Chapter 1398: A Bit Chaotic

The Yaozu Shenzi had been carried away, but the Mozu Shenzi stood up and strode onto the battle platform, his laughter a mix of demonic fierceness and cruelty.

“It won’t make much difference if you add me to the four great Shenzi I just defeated.”

Ye Chen grabbed a handful of pills and shoved them into his mouth, following them with various healing elixirs, consuming them as if they were worthless. His appetite was enormous.

“If I win, the demonic blood in your body is mine.” The Mozu Shenzi licked his crimson tongue, his eyes fixed on Ye Chen with greed, as if he could see the rampant demonic blood within him.

“What are you wagering?” Ye Chen smiled, watching the Mozu Shenzi with interest.

“Does this treasure catch your eye?” The Mozu Shenzi waved his hand, and an object floated in his palm. It was a precious pot radiating demonic energy, a powerful magical artifact.

“Lian Yao Hu?” An elder cultivator narrowed his ancient eyes, seemingly recognizing the pot.

“It’s likely the great saint weapon that once suppressed the Yaozu demon kings.” Someone stroked their chin, glancing towards the Yaozu Shenzi as they spoke, their expression peculiar.

As everyone watched, the unconscious Yaozu Shenzi woke up. But upon seeing the Lian Yao Hu floating in the Mozu Shenzi’s hand, he said nothing before spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood and fainting on the spot again.

The onlookers sighed at the irony. Earlier, the Yaozu Shenzi had wagered the Feng Mo Ta, enraging the Mozu Shenzi. Now, the Mozu Shenzi had come forward with the Lian Yao Hu as his stake, directly shocking the newly awakened Yaozu Shenzi back into unconsciousness.

Yaochi Xianmu rubbed her forehead, feeling an urge to lash out. What was supposed to be a grand Yaochi gathering had turned into a battleground for the Shenzi to challenge the Sheng Ti. She strongly suspected these youngsters were here to cause trouble, only interested in their fights and leaving her Yaochi in utter disarray.

As she thought about it, Yaochi Xianmu glanced at Ji Ningshuang, her eyes seeming to say: If I had known your old friend would be this popular, I never would have let him enter Yaochi Xian Mountain.

Ji Ningshuang coughed lightly and pulled out her Wuzi Shu, burying her head in it with great diligence.

In contrast, the cultivators from all sides were highly excited, their cheers rising like waves, mostly from the younger ones, with even many elder saints joining in from time to time.

On the battle platform, Ye Chen and the Mozu Shenzi had already clashed, their movements tremendously fierce.

The Mozu Shenzi’s forehead was etched with ancient demonic patterns, his back supported by a vast primordial demonic land, like a supreme demon king. His demonic aura rampaged wildly, carrying forces of violence, bloodlust, and annihilation that blanketed the sky and earth.

The Xianzu’s attacks were peerless, and the Mozu’s amplification was overwhelmingly strong. After unlocking his Shen Cang Mo Dao, the Mozu Shenzi’s combat power surged by a full level, his demonic divine abilities and secret techniques incredibly domineering.

Ye Chen dared not underestimate him and activated his Mo Dao from the start. Though his amplification couldn’t compare to the Mozu Shenzi’s, his foundation was profound. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti’s vital energy surged like rivers, enhanced by the cycle of combat power, making him like an eight-desert war god, his sacred body forged from golden essence.

This battle was even more bloody and brutal than his fight with the Yaozu Shenzi. Both Ye Chen and the Mozu Shenzi, having activated their Mo Dao, fought like madmen, oblivious to pain and defense, launching attack after relentless attack, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth.

“Fight! Beat him to a pulp!” The battle raged fiercely in the skies above, while below was just as lively. Qi Wang, that fellow, seemed to have been fired up, hugging a jar of wine and howling at the top of his lungs.

“Noisy.” A Mozu Da Sheng snorted coldly, his icy and bloodthirsty gaze shooting over.

“Don’t try to scare me.” Qi Wang shook his head drunkenly and positioned himself behind Jiu Jianxian, glancing sideways at the three Mozu Da Sheng with his large, donkey-like eyes, as if daring them to make a move.

The Mozu Da Sheng was furious, but upon seeing Jiu Jianxian, he immediately backed down. The young cultivators might not recognize that drunkard, but how could they not? His background was far too powerful.

Jiu Jianxian hadn’t said a word from the beginning, only focusing on his drunken drinking, as if oblivious to the battle above. In his eyes, nothing in the world seemed to matter more than the wine in his jar.

Yaochi Xianmu stole a glance at him, though it lasted only a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and enchantment, revealing a rare feminine tenderness unbecoming of Yaochi’s immortal matriarch.

“Since you and the Jianxian have feelings for each other, why torment yourself like this?” Ji Ningshuang, still buried in her book, sent a casual voice transmission, as if she knew Yaochi Xianmu had been sneaking a look at Jiu Jianxian.

“Our best years have long passed.” Yaochi Xianmu smiled and lifted her jade cup, a touch of sorrow in her expression. Though her face was peerlessly beautiful, it couldn’t hide the weariness in her aged heart.

“The Jianxian has grown old too. How much longer will you make him wait?” Ji Ningshuang gently turned the pages of her ancient book. “He’s buried his best years in this endless waiting. Will you only give him your world-shaking smile when time turns to dust in history?”

Yaochi Xianmu said nothing more and, like Jiu Jianxian, quietly drank her wine, cup after cup. He was like a drunkard, and she like a female tippler, drinking until her eyes grew hazy.

Ji Ningshuang didn’t speak further, only continuing to read her book. As she did, a voice drifted into her ear: “Immortal maiden, do you have time tonight? Let’s admire the moon together!”

Ji Ningshuang lifted her gaze slightly and scanned around before her eyes settled on Longzu Shenzi. There he was, propping up his cheek with one hand, flashing her a set of pearly white teeth.

“Forget about admiring the moon.” Ji Ningshuang lowered her eyes. “I have plenty of entertaining books here. I could lend you a few to look at—maybe you’d even pass the imperial exams if you went to the mortal world.”

“You’re no fun chatting like that. Are you forcing me to be overbearing?”

“Don’t cause trouble—you couldn’t beat me.”

“How embarrassing.” Longzu Shenzi drooped his head and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

“Long Jie, why won’t you look at me? I’m pretty too.” Lingzu Shen Nü rested her chin on her hands, blinking her clear, spiritual eyes at Longzu Shenzi with a lovestruck expression.

“Or maybe you could spare a glance for me.” Wuzu Shenzi propped up his cheek with one hand, gazing longingly at Guzu Shen Nü. “What’s he got that I don’t?”

“Then what about me? How do I compare to Lingzu Lingxin?” Guzu Shen Nü rested her chin on her hands and pouted as she looked at Wuzu Shenzi. “I’m a bit small, but people grow up eventually!”

“This relationship is a bit messy!” Qi Wang, sitting across from them, caught sight of the scene by accident and was stunned. “These Shenzi and Shen Nü sure know how to play.”

“He actually has Xian Lun Yan.” On one side, Jiu Jianxian, who had been silent, suddenly looked up, his hazy, drunken eyes fixed on Ye Chen battling the Mozu Shenzi in the sky.

“If even the Jianxian took this long to sense that kid’s immortal eyes, the Xianzu people probably haven’t noticed.” Qi Wang muttered to himself, glancing at the Xianzu Shenzi as he spoke. The Xianzu Shenzi looked relaxed, watching the sky with a mocking expression full of disdain.

After shifting his gaze from the Xianzu Shenzi, Qi Wang glanced at the Mozu Shenzi, Yaozu Shenzi, Feng Huang Shen Nü, and Shenzu Shenzi. Those four were all grim-faced, frantically swallowing healing divine pills, as if ready for another eight hundred rounds with Ye Chen.

Among them, Qi Wang found the Manzu Shenzi more agreeable. That big guy was carefree, polishing his massive wolf-tooth club with a rag.

“Defeated! The Mozu Shenzi is defeated.” As Qi Wang watched, someone plummeted from the sky.

Looking closely, it was the Mozu Shenzi. His demonic light had completely faded, his aura dissipated, his body a bloody mess, reduced to something unrecognizable, crashing into the ground and forming a deep crater.

“I don’t believe it.” The Mozu Shenzi roared and charged back into the sky, his hair disheveled, eyes savage and bloodthirsty, like a true demon, terrifying and ominous.

“Then I’ll beat you until you do.” Ye Chen descended from the heavens and slapped the Mozu Shenzi squarely across the face. The Mozu Shenzi, who had just soared up, was sent crashing down again in an instant.

This time, he didn’t get up, lying feebly in the crater, blood pouring from his mouth, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye Chen, yearning to fight on but lacking the strength.

“Another one crippled.” Seeing no movement from that side, the spectators sighed.

“The Sheng Ti has fought four Shenzi in a row and is already half-crippled, yet the Mozu Shenzi lost so miserably.” Someone clicked their tongue. “Is he just too weak, or is the Sheng Ti too strong?”

“There’s no denying it—the Sheng Ti is too strong.” Many people took a sharp breath. “The myth of invincibility in the same realm isn’t just talk. He has the right to stand shoulder to shoulder with Dong Shen.”

Amid the discussions, the Mozu Da Sheng rushed forward and carried away the Mozu Shenzi. They had wanted to settle scores with Ye Chen, but the Yaochi Da Sheng were watching too closely, giving them no chance to act.

Ye Chen also descended, nearly collapsing as his feet touched the ground. Once he steadied himself, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and staggered, on the verge of falling at any moment.

Having battled five Shenzi consecutively, even someone as strong as him was wrecked, his Sheng Ti nearly destroyed. The sacred light had faded, his golden vital energy depleted, leaving only bloodied bones and overwhelming killing intent.

Still, being able to defeat five Shenzi in a row and survive was something to be proud of.

No one dared underestimate Ye Chen now, whether elder quasi-emperors or young cultivators.

After a few seconds of silence, people subconsciously looked toward the Xianzu Shenzi, Longzu Shenzi, Wuzu Shenzi, Guzu Shen Nü, and Lingzu Shen Nü, wondering if anyone else would step up. In his current state, even the invincible Sheng Ti in the same realm would surely lose.

However, after waiting a long time, no one moved. The Xianzu Shenzi simply drank his wine mockingly, while the other Shenzi and Shen Nü were occupied with their own things. The Sheng Ti was in such a state—who would want to go up now? Even if they won, it wouldn’t be honorable. Better to save face.

“I’ll do it.” In the midst of the silence, a loud shout echoed through the gathering, and before the words even faded, a figure leaped onto the battle platform—it was the Tian Fa Sheng Di Shenzi.

Not only him, but Cang Ling Shenzi and Yu Hua Shenzi also jumped out.

Even the Ri Yue Shenzi, who had been swatted away by Ye Chen earlier, drew his killing sword and stepped forward, surrounding the platform. They all gritted their teeth, their faces twisted in ferocity, waiting for the Tian Fa Shenzi to finish before they took their turn to deal with Ye Chen, clearly intent on not letting him leave alive.