Chapter 1580: My Overbearing Disciple

Di Mie's words were full of profound meaning, adding another layer of mystery to the Tian Xu Jin Qu and making it even more unfathomable.

Ye Chen remained silent, not daring to ask too many questions out of humility. From ancient times, only great emperors were qualified to know such secrets, which were not for an ordinary person like him to easily unravel.

From the depths, Tian Zhu emerged, holding a broken bowl filled with a dark, murky liquid whose contents were unknown.

"Come, drink it." Tian Zhu thrust the bowl toward him.

"What is this?" Ye Chen sniffed it near his nose, and the foul odor nearly made him vomit on the spot.

"Just drink it. So much nonsense." Di Mie snatched the bowl and forced it down Ye Chen's throat.

Ye Chen choked, tears streaming down his face, struggling to catch his breath and nearly passing out as he doubled over in a coughing fit. To his surprise, however, the mysterious black broth extinguished the dead qi throughout his body. Not only that, his qi and blood flowed more smoothly as a result. The taste was awful, but the effects were excellent.

"Is there more? I'd like another bowl." Ye Chen rubbed his hands eagerly.

"Do you think it's just plain water?" Tian Zhu blew his beard in annoyance. "I've been saving this for years and haven't even drunk it myself."

"No wonder it doesn't taste great—it's probably gone bad."

"You got that right." Di Mie placed a hand on Ye Chen's shoulder and pressed him down into a cross-legged position. Immediately, an ancient array appeared beneath Ye Chen. As the array activated, a strange power emanated from it, merging into his body and improving his complexion significantly. That strange power suddenly made him feel drowsy, his eyelids fluttering as his blind eyes slowly closed. He fell asleep, sitting cross-legged at the center of the array.

Tian Zhu and Di Mie didn't idle around. They took out various rare and peculiar items, refining them into Ye Chen's aged body.

"To keep you alive for three more days, we're really going all out." Tian Zhu muttered curses, his face full of pain.

"Even if Ren Wang Fu Xi were here, he might not be able to save him." Di Mie shook his head with a sigh. "Zhou Tian is just too overbearing."

It wasn't until some time later that the two finally stopped. Each sat on a stone, one drinking wine and the other smoking. Meanwhile, Ye Chen slept soundly right there. The Tian Xu Jin Qu was peaceful, but the outside world was in utter chaos. The dark night on the Xuan Huang Continent was far from calm.

The demon clan, allied with forces from all sides, stormed into ancient cities, carrying out frenzied revenge with extremely bloody methods. The Heavenly Court had withdrawn too hastily, leaving behind many assets that were now being uprooted by the demon clan. Countless people were caught in the aftermath, becoming souls claimed by the slaughter.

In reality, Ye Chen's decision to retreat had been correct; it was fortunate they left in time, or the losses would have been catastrophic.

On the tenth day, the sleeping Ye Chen finally opened his eyes slightly. After ten days of sleep, his complexion had indeed improved—he was no longer coughing, and a touch of rosiness had returned to his face.

"You're awake." Tian Zhu and Di Mie glanced at Ye Chen.

"Thank you, both seniors." Ye Chen chuckled, thinking to himself that he should visit here more often in the future—the two old men had plenty of good things, and he might get more benefits.

Just as he was thinking, a loud boom echoed from the direction of the Heavenly Court's immortal mountains. Ye Chen furrowed his brow, trying to look, but he couldn't see.

"Your place is quite lively, isn't it!" Tian Zhu and Di Mie stood with their hands behind their backs, gazing into the distance, instantly seeing what was happening.

Ye Chen didn't respond. He stepped on the immortal fire and rushed straight toward the Heavenly Court. Indeed, the Heavenly Court at that moment was extraordinarily bustling.

Looking up at the sky, one could see two figures engaged in a fierce battle, both young women, and strikingly identical in appearance. The only difference was that one, called Zha Zha, was lively and cheerful, while the other was as cold as ice, their personalities in sharp contrast.

Clearly, the one called Zha Zha was Di Jiu Xian. And the one as cold as ice was the reincarnated Xi Yan, who had ventured into the starry sky and returned to the Xuan Huang Continent. Unfortunately, she still hadn't unlocked the seal of her past life. What was worth noting was her terrifying combat power—Di Jiu Xian was incredibly strong, yet she was no match for her.

"Pressing Di Jiu Xian like this, the seventh one's precious disciple is truly something else." Kui Niu exclaimed in admiration.

"I couldn't handle her anyway." Long Jie tucked his hands away. "I've seen fierce ones, but never this fierce."

"With the master in mortal form, this disciple can shoulder the heavens for him." Bei Sheng smiled lightly. "In this era of the heavens, she is the brightest star."

"Is that Xi Yan? Is that really Xi Yan?" On another mountain peak, Xiong Er, Xie Yun, and Situ Nan gathered, their eyes shining with excitement.

"She probably hasn't unlocked her past life's seal yet." Liu Yi pondered. "Otherwise, she wouldn't fail to recognize us."

"The Holy Lord's disciple is as stunning as ever!" The Heavenly Court cultivators smiled, feeling deeply gratified.

"She deserves the title of the most talented in Da Chu."

"What's going on?" Ye Chen had returned, his blind eyes scanning around, hoping someone would explain.

"Your precious disciple has arrived." Hong Chen Xue laughed.

"Xi Yan?" Ye Chen paused, instinctively looking up, then broke into a smile. "It's her. It's Xi Yan."

"You can see there's an immortal light of memory in her sea of consciousness. She hasn't unlocked the memory seal, so your disciple is in the same category as your former girlfriend." Hong Chen Xue chuckled.

"She'll unlock it eventually." Ye Chen took a deep breath.

"Don't you want to know why your disciple came to the Heavenly Court?"

"Honestly, I'm curious." Ye Chen turned his head slightly.

"Because of us." Chu Ling Yu, the five kings of Da Chu, and the imperial descendants stepped forward, all with pale expressions.

Ye Chen frowned again, sensing that their auras were unstable—they were all injured, and seriously so.

"We went out without your orders to hunt down Feng Xian." Chu Ling Yu shook her head with a smile. "She tricked us, trapping us in a barrier. We were nearly refined, but thanks to your precious disciple passing by, we barely escaped with our lives."

"Did you manage to eliminate Feng Xian?" Ye Chen looked at them with a smile.

"Surviving was lucky enough." The demon king smiled awkwardly. "It proves you know her best."

"As long as you're alive, that's good. Don't go out on your own again."

"Your disciple really puts us to shame." Kui Yu Jiang sighed. "Feng Xian could make Bei Sheng spit blood with one palm, yet your disciple had her completely suppressed."

"I can imagine how miserable Feng Xian must have looked." Ye Chen smiled, looking up again. Though his eyes were blind, it was as if he could see Xi Yan—his own disciple.

"I'm done fighting. I give up." In the sky above, Di Jiu Xian jumped around energetically, having been beaten to the point of losing her temper.

The reincarnated Xi Yan stopped, her young face expressionless, carrying a plain zither that made her appear ethereal under the moonlight. Her clear eyes scanned the area before finally settling on Ye Chen, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

In the past, she had visited Wu Zhi Shan and seen the suppressed Ye Chen. She never expected to meet again and find the once world-shaking Huang Gu Sheng Ti reduced to an ordinary mortal.

"Xi Yan, he is your master." Chu Ling Yu smiled and gently waved, beckoning the reincarnated Xi Yan over.

Master? Again, master? The reincarnated Xi Yan's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. Earlier, Di Jiu Xian had insisted she was the disciple of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti, and she had thought it was just nonsense. But upon arriving here, she realized it wasn't just Di Jiu Xian—everyone here believed the same. The people of the Heavenly Court felt familiar and warm to her, as if she had met them before, like family.

"Xi Yan." Ye Chen spoke, his voice hoarse.

That single call, both familiar and strange, made Xi Yan involuntarily step forward. She descended from the sky and landed on the Jade Maiden Peak. She came, and Chu Ling Yu and the others tactfully stepped back. Everyone in the Heavenly Court knew how much Xi Yan loved her master.

Xi Yan stood like a statue, motionless. She simply gazed quietly at Ye Chen, unable to believe that this aged elder was the once-dominant Sheng Ti.

Ye Chen's aged body trembled as he reached out, perhaps walking too hastily and missing his step, causing him to stumble forward. Xi Yan stepped forward and caught him, realizing then that Ye Chen was blind. Her heart inexplicably ached for a moment.

In that brief daze, a pair of aged hands reached toward her face. He couldn't see, so he traced her features this way.