Chapter 1372: What's with the Bull?

Chapter 1372: Niu Shenme Niu

"Feng Huang Xian Yu, not bad." Ye Chen was traversing the void, immersed in the wonders of the Feng Huang Xian Fa. Perhaps he was too engrossed, as he hadn't noticed someone following behind him.

It wasn't until he stepped into a mountain range that he slowly came to a stop, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the empty sky ahead.

A gate of light suddenly appeared there, and two elderly women, one in black and one in white, emerged side by side. Both were at the Sheng Ren level, their auras immensely powerful, causing the surrounding void to rumble and tremble.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the black-and-white elderly women before turning back to look at the void behind him. A figure in white robes was slowly approaching—it was Feng Xian.

"Surrounded in front and pursued from behind, what's the meaning of this?" Ye Chen looked at Feng Xian with interest.

"What's the point of asking when you already know?" Feng Xian's tone was icy cold as she stood gracefully in the ninth heaven, looking down on Ye Chen from on high. "Hand over the Feng Huang Xian Yu. It's not something you can touch."

"But I wonder if this is your own idea or if Senior Feng Huang sent you," Ye Chen scratched his ear.

"Does it make a difference?" Feng Xian sneered mockingly, her cold, beautiful eyes filled only with contempt.

"Of course it does," Ye Chen shrugged. "The Feng Huang Xian Yu was given to me by Senior Feng Huang. If she wants it back, I have no complaints. But if you're the one demanding it, sorry, that's not happening."

"Don't know what's good for you—take him down!" Feng Xian shouted coldly, her voice echoing through the nine heavens.

At her command, the black-and-white elderly women moved simultaneously, reaching out to grab Ye Chen. Their palms were imbued with sealing secret arts, aiming to suppress him in one strike.

Ye Chen didn't waste words and went straight into action. With a sweep of his palm, he obliterated the handprints of the two elderly women. Even as Sheng Ren level experts, they were sent staggering back on the spot.

"So strong." The black-and-white elderly women were shocked in their hearts—not just them, but Feng Xian furrowed her brows as well. Ye Chen's combat power far exceeded their expectations. Two Sheng Ren working together had been repelled in an instant, and he was only a Zhun Sheng.

"Satisfied yet?" Ye Chen glanced at the three of them.

"Arrogant fool." Feng Xian sneered coldly and immediately raised her arm. Her crystalline jade hand pressed down from the sky, infused with numerous Xian Fa and intertwined with the principles of the Feng Dao, its power immense.

"We're both at the Zhun Sheng level—what makes you so superior?" Ye Chen charged upward against the heavens, his fist dominating the eight directions. "And stop looking down on me with that high-and-mighty attitude. It really gets on my nerves."

In an instant, fist met palm, and a thunderous boom shook the nine heavens. Feng Xian was utterly defeated, her jade hand stained with blood on the spot.

"I truly underestimated you." Feng Xian's face was as frosty as ice, still holding herself aloof. Immortal light flowed over her jade hand, and in a single breath, the wounds fully healed—her recovery ability was overwhelmingly dominant.

"I've got other things to do; I don't have time to mess around with you." Ye Chen turned and fled, stepping across the void.

"Do you think you can escape?" Feng Xian snorted coldly, a crimson Xian Jian now in her hand—it was a Sheng Bing. With one sword strike, she unleashed an immortal river, splitting the entire sky.

Ye Chen frowned and abruptly turned back, summoning a golden hand that covered the heavens, wiping out the chaotic world. His expression grew even colder. "For the sake of one Feng Huang Xian Yu, you're actually resorting to lethal techniques."

"You're the one who dares to covet the Feng Huang Xian Fa." Feng Xian swung her sword again, showing no mercy.

"It seems I need to teach you a lesson on behalf of Senior Feng Huang about how to behave." Ye Chen counterattacked, shattering Feng Xian's sword light with a palm strike. He followed with a punch that pierced through the vast void. Even with her powerful Feng bloodline, Feng Xian was forced to stagger back, her body covered in blood.

"How dare you injure me." Struck hard in one blow, Feng Xian gritted her teeth in fury. Who was she? The ninth princess of the Feng Huang clan—when had she ever suffered such humiliation? And from a mere Zhun Sheng at that. Her pride and nobility were completely shattered in that moment.

"Consider yourself lucky I didn't slap you flat," Ye Chen retorted coldly and turned to leave again.

"Stay right there." The black-and-white elderly women crossed the void, deploying their arts once more to block Ye Chen.

"Get lost." Ye Chen roared impatiently, unleashing a massive Monument Smashing Hand that collapsed the void. The two elderly women had barely blocked his path before being sent flying with a single palm strike.

In that instant, Feng Xian caught up again, a beam of immortal light shooting from her brow and transforming into a treasure tower.

It was a fearsome Sheng Bing, inlaid with nine divine beads and etched with ancient Xian Wen. It glowed radiantly all over, surrounded by Feng phenomena, its power extraordinarily fierce.

"Causing trouble." Ye Chen pulled out the Chaos Great Cauldron, shaping it into a spiked club, and swung it fiercely upward against the heavens, smashing the descending tower to pieces.

Pfft!

Feng Xian spat blood. With her natal artifact destroyed, she suffered heavy injuries, her immortal body once again drenched in blood as she was sent hurtling through the air, collapsing several majestic peaks.

"You deserve to die." Seeing Feng Xian gravely wounded, the black-and-white elderly women erupted in rage, charging at Ye Chen with towering killing intent. They each formed powerful divine abilities, deadly techniques in hand.

Ye Chen smirked dismissively and ascended in a single step, rampaging through the nine heavens. He swung his club to knock the black-robed elderly woman flying, then flipped his hand to send the white-robed one soaring into the distant void.

The black-and-white elderly women were done for, their bodies drenched in blood and in worse shape than Feng Xian—they were on the brink of perishing.

This was all thanks to Ye Chen's special treatment. Feng Xian was a princess of the Feng Huang clan, so he didn't dare go all out on her. But you two are different—if you want to kill me, then you need to learn why the flowers are so red.

"This time, you should be convinced." Ye Chen shook his head, stowed the great cauldron, and turned to run.

"Kill him!" Feng Xian shrieked, giving chase, but was held back by the black-and-white elderly women.

"Get out of my way!" Feng Xian was like a madwoman, her once beautiful face now twisted in ferocity, ruining her elegant appearance and losing the noble grace of a Feng Huang clan princess.

"Princess, don't act on impulse." The white-robed elderly woman restrained Feng Xian. "That person is too strange. Even the three of us together can't match him. We should plan carefully."

"What the white elder says is absolutely right." The black-robed elderly woman hurriedly added, "In our earlier battle, I imprinted a Feng Huang Chase Heaven Technique on him. Tracking him won't be difficult. Better to return to the clan and ask the princes to come out. With their strength, they can surely eliminate him."

"Back to the Feng Huang clan." Feng Xian whirled around, her voice as cold as bone, echoing through the nine heavens. Her killing intent toward Ye Chen had reached an uncontrollable peak. How many years had it been? This was the first time in Dong Huang that anyone had dared to offend her so brazenly. As someone of her noble status, how could she endure it?

Meanwhile, the fierce Ye Chen had already bolted eight hundred li away and was still racing onward.

He wasn't afraid of Feng Xian; it was just that her status was special as a descendant of the Feng Huang clan, and with the connection to Feng Huang, if he went too far, his own situation would become awkward.

In a sense, he was avoiding Feng Xian—can't beat her, but I can certainly outrun her.

As he thought about it, he picked up speed again, like a streak of eternal divine light cutting through the void.

It wasn't until nightfall that he landed in an ancient city. The city wasn't large, but it was bustling with people. Even at night, it remained lively, with crowds filling the streets and vendors calling out nonstop.

"Have you heard? The Yao Chi grand event, which happens once every hundred years, is about to begin." As soon as Ye Chen entered the ancient city, he overheard discussions from all around. Groups of people were chatting excitedly.

"This news has spread everywhere—it's hard not to know." An old man at the street corner puffed on his pipe, exhaling deep smoke rings like an ancient mystic. "The Yao Chi Immortal Mother herself extended the invitations, and all the major forces, giants, and renowned figures of Dong Huang are on the list."

"Will the Zhutian Jian Shen be going?" Many people looked at the old man with shining eyes.

"I don't know if he'll go, but it's got nothing to do with us." The old man smacked his lips. "I've lived nearly a thousand years and still don't know what those Yao Chi Pan Tao look like."

"They must taste pretty good." Many people scratched their teeth, drool dripping everywhere.

"Compared to the Pan Tao, I'd rather see the Yao Chi Shen Nu." Someone chuckled with a lecherous grin. "The number one beauty of Dong Huang must be absolutely stunning."

"Who could be worthy of the Dong Shen Yao Chi?" A group of burly men stroked their chins, lost in fantasy—or more accurately, improper thoughts. If they could hold the Yao Chi Shen Nu and sleep with her, even for one night, it would be worth their lives—that feeling must be wonderful.

"Yao Chi grand event, Pan Tao, Dong Shen Yao Chi." Amid the discussions, Ye Chen quietly passed by.

Along his journey, he had heard about the Yao Chi holy land more than once. It was a supreme giant force on par with Kun Lun Xu and Jiu Huang Tian. He had heard plenty of legends about it.

Legend had it that the Yao Chi lineage once produced a great emperor—the Yao Chi Empress, the 130th emperor of Xuan Huang. After her passing, the myriad realms fell into chaos, and catastrophe swept through the entire cultivator world, leading to the rise of the epoch-making Great Accomplished Saint Body, Chen Zhan.

Through endless ages, the Yao Chi lineage had remained prosperous, with talents surpassing each generation. In every imperial road competition, figures from the Yao Chi holy land were always present, shining like stars.

Take this generation's Yao Chi Shen Nu, for example—one of the most astonishing four juniors on the Xuan Huang continent. She was one of them, bearing the title of Dong Shen, which alone spoke volumes of her power. If given enough time to grow, she might even become another Yao Chi Empress.

"This should be quite lively." Ye Chen stroked his chin, wondering if he should head to the Yao Chi holy land to pick a few Pan Tao, chat with Dong Shen Yao Chi, and maybe snag some treasures. If luck was on his side, he could even find quite a few reincarnated souls at the event.

Who knows, if he found out that Dong Shen Yao Chi was a reincarnated soul, would he be thrilled?

As he pondered, he stopped in front of a massive pavilion—it was a sizable gambling house. Even before entering, he could hear the roaring shouts inside, one louder than the next.

He didn't go in right away but stood there with a sigh, as if he could see through the doors to the scene within. Three figures were gathered at a gambling table, yelling with flushed faces.

His luck was good—this ancient city did have reincarnated souls, and not just one, but three. Miraculously, they were all in this gambling house and, even more miraculously, at the same table.

"Yao Wang, Gui Wang, Xue Wang—what fine spirits you have." Rubbing his brow, he finally lifted his foot and stepped inside.