Chapter 1608: Forcing it?

Upon seeing the situation, everyone hurriedly descended the mountain, afraid of getting beaten.

Chu Xuan of Yunu Peak possessed the Taishang Immortal Body, which was incredibly fierce.

With her memory seal still intact, she wouldn't recognize anyone from the six of them, no matter their purpose—she'd just unleash a beating first.

The group scattered without warning, fleeing faster than rabbits.

Chu Xuan said nothing and turned back to Yunu Pavilion.

Then, she casually swept out all the tear gas, pepper powder, and chili water that had been thrown inside.

It was true she was without tears and without emotion, but that didn't mean she had a good temper.

Throwing stuff in like that—did they really think she was a pushover?

"The Taishang Immortal Body is no joke," the disciples and elders of Hengyue Sect couldn't help but sigh and click their tongues.

"Her violent tendencies are just like in her past life."

"I think we should wait a few days before going back."

"Where did they fly off to?" Many people stood at the peak, gazing into the distance, but they couldn't spot Ye Chen and his three companions.

They truly couldn't see them because those four scoundrels had flown far enough, and their poses were impressively dashing.

It wasn't until a long while later, amid a thunderous boom, that the four finally landed one after another, smashing a perfectly good mountain into pieces.

"Isn't she supposed to be without tears and without emotion? Why did she still attack us?" Xie Yun was the first to scramble up, looking utterly disheveled, his handsome face distorted from a slap.

"And you're calling her 'Master Uncle'? She must have put all her strength into that slap—like she was nursing it!" Situ Nan stood up and wobbled in place, his big head still buzzing.

"This favor, we can't help with." Xiong Er waved his hand dismissively—he'd gotten the worst of it, nearly turned into a pulp, and now lay on the ground, gasping for air without taking a proper breath, spitting up blood.

"Forcing me to use strength, huh!" Ye Chen was the most relaxed, sitting on a rock with his legs crossed, completely unscathed.

Well, only he was fine, protected by a Jidao Emperor Weapon— even a hundred Chu Xuans couldn't harm him in the slightest. The real reason he flew over was to see just how miserable those three were.

That idea was quite thoughtful—who knew if Xie Yun and the others would cough up blood on the spot if they found out, passing out from anger.

We're just trying to help you out of goodwill, and here you are, flying over just to watch us make fools of ourselves—you jerk, shameless!

"As I see it, we need to give her some stimulation," Xie Yun said, rubbing his sore waist as he sat down. "Back in the day, that girl Xiyan only unlocked her seal after being stimulated by seeing you go to your death."

"So, you're saying I should die once more?" Ye Chen stroked his chin, thinking this method was actually quite reliable.

"Not necessarily death," Situ Nan wiped the blood from his nose and found a spot to sit. "As long as it's stimulating enough."

"How exactly?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"For example, right in front of her, go and mount an old sow—that scene would be stimulating enough." Xiong Er grinned.

"That's a solid idea," Xie Yun and Situ Nan both gave Xiong Er a thumbs-up, looking at him like he was some kind of genius.

"I must have lost my mind to be discussing this crap with you three," Ye Chen cursed and stormed off into the sky, heading straight for Hengyue.

With strength rivaling a Quasi-Emperor, his speed was naturally impressive.

In just three or five leaps, he returned to Yunu Peak.

Once again, he crept up quietly to the window of Yunu Pavilion, concealing all his aura, and pried open a crack.

This time, he'd wised up, using Emperor's might to enhance his eyes, so he wouldn't be blinded by the immortal light around Chu Xuan.

Through the gap, he could clearly see Chu Xuan sitting in meditation.

She had her eyes closed, as if comprehending the Dao—her Dao manifestation was a vast immortal sea, calm without a single ripple.

And she was like a blue lotus rooted at the center of the immortal sea, radiating immortal energy and enveloped in divine splendor, pure and flawless.

"Is this the Taishang Forget Emotion Dao?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

He'd never seen such a serene manifestation or such a serene path—nothing in the world could stir even a wave.

Truly like the highest virtue of water, an unparalleled state of mind.

He cultivated the Chaos Dao, which evolved all things, yet he couldn't help but marvel at Chu Xuan's path—the Taishang Forget Emotion Dao, a peak path of emotionless pursuit.

And her bloodline made even the ancient holy blood pulse.

The legendary Taishang Immortal Body was more dominant than imagined, harboring a mysterious power that was ancient and immense.

With a sigh, Ye Chen turned his gaze to her divine sea.

That strand of memory immortal light was still there, drifting aimlessly, wandering without finding an entry point, swaying back and forth.

This strange phenomenon was identical to what Ji Ningshuang had experienced back then.

Over the past hundred-plus years, he'd figured out a few clues: the stronger the reincarnation, the harder it was to unlock the previous life's memory seal.

For instance, Ji Ningshuang was the only one in her generation he truly feared, whether in her past life or this one.

And Xiyan was among the top in the younger generation— not even Di Jiuxian could match her, absolutely on par with Ji Ningshuang.

Now, Chu Xuan was the same, cultivating the Taishang Forget Emotion Dao and carrying the blood of the Taishang Immortal Body, not inferior to the other two.

That was their common trait—among all the reincarnated from Grand Chu, they were the genuine top three.

He didn't know if Ji Ningshuang had recovered her past memories.

But with Xiyan's example right there, perhaps unlocking it really did require stimulation, an emotional fluctuation to create an opening.

And that opening would be the entry point for the memory immortal light—once it merged, the past memories could be unsealed.

Suddenly, he closed the window and muttered to himself while stroking his chin—how could he give her some stimulation?

"Bawang hard upper bow?" After thinking it over, he still felt using force was the most effective— that kind of stimulation was more direct than anything.

As he thought about it, his smile turned incredibly lecherous.

Unbidden, images of being with Chu Ling flashed in his mind.

And Ji Ningshuang—though she was in a daze at the time, recalling it clearly afterward, that scene was quite enticing.

It was as if he could still hear their cries in his ears, so wonderful, more melodious than the Nine Serenities Immortal Tune.

"Chu Xuan, your cries in bed must sound just as good."

Ye Chen couldn't help but fantasize, his smile growing more lecherous by the second, a surge of wicked fire rising, making his blood boil.

Even his little brother rose to the occasion, pitching a neat tent down below, impressively sturdy.

Having made up his mind, he rubbed his hands and approached the door.

But he forcibly suppressed the thought.

Chu Xuan was in the midst of comprehending the Dao—if she got stimulated now, she'd likely go mad with cultivation deviation, and he didn't want any nonsense to happen in the process.

"I'll wait for you." The guy chuckled slyly, dragged over a small stool, and blocked the door, just in case Chu Xuan tried to escape.

He wasn't idle either, pulling out the Heavenly Book and burying himself in study— at first glance, he really looked like a diligent young man.

And so, Yunu Peak fell into silence, with all sounds fading away.

Outside Hengyue Mountain, Situ Nan, Xie Yun, and Xiong Er had returned, limping along. When they saw Yunu Peak, they gave it a wide berth, not wanting to get dragged back for another beating.

Chu Xuan was too fierce, and her strikes were brutally hard—a single palm from the Taishang Immortal Body had nearly sent them to the underworld. Just thinking about it made them shudder.

Those three were cowed, and the ones like Long Yi and Long Wu, who loved stirring up trouble, were even more terrified, completely losing their nerve.

The younger generation was scared, and the elders were even more so— with Chu Xuan's past memories unsealed, she recognized no one. Piss her off, and the consequences would be severe.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.

It wasn't until the fourth night that Ye Chen, who had been buried in his book, suddenly perked up—Chu Xuan had awakened from her comprehension.

"I've waited three hundred years for this night." Ye Chen smirked, tucked away the Blank Heavenly Book, and rolled up his sleeves.

With a bang, he kicked the door open.

Chu Xuan looked at him with a indifferent expression, as if to say: Are you out of your mind? barging in and kicking my door in the middle of the night.

"Let's skip the nonsense and get straight to it—strip naked, quick."

Ye Chen adjusted his collar, his words bold and shameless, wilder than any flower-picking thief.

No choice—he had the Emperor Weapon, so who did he fear? He was just that bold.