Chapter 1502: Infiltration

Ye Chen departed without attracting any attention, like a beam of *xian guang* streaking across the sky.

He had underestimated the Kunpeng Zu; they had actually sent a fake one. In such an absurd situation, he had no choice but to take the risk and enter the Kunpeng Zu, aiming to eliminate the Kunpeng Taizi before he could seal himself.

As it turned out, his decision was a good one. He sent his clone to attract attention from all sides, while his true self could handle many tasks that no one would dare imagine.

The Kunpeng Zu was an incredibly powerful race, with ancestors who had produced a great emperor, along with quasi-emperors and extreme dao emperor weapons for protection. Even a quasi-emperor might not dare to infiltrate, let alone a saint-level cultivator like him.

Ye Chen's clone was still counting, the people from all directions were still watching, and figures like Kunpeng Huang were secretly searching. Everything unfolded in a strange manner, with no one uncovering the true mystery.

Ye Chen had already arrived at an ancient city and stepped into a transmission array, heading toward the Kunpeng Zu's territory.

In this way, he passed through dozens of ancient city transmission arrays one after another, covering hundreds of thousands of *li*, before coming to a stop in the vast emptiness. He focused his gaze and looked into the distance.

In the distance stood a majestic range of mountains, with nearly ten thousand peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy and mysterious, hidden by secret formations that obscured any clear view of the interior.

That was the Kunpeng Zu, with defenses even stronger than those of the Kongque Zu, all because their ancestors had produced a great emperor.

He changed his appearance, transforming into a purple-haired youth, adopting the identity of the Kunpeng Zu's Ninth Prince. He used Zhou Tian to conceal his aura and mimicked the Ninth Prince's bloodline and essence.

The Kunpeng Zu's Ninth Prince had been captured by him earlier, during an incident when he seized someone from the Jinwu Zu—it was a precautionary measure, and now it came in handy. As long as the Ninth Prince's *yuan shen* jade token hadn't shattered, he could use this identity to blend in and stir up trouble. He was quite experienced in such matters.

Indeed, this was his plan to sneak in. The Kunpeng Zu had an extreme dao emperor weapon suppressing the heavens, restricting the Xian Lun and Tian Dao, and there were quasi-emperors guarding the interior. If he tried to escape into the area using Tian Dao, he would surely be discovered. After thinking it through, this method was dangerous but reliable.

Once everything was prepared, he set off and landed outside the Kunpeng Xian Shan, using the identity of the Kunpeng Zu's Eighth Prince to send a message into the mountain.

“Still not quickly open the barrier and let this king in.”

“Eighth Prince?” The elder guarding the immortal mountain exclaimed in surprise. “Where did the Eighth Prince come from?”

“This king’s whereabouts still need to be reported to you?” Ye Chen snorted coldly. “Quickly open the barrier.”

“It was this subordinate’s mistake.” The elder didn’t think twice and directly opened the Kunpeng barrier.

The elder didn’t suspect a thing and didn’t even verify Ye Chen’s identity. After all, the Kunpeng Zu was so powerful that no one in their right mind would impersonate a prince and come here looking for trouble.

Ye Chen was banking on that mentality, and without any effort, he slipped into the Kunpeng Zu.

Once inside the Kunpeng Zu, Ye Chen glanced around. The inner world was full of shifting dimensions, with the entire sky resembling a starry expanse, created by a powerful secret technique where every star was real.

The Kunpeng Zu was even stronger than he had imagined, teeming with experts, many of whom were in self-sealing states. Numerous places were inscribed with hidden array patterns, some of which carried an aura of desolation and decay.

The peaks here were scattered and towering, with countless pavilions and towers, many suspended in the air like celestial cities in the mortal world. They appeared close but were enveloped in swirling mists, seeming more distant than a dream.

After scanning his surroundings, Ye Chen looked up slightly toward the ethereal void, parting the layers of clouds to see a golden divine sword—that was the Kunpeng Zu's extreme dao emperor weapon.

It was a genuine emperor artifact, surrounded by emperor dao principles, radiating divine light and exuding supreme pressure. It suppressed the entire realm, solidifying space and forcing even vital energy into stillness.

Turning his gaze from the extreme dao emperor weapon, he looked toward a certain spot deep in the immortal mountain—a underground palace where quasi-emperor aura flowed. The Kunpeng Zu's old ancestor was inside, but in a state of slumber.

“Ninth Prince?” Seeing Ye Chen standing there motionless, the elder guarding the mountain gate called out tentatively. For some reason, the Ninth Prince gave him an odd feeling.

“Guard your mountain gate properly.” Ye Chen glanced at the elder, his tone authoritative.

With that, he flicked his sleeve and left, walking with an arrogant stride and an overbearing demeanor. He had searched the Ninth Prince's soul, so he understood the prince's personality well and was imitating it to a tee.

Watching Ye Chen’s retreating figure, the elder guarding the mountain gate couldn’t help but mutter to himself. “He’s just riding on his father’s coattails—who else would even know who he is? What’s there to be so cocky about?”

Ye Chen was unaware of the elder’s grumbling. His eyes were fixed on a particular mountain peak, where at the summit, in a cave dwelling, the Kunpeng Taizi was cultivating in meditation.

With his Xian Yan combined with Zhou Tian, he could locate the emperor weapon, the quasi-emperor, and now the Kunpeng Taizi—nothing could hide from him. It was like having two powerful cheats.

Along the way, the phrase he heard most was “Greetings, Ninth Prince,” mostly from the Kunpeng Zu’s illegitimate disciples, with even ordinary elders bowing respectfully. He was, after all, a prince.

“Oh? You’re still alive?” As he walked, a voice with a sarcastic tone suddenly rang out.

Before the words settled, a young man in golden robes approached slowly, holding a folding fan, his lips curved in a playful, mocking smile—just like the Kunpeng Taizi, the kind of person you’d want to punch on sight.

Ye Chen didn’t even turn to look; from the voice alone, he knew it was the Kunpeng Zu's Third Prince. He was a legitimate heir, sharing the same mother as the Kunpeng Taizi, which made his status far superior to that of the illegitimate princes. It was just his luck that he wasn’t the chosen heir.

On the surface, the Kunpeng Zu appeared harmonious, but underneath, there were hidden undercurrents. Some princes were always scheming to eliminate the Kunpeng Taizi and take his position, with the goal of inheriting the throne one day.

This Third Prince was one of them. Greed for power and benefits had turned his own blood brother, the Kunpeng Taizi, into a thorn in his side. He was always plotting to rise, but it never quite worked out.

Compared to the Kunpeng Taizi, this Third Prince fell short in every way. Though he was also a saint, his talent and bloodline were lacking. Ye Chen could see at a glance that he lacked the qualifications to be emperor, no matter how much support he had.

“What high spirits you have, Third Brother!” Ye Chen said with a forced smile. From the Ninth Prince’s memories, this Third Prince had often bullied him, so he couldn’t show any warmth and had to avoid slipping up.

“I heard you went out for training. Why weren’t you wiped out?” The Third Prince chuckled darkly, his words blunt and unmasked. “The Kunpeng Taizi has so many enemies—why weren’t you caught in the crossfire?”

“This one thought to help Third Brother rise to the position, but I didn’t expect Third Brother to wish for my quick death.” Ye Chen sighed dramatically, his acting spot-on and more polished than before.

His words made the Third Prince narrow his eyes slightly.

“You want to help me rise?”

“Doesn’t Third Brother want to?” Ye Chen smiled leisurely. “The Kunpeng Taizi is arrogant and reckless; the elders have long grown tired of him. Now, with all his enemies, the Kunpeng Zu has suffered heavy losses, and he could be removed at any moment. This is a golden opportunity—if Third Brother doesn’t seize it, how can you bring him down?”

“You’re different from before.” The Third Prince laughed with hidden meaning, though a flash of fervent light passed through his eyes. Ye Chen’s words had truly stirred him.

“Those who understand the times are great heroes—this is the truth I learned from my training.” Ye Chen chuckled and walked away, his voice fading into the distance. “Third Brother, think it over. If you’re willing, this brother will do everything in his power to help you ascend.”

The Third Prince said nothing, his eyes gleaming even brighter, his mind ablaze from Ye Chen’s persuasion.

Though his back was turned, Ye Chen could still sense that fervent gaze, but he ignored it completely. If not for running into him by chance, who had time for idle chatter? He was here to kill.

Still, Third Prince, you might actually get your chance, because after today, the Kunpeng Zu's Kunpeng Taizi will be reduced to ashes, leaving the position vacant for any prince to claim.

As he spoke, Ye Chen had already stepped onto the mountain peak where the Kunpeng Taizi resided—that was the prince’s exclusive domain, truly luxurious and extravagant, lined with exotic flowers and rare grasses.

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up at the sight; several of those plants were precious materials essential for refining eight-veined golden elixirs, nowhere to be found outside, yet plentiful here on this peak.

If not for his mission, he might have swept them all away, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the time.