen slightly raised his hand, with immortal light lingering at his fingertips— the light to awaken memories.

However, he did not unleash the secret technique to awaken her past memories. He lowered his hand again.

He wasn't certain if someone like Ye Xingchen could reincarnate. He needed to verify it. If reincarnation was possible, he would naturally unlock her past seals. But if Ye Xingchen had no qualification for rebirth, revealing her past would only reopen those tragic wounds.

After thinking it through, he decided to set the idea aside for now, not wanting the events of the past to repeat.

The atmosphere grew strangely quiet. Ye Chen said nothing, just stared at the Xing Yue Saintess.

The Xing Yue Saintess felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She was a quasi-saint, and not an ordinary one at that— with an extremely dominant bloodline, she was a proud daughter of heaven. No male cultivator of her generation had ever stared at her like this.

Yet, for some reason, she had a vague feeling that she had seen this young man before.

Beside her, the purple-haired youth had tried to speak several times but didn't know how to start.

Qi Wang was the most straightforward— he nudged Ye Chen with a hoof.

"Still staring? Your eyes are about to pop out. You wouldn't be smitten with the lady, would you? If you are, just say it— old donkey here can play matchmaker for you."

"Get lost." Ye Chen scolded, then raised his hands again, placing one on the Xing Yue Saintess's shoulder and the other on the purple-haired youth's, channeling a torrent of essence to heal their wounds.

"Desolate Ancient Holy Body?" Feeling Ye Chen's powerful essence, the Xing Yue Saintess was startled. Only now did she realize what kind of bloodline Ye Chen possessed. Even her own bloodline was suppressed by it, which explained his ability to slay a saint. The dominance of the holy body was renowned throughout the world.

Ye Chen just smiled slightly at her surprise. The Xuan Ling bloodline and the holy body bloodline had deep connections, and it was their combination that had created the Immortal Universe Great Emperor of ancient times.

It wasn't long before Ye Chen withdrew his hands. The Xing Yue Saintess and the purple-haired youth's injuries were no longer serious. The essence of the holy body was like divine medicine, and Ye Chen's healing skills were unmatched.

"Thank you, fellow daoist." The Xing Yue Saintess and the purple-haired youth bowed again, their eyes full of gratitude.

"It was nothing." Ye Chen smiled. "Who were those people, and why were they chasing you?"

"Bai Yue Shen Jiao." The Xing Yue Saintess composed herself, her tone icy cold.

"Bai Yue Shen Jiao?" Before Ye Chen could respond, Qi Wang exclaimed and turned to run. His four hooves pounded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

"Has he lost his mind?" Ye Chen said in astonishment, glancing in Qi Wang's direction, baffled by his sudden flight.

"Probably scared by Bai Yue Shen Jiao," the purple-haired youth said with a shake of his head and a smile.

"Is Bai Yue Shen Jiao that strong?" Ye Chen asked, looking at the purple-haired youth tentatively.

"Extremely strong— terrifyingly so." The purple-haired youth took a deep breath. "With one saint king and three quasi-saint kings, that lineup makes them a major power across the entire Zhutian Wandu."

"That's quite intimidating." Ye Chen coughed. Not just Qi Wang— even he was taken aback. In his travels, the most formidable force he'd encountered was Da Luo Jian Zong, but Bai Yue Shen Jiao was even more dominant.

"Probably because we're closer to Xuan Huang Dalu," Ye Chen mused to himself, stroking his chin.

Xuan Huang Dalu had countless immortal inheritances, including figures like Jian Shen at the peak of cultivation.

So, being near Xuan Huang Dalu brought benefits. Bai Yue Shen Jiao might even be a branch of a major power from there, which explained their massive forces.

As for Qi Wang, he must have passed through this star domain before and heard of Bai Yue Shen Jiao's might. That's why he fled at the mention— since Ye Chen had killed one of their saints, if Bai Yue Shen Jiao investigated, anyone connected to him could be wiped out.

"Fellow daoist, while Bai Yue Shen Jiao hasn't tracked us yet, you should leave quickly!" As Ye Chen pondered, the Xing Yue Saintess said softly. "As for your great kindness, the Yu Ling Family will never forget it. If our family still stands in the future and you ever face trouble, we will offer our full support."

"In that case, farewell." Ye Chen stretched lazily and turned to leave, vanishing in an instant.

"This world still has the holy body lineage." Watching the direction Ye Chen had gone, the Xing Yue Saintess murmured, her expression dazed. She still felt a strange familiarity with his face.

"He... he's the Desolate Ancient Holy Body?" Though her murmur was quiet, the purple-haired youth heard it. He only knew Ye Chen's essence was powerful, but not that his bloodline was so dominant.

"Don't spread this around."

"I understand."

"For now, let's head back." The Xing Yue Saintess turned and set off on their return journey. "From now on, don't go out alone for training. This time, we escaped unharmed thanks to a noble benefactor, but we might not be so lucky next time. Once we're back, stay in the family. Bai Yue Shen Jiao can be frightening when they go mad."

"Could Bai Yue Shen Jiao have discovered that the Yu Ling Family has a dragon egg? Otherwise, why have they been targeting us lately?" The purple-haired youth hurried to catch up with the Xing Yue Saintess.

"It's possible." The Xing Yue Saintess took a deep breath. "If that's the case, the dragon egg might not be safe. Remember, behind Bai Yue Shen Jiao stands an ancient behemoth."

The two continued talking as they gradually faded into the distance, vanishing into the starry sky like two beams of divine light.

However, neither noticed that after they left, the space behind them twisted slightly, and Ye Chen appeared, following discreetly.

His goal was simple: to escort them back safely. Bai Yue Shen Jiao was a massive force, and they might try to intercept again. He couldn't let anything happen to the reincarnated soul he'd finally found halfway.

Besides, he planned to search this star domain thoroughly. Since he'd encountered the Xing Yue Saintess here, he might as well visit the Yu Ling Family first— an ancient star he hadn't been to yet, which could hold more reincarnated souls.