Chapter 1591: A Familiar Feeling

Time slipped away quietly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On Yunu Peak, Ye Chen lay quietly on the bed, breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully and oblivious to the world's chaos.

He no longer looked aged; his skin was smooth and youthful, his face flushed with vitality and full of radiance.

In every way, except for his lack of cultivation, he was in the prime of life.

In his sleep, he occasionally smiled, as if dreaming of a beautiful woman in a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, though her face was indistinct and dreamlike.

Moonlight bathed his face, and he opened his eyes.

Without a word, he stared at the ceiling, his deep gaze gradually dispelling its confusion and regaining its ancient clarity.

Hengyue Sect—this was Hengyue Sect, the aura of Yunu Peak.

This aura had haunted his dreams for three hundred years, etched into his soul, impossible to erase no matter how much time passed.

"You're awake."

Before he could grow excited, a casual voice reached him from beside the bed, accompanied by a yawn.

Ye Chen sat up at once and saw a white-haired young man standing there with his hands in his pockets, legs crossed, staring at him.

"You're..."

Ye Chen sized up the white-haired young man, sensing that he was no ordinary person—his aura was concealed, returning to a state of pure simplicity.

"Fuxi."

The white-haired young man answered casually.

"You're... the Human King?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then realized why he had come back to life—it must have been Fuxi who altered his fate and saved him from that calamity.

However, this Human King was different from what he had imagined— he seemed a bit sleazy and punchable, sitting there and fidgeting restlessly.

"Here, take this and keep it safe."

Fuxi handed him a bundle.

"What's this?"

Ye Chen took it and instinctively unwrapped it.

Inside was a wedding dress, the kind a bride would wear on her wedding day.

He was baffled and looked at Fuxi in confusion.

"Just keep it. When it's late at night and quiet, talk to her."

Fuxi's words were laden with meaning.

"Talk to her?"

Ye Chen was completely puzzled.

"I've already cleared your Zhou Tian for you. From tonight onward, you can cultivate again."

Fuxi continued.

"Thank you for saving me, senior."

Ye Chen expressed his sincere gratitude.

"You've suffered too much from Zhou Tian's torment. Though I've saved you, you only have three years left to live. Make the most of it."

"It's enough to have three more years when I should have died already."

"You're quite optimistic."

Fuxi raised an eyebrow, pulled a book from his sleeve, and handed it over. "This is for you."

What Fuxi gave him was naturally valuable, but when Ye Chen opened the book, he was surprised to find it contained no words at all.

"The Book of No Words."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The book has no words, but your heart does. The book is the universe, and the words are all things. Reading it is like cultivating; when the book has no words, you've transcended the heavens and earth, and in becoming ordinary, you've reached the ultimate sanctity of all things."

Fuxi spoke slowly.

"Transcending the heavens and earth, the ultimate sanctity of all things."

Ye Chen murmured softly.

Only then did he realize that the person who had given Ji Ningshuang the Book of No Words in the past was the very Fuxi standing before him.

It was because of him that Ji Ningshuang had become so obsessed with books.

Thinking of Ji Ningshuang, he looked at Fuxi with hope. "Senior, with your vast knowledge, do you know where the Yaochi Shen Nü is?"

"You'll meet when the time is right. Some things can't be forced."

"You're right."

Ye Chen gave a dry laugh, still remembering that embarrassing scene from long ago, even after all this time.

"Rest up!"

Fuxi patted Ye Chen on the shoulder and turned to leave, hands in his pockets, like a sneaky thief.

A faint voice drifted back: "When you have time, read the book more and talk to the wedding dress."

"I get reading the book, but this wedding dress..."

Ye Chen scratched his head, unsure what to make of it.

The dress carried the faint scent of a woman, and it felt familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he'd smelled it before.

Putting those thoughts aside, he slowly got up and pushed open the door.

A long-lost aura rushed toward him, warm and comforting.

As he expected, no one was waiting outside— not a soul in sight.

The people of Hengyue Sect, and even all of Great Chu, seemed to have an unspoken understanding, giving him time to reflect.

This was Yunu Peak, where his two most beloved women had once been. Though they were gone, the ancient memories lingered.

Ye Chen stepped out the door, gazing greedily at every flower and blade of grass on Yunu Peak, as if each held their shadows.

This was the true Yunu Peak, nothing like the imitation in Xuan Huang. Three hundred years had passed, yet the air still carried their fragrance.

He climbed to the top of Yunu Peak, where he could see half of Hengyue Sect, just as in his memories— like a hazy fairyland.

"Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, I'm home. Where are you?"

His murmured words on the quiet Yunu Peak echoed with the weight of ages.

The night passed without incident, and dawn broke with a new day.

Before the sky was fully light, Ye Chen left Hengyue Sect on a burst of flame.

Then, step by step, he ascended the stone stairs, just as he had on his first visit to Hengyue Sect all those years ago— the feeling still fresh in his memory.

Passing by the small spirit garden, he saw Zhang Fengnian and Xiao Ying.

Unfortunately, he didn't see Hu Wa, that honest young boy. There had been no word from him; perhaps he was lost in the depths of the stars, or maybe his soul had scattered three hundred years ago, turning to dust in history.

Zhang Fengnian smiled warmly, like a kind grandfather.

Ye Chen smiled back and continued up the stairs, entering Hengyue Sect.

In the early morning, the Hengyue disciples were diligent, many already out practicing, their origins restored as they sought to reclaim their former cultivation.

Seeing Ye Chen approach, the disciples were all stunned for a moment. After two or three seconds, they bowed in unison. "We greet the Holy Lord."

"Don't mind me; I'm just wandering around."

Ye Chen smiled and waved, looking at their familiar faces, feeling a warmth in his heart.

He headed toward the Spirit Pill Pavilion. Passing by the Wind and Cloud Platform, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, recalling so many events from the past.

The same went for the Discipline Hall and the Spirit Grass Garden— all filled with memories.

"Oh dear, who do we have here!"

As soon as Ye Chen entered the Spirit Pill Pavilion, a sigh rang out— it was Xu Fu.

"No pills left? I'll just grab some."

Ye Chen helped himself, lifting the lid of the alchemy furnace and pulling out the unfinished pills. "Still six-pattern spirit pills. Jackpot."

"Not bad, are they?"

Xu Fu's face darkened completely.

"They're alright."

Ye Chen chewed them rhythmically, the half-finished six-pattern pills directly boosting him to Zhen Yang Realm.

"Here, I have some too."

Qi Yue chuckled and handed over a storage bag, a charming blush flashing across her cheeks. She still remembered kissing Ye Chen when he left years ago.

"You're the best, senior sister."

Ye Chen grinned.

"So good, why not marry her!"

Xu Fu said with a smile.

"Master!"

Qi Yue stamped her foot and turned to leave.

"Still shy."

Xu Fu stroked his beard and chuckled.

Ye Chen was unfazed, one hand holding the storage bag and the other popping pills into his mouth, his eyes scanning the Spirit Pill Pavilion.

After looking around, his gaze settled on the storage bag at Xu Fu's waist— that one probably had plenty of pills.

"Get out, get out!"

Xu Fu blew his beard and glared, kicking Ye Chen out with a strong force that sent him flying.

Ye Chen landed by climbing down from a tree— lucky he had cultivation now, or that fall might have killed him.

Next, he appeared at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, where Pang Dahai was fiddling with an abacus, convinced the accounts were off and money was missing.

"Elder, did you miss me?"

Ye Chen walked in with a sack and started clearing the shelves, stuffing medicinal herbs, spirit liquids, spirit beads, and jade pendants into it without a second thought.

"Miss you? Of course!"

Pang Dahai took Ye Chen's sack. As Ye Chen put things in, he took them out, his eyes still sharp and alert.

"Don't be so stingy; I'm not taking them for free."

"That little fatty Xiong Er and Xie Yun, Situ Nan— those brats said the same thing, and in the end, I didn't get a single coin."

"I'm not them; I'm the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court."

Ye Chen snatched back the sack and continued his sweep.

In the end, he was thrown out headfirst, landing in a nearby mud pit.

A passing disciple pulled him out.

The guy was easygoing, as if nothing had happened.

From afar, he spotted the Spirit Artifact Pavilion, where Zhou Dafu was lounging in a chair by the door, humming a tune.

Ye Chen headed straight for the pavilion.

"Oh, when did you wake up?"

Zhou Dafu jumped up. As soon as Ye Chen's foot crossed the threshold, he yanked him back, afraid he'd steal something.

"Let's go inside and chat!"

Ye Chen tried to enter again.

"This is fine right here."

Zhou Dafu dragged him out and quickly locked the door with a big padlock.

"You're acting like you're guarding against a thief."

Ye Chen's face darkened.

"Better safe than sorry; it puts my mind at ease."

Zhou Dafu said meaningfully, gripping the key tightly.

Ye Chen's mouth twitched, feeling like he'd been struck by lightning.

He kept walking, like a tourist strolling through the sect.

The feeling from the past had returned— not just for him, but for the Hengyue Sect disciples and elders as well.

Ye Chen was still the same shameless Ye Chen.

After circling around, night fell once more.

Back on Yunu Peak, many graceful figures were already waiting. Seeing him arrive, they couldn't hold back their tears, each one smiling through them.

"Master!"

Xi Yan threw herself into Ye Chen's arms, hugging him tightly and crying like a tearful mess.

"Little girl, take it easy."

Ye Chen coughed up blood heavily; his weak cultivation nearly got him crushed.

Xi Yan quickly eased her grip, just wiping her tears and giggling. "You promised to marry me, so you can't go back on it this time."

"And us too!"

Liu Ruyan, Shangguan Yuer, Bi You, Lin Shihua, Haotian Shiyue, and Luo Xi all blinked their beautiful eyes. "We wouldn't mind sharing the bridal chamber tonight."

"My back's not up to it."

Ye Chen clutched his waist, found a spot to sit, and kept coughing up blood— Xi Yan's hug had been too strong.

"Come on, let's help you recover."

The women laughed and brought out pills, dissolving them one by one into his body to heal him.

The pills were numerous and of high quality, mending his broken bones and directly advancing him to Ling Xu Realm— incredibly powerful.

"This leveling speed is truly exciting."

Ye Chen sighed, though a bit awkwardly— he had the lowest cultivation among them.

"Be a good boy and listen, okay? Our tempers aren't the best."

Liu Ruyan winked playfully, her smile radiant.

"You weren't like this in your past life."

Ye Chen coughed.

"You said it yourself, that was a past life. People change!"

"That's true, but your cultivation..."

Ye Chen stroked his chin, noticing that Liu Ruyan was a Sheng Ren.

"Great Chu suppresses cultivation, but Tianxuan Gate doesn't. After being sealed as an emperor, I joined Tianxuan Gate."

"No wonder."

Ye Chen laughed, happy for Liu Ruyan.

Who would have thought that the former princess of the mortal world would become the eleventh emperor of Great Chu? She was born for cultivation.

Yunu Peak grew lively, the scent of wine filling the air and drawing many people.

Xiong Er, Xie Yun, and Situ Nan showed up with their families, each one boasting loudly.

Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, Pang Dahai, and Dao Xuan arrived too, each carrying wine jars and declaring they wouldn't stop until they were drunk.

After three hundred years, this long-lost feeling brought endless emotions, untold laments, and inexhaustible sighs— the world had seen so much change.

In their drunken haze, someone was the first to gaze up at the stars.

Soon, many others looked up, Hengyue Sect missing too many people— no one knew where they were or if they were still alive.