Chapter 1594: My Wife, Someone Hit Me

Ye Chen returned to Hengyue Sect just as dawn was breaking.

As soon as he reached the foot of Yunu Peak, he spotted Xiong Er's massive figure standing on a rock, surrounded by a crowd of people.

"See that? This is a yuan stone."

Xiong Er held up a yuan stone, spitting excitedly as he spoke.

"The currency from Zhutian Wanyu looks good, and it's much more valuable than ling stones."

The disciples below stared with glittering eyes.

"Hold on."

Xiong Er said, then leaped down from the rock and waddled towards Ye Chen, his large frame jiggling.

Ye Chen, who was about to head up Yunu Peak, was abruptly pulled back.

With that done, Xiong Er pinned Ye Chen to the ground and gave him a thorough beating, leaving the bystanders stunned.

"What in the world are you doing, you lunatic!"

Ye Chen swore loudly, completely bewildered by Xiong Er's attack.

"It's not often I get to see you weaker than me, so I have to seize the opportunity to beat you."

Xiong Er straddled Ye Chen and kept raining down punches.

That single sentence nearly made Ye Chen spit blood. So, just because I'm weaker, I deserve to be beaten? What kind of logic is that?

The scene became utterly chaotic, with the disciples watching in astonishment.

Who was Ye Chen? The legendary Holy Lord of Tianting, the supreme emperor of Dachu who shook the heavens, a ruthless figure who had even slain emperors.

Yet here he was, being pinned down and pummeled by Xiong Er. The sight was simply unbelievable.

"Xifu, someone is beating me."

Unable to fight back, Ye Chen started shouting for help, his voice booming with authority.

And it worked. From Yunu Peak, a group of women came rushing down, each one possessing stunning beauty.

These women were, without a doubt, Ye Chen's beloved partners—not just one or two, but over a dozen of them.

"You fat idiot."

The women rolled up their sleeves and immediately surrounded Xiong Er.

Screams of pain erupted instantly, and the scene was too brutal to watch.

"Xifu, someone is hitting me."

Xiong Er began to wail as well.

"Serves you right for getting hit."

Tang Ruxuan's voice rang out.

"Come on, let me join in."

Ye Chen squeezed into the crowd.

Xiong Er had barely crawled out before being dragged back in, and without a word, he was beaten again.

The women didn't hold back—they didn't even use their hands, just kicked him relentlessly, aiming to injure and overpower.

The screams eventually died down, and only then did Ye Chen straighten his clothes, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.

"Xianggong, let's go home."

The women fluttered their eyes at him, still delighted by that earlier cry of "xifu."

"This is a bit embarrassing."

Ye Chen chuckled awkwardly.

On his life, he had only said that out of desperation earlier, and now it had attracted quite a crowd.

"Let's go."

The women giggled and linked arms with Ye Chen as they headed up the mountain, each moving with graceful steps and smiles as bright as flowers.

After they left, the disciples gathered from all sides.

Xiong Er was a mess, no longer looking like a person—just a lump on the ground, like a flattened meat patty.

Everyone couldn't help but grimace, feeling a chill run through their bodies.

This proved that it was best not to mess with Holy Lord Ye Chen.

Provoking him was one thing, but never, ever provoke his group of xifus.

They were all saint-level experts, each one incredibly beautiful yet fiercely strong, with kicks that were brutally effective.

Up on Yunu Peak, laughter and chatter filled the air as the women kept giggling over that word "xifu," as if they had eaten something sweet—it was pure bliss.

As for Ye Chen, he had already settled under a large tree, pulling out that blank heavenly book and burying himself in it with intense focus.

If Xie Yun and the others were here, they would surely lecture him.

With so many beautiful xifus around and you're just reading some book? Don't waste it on me—it's a waste of youth and life.

Ye Chen was completely absorbed; though the book had no words, it captivated him utterly. Reading it was a form of enlightenment, a path to understanding all things.

It wasn't without reason that Ji Ningshuang had become so book-obsessed.

This blank heavenly book truly held profound mysteries, with a mysterious dao essence flowing through its pages.

Stare intently, and words would appear—each one a manifestation of the dao.

He sat there for an entire day, until nightfall.

The women came over a few times, but seeing the blank pages, they all looked surprised at how strange the book was.

Knowing he was studying and seeking enlightenment, no one disturbed him.

The group of beauties were sensible enough, each finding a spot to cultivate and meditate. The scenery on Yunu Peak was absolutely stunning.

Late into the night, he finally set the book down, his brows furrowed.

It wasn't from reading fatigue, but because the xian yan in his dantian was trembling violently, radiating a sense of anger.

Ye Chen could clearly sense the xian yan's emotions, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings, feeling like someone was watching him.

However, he saw nothing out of the ordinary—everything in his xian yan's range appeared normal, which was unsettling.

The xian yan eventually calmed, floating motionless in his dantian.

Only then did Ye Chen withdraw his gaze and dive back into the heavenly book.

The night passed without incident, and dawn arrived with warm sunlight.

The diligent disciples of Hengyue Sect were already sitting cross-legged on the rocks.

Dachu's origin was reviving, drawing essence from Zhutian Wanyu and lifting all restrictions, so the overall cultivation levels in Hengyue Sect were rising.

On Yunu Peak, Ye Chen, who had been buried in his book, finally looked up.

The first thing he saw was the women, neatly circled around him, all staring with odd expressions.

"What's going on?"

Ye Chen was taken aback, looking confused.

"Why has your hair turned white?"

The women asked one after another.

"Turned white?"

Ye Chen pulled out a mirror and saw his reflection—his once black hair now streaked with white like snow.

As he watched, his image in the mirror grew faint, eventually dissolving into nothing, no longer reflecting him.

He frowned again. The mirror couldn't show his appearance, and he couldn't figure out why. It felt like his fate had been erased.

"Greetings, Ren Wang."

While he was pondering, the women's voices rang out in salute, drawing his attention to one side.

Ren Wang had arrived, hands tucked in his sleeves, walking with a sneaky gait that made him look shady, completely unlike a ren wang.

"Greetings, senior."

Ye Chen also stood and bowed with respect.

"In the future, don't bother looking in mirrors. It's pointless."

Ren Wang stepped forward, snatched the mirror from Ye Chen's hand, and tossed it away without a second thought.

"Senior, why can't the mirror reflect me?"

"It's nothing special. Come on, let's talk somewhere else."

Ren Wang grabbed Ye Chen and headed straight for Yuling Pavilion, moving with decisive speed.

The women were curious and followed, but they were stopped at the door.

Inside the room, Ye Chen stood waiting, while Ren Wang stroked his chin and circled around him, muttering to himself.

"Senior, if you have something to say, just say it."

Ye Chen coughed.

"Have you ever seen him?"

Ren Wang pulled a scroll from his robes and unrolled it in front of Ye Chen.

The scroll was dynamic, depicting a blood-red world, or perhaps an ancient battlefield. Broken weapons were thrust into the ground, corpses littered the field, and blood flowed like rivers.

Amid it all, there was a figure from behind—towering like a mountain, clad in armor, gripping a broken sword, staggering forward under the dim light of a setting sun.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly; it felt vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Senior, where did this scroll come from?"

"To divine this image, I took on a major calamity myself."

Ren Wang put the scroll away.

"Just tell me, have you seen it?"

"It seems like I have, but also like I haven't."

Ye Chen replied.

"Seen it means seen it; not seen it means not seen it."

"Then I haven't."

Ye Chen shook his head.

"Zhutian Wanyu is so vast, full of chaos and endless battlefields."

"That's true."

Ren Wang reached out and brushed Ye Chen's face, absorbing the origin of the xian lun yan.

"Borrowing this for a bit."

"Don't lose it for me."

Ye Chen gave a dry laugh.

"This isn't even your eye."

Ren Wang smirked, then glanced at Ye Chen's lower abdomen.

"Xian Yan, come with me for a trip."

The xian yan responded to the call, flying out like a wisp of immortal light.

Ye Chen felt like cursing. First the xian lun yan, now the xian yan—what did you come all this way for, to steal my treasures?

"No worries, read more books when you can."

Ren Wang patted Ye Chen on the shoulder and strolled out, looking quite swaggering.

"I still have questions."

Ye Chen chased after him, but Ren Wang had already vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Just wait patiently. Soon, there'll be a surprise—well, or maybe a calamity for you."

Ren Wang's voice echoed faintly from the nine heavens.