Chapter 1610: Talking About Ideals

At Tianxuan Men's Xiao Zhulin, a group of Quasi-Emperors sat solemnly.

As the emperor of Da Chu, Ye Chen was the only one squatting on the ground, head bowed in silence, not saying a word.

He looked like an ordinary person, while the Quasi-Emperors seemed like judges, determined not to let the matter drop until it was fully resolved.

"So many tricks up your sleeve!" Donghuang Tai Xin said with a sly smile.

"Don't wrong me—it's not my fault," Ye Chen shook his head dismissively. "You can't blame everything on me."

"Does that mean she did it to herself?" Tian Lao asked, hands clasped behind his back, grinning from ear to ear for some reason.

"Hey? Tian Lao, you're right—it was all her. She ate it herself and even got mad at me for stopping her, pinning me down on the spot."

"That disciple of Hong Chen's doesn't have the brightest mind, insisting on taking Hehuan Powder," Di Lao chuckled.

"Da Chu has such specialties—I'm truly delighted as the king."

"Come on, take a look and see what our emperor has been up to." Fu Ya entered, holding a jade slip in his hand.

Soon, the jade slip shattered, and a water screen hung in the air.

The screen showed the scene at Yunu Peak: Ye Chen forcing his way, getting beaten up, then making breakfast as an apology and adding some special ingredients to each dish. Afterward, Hong Chen Xue arrived, and the chaos began.

Silence fell, unusually quiet, as the group of Quasi-Emperors twitched their mouths, vaguely seeing how smug Ye Chen looked in the scene.

"I have things to do—I'm leaving first." Ye Chen coughed awkwardly and turned to run. This Tianxuan Men was incredibly powerful; he hadn't realized until he saw it—now he was shocked.

"What's the rush?" Tian Lao and Di Lao watched the screen while reaching out, each grabbing one of Ye Chen's arms.

The screen faded, and everyone's eyes turned to Ye Chen, staring at him as if he were some divine being.

What a divine being he was—drugging his own wife with spring medicine.

Da Chu wasn't just fierce in its customs; it was teeming with talents!

Someone like this might not appear once in eight hundred years, and yet Da Chu had one. It was truly exciting.

"It was all forced on me," Ye Chen said meaningfully.

"Come on, let's talk about your ideals." Tian Lao and Di Lao each draped an arm over Ye Chen's shoulders and led him out, followed by several other old Quasi-Emperors, all carrying clubs as if ready for a fight.

Screams soon echoed, full of ghostly wails and wolf howls.

Da Chu's emperor even sounded domineering in his cries. Once he fell, he didn't get up, nearly beaten to death.

It wasn't until some time later that the group of old Quasi-Emperors returned leisurely, each with a satisfied expression on their faces.

As for Ye Chen, he was beaten beyond recognition.

No wonder they called him a beast—he had a short memory for pain. As soon as he recovered from the beating, he headed straight to Hong Chen's small garden.

Unfortunately, the garden was sealed with a barrier, completely soundproof and invisible from outside, though the sound of a zither playing drifted out.

"Impressive." Ye Chen wiped the blood from his nose and gave a thumbs-up toward the garden, imagining how delightful it must be to watch his own husband with another woman.

"I deserve the credit." Ye Chen limped away.

He was right—if not for that accidental breakfast, who knows when Zhong Xiao and Hong Chen Xue would have consummated their relationship.

By that logic, Hong Chen Xue should thank him.

It was just tough on Chu Ling Yu—who knew if watching the live scene would make her lose control and join in.

Back at Hengyue, the meal was still warm, but Chu Xuan hadn't touched it. She went to the mountaintop and gazed up at the ethereal void.

Ye Chen packed up the table of food—it would be a shame to waste it.

So, he sent the whole table to his good brothers.

Then, he activated his Xian Yan and darted around every corner of Yunu Peak. Wherever he went, there was activity.

He dismantled all of Tianxuan Men's restrictions one by one. They wanted to sneak a peek at the fun? Not a chance.

Only after that did he rub his hands and head to the mountaintop, grinning. "One thing at a time—no holding grudges."

Chu Xuan said nothing, ignoring him as she continued gazing at the ethereal void.

"Come on, I'll take you to a great place." Ye Chen took Chu Xuan's hand and pulled her along, stepping into the void sky in one stride.

He made it sound nice—like he was taking her out for a stroll.

In reality, he was escaping trouble. With Hong Chen Xue's fiery temper, once she sobered up, she'd likely turn Yunu Peak upside down.

He was clever enough to slip away early—fighting her was no option, especially since she had an Emperor Weapon.

No sooner had they left than loud curses erupted from several beautiful peaks of Hengyue Sect. "Ye Chen, you bastard!"

It was Ye Ru Xue, Mu Wan Qing, and Tang Ru Xuan.

At that moment, the three women were pinned down on the bed, with Si Tu Nan, Xie Yun, and Xiong Er going at it—one more aggressive than the last.

These were his good brothers—all right, a whole table of food couldn't go to waste.

Hengyue Sect livened up, with everyone perking up their ears. The women's cries were quite pleasing, wonderfully enchanting.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen pulled Chu Xuan along, traveling through the sky.

Even after going far, they could still hear the curses from behind.

He just covered his forehead and smirked sneakily, making Chu Xuan glance at him more than once: This guy must be seriously ill!

In a wild forest, where beast roars echoed, Ye Chen stopped.

This was the place where Chu Xuan had once taken him for training, treating him mercilessly and pushing him to his limits.

It was here that he comprehended the fusion of speed and power.

His first heavenly tribulation also occurred in this wild forest.

"Do you remember?" Ye Chen turned and smiled at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan was silent, feeling it was familiar but unable to recall. Perhaps there was indeed some karma between them here.

Ye Chen smiled without pressing further and led her away.

They stopped before an ancient cliff.

This cliff was ancient, with dried bloodstains on it, hinting at past bloodshed.

This was Guantian Cliff. Back then, Ye Chen had been mistaken for a demon by Ling Zhen and others, shot to death with arrows.

"This is where I died for the first time, in your arms. That day, you put on the Feng Yu Pearl Hairpin."

Ye Chen spoke slowly, recounting the old events. His usual roguish demeanor faded, replaced by a look of weariness.

Over three hundred years had passed, and those events were still vivid. He and Chu Xuan had parted for six years, and when he returned, everything had changed.

It was also here that he truly understood what was right and what was evil—strength was right, weakness was evil, an iron rule.

Chu Xuan gazed quietly at Guantian Cliff, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to see fragmented scenes, and her calm heart faintly ached.

The two continued on, heading to Hengyue Sect's ninth branch hall.

Xiao Feng was still there, with no battles at the moment, so he was relaxed.

There were memories here too. Back when the Hengyue higher-ups were in turmoil because of the ninety percent host Yin Zhi Ping, Chu Xuan had brought him here for refuge. Yang Ding Tian's direct lineage had protected him.

But when they left that time, he returned as a corpse.

Later, Ye Chen took Chu Xuan to many places in Da Chu: before the heroes' tomb in Zhongtong Dadi, and to the Panlong Sea Area in Nanyan Daze.

They wandered like tourists across the vast landscapes, each place holding some ancient story.

By nightfall, they entered the mortal world.

This place was far enough from Hengyue that Hong Chen Xue probably wouldn't find them for revenge—Ye Chen was being extremely cautious.

The ancient city in the mortal world was still bustling at night.

Looking out, the streets were crowded, with large red lanterns hanging high, taverns standing tall, and the rich aroma of wine wafting through the air.

Stalls lined both sides of the street, with vendors shouting and street performers drawing crowds of applause.

Their arrival drew attention from many on the street, mainly because Chu Xuan was stunningly beautiful, like a fairy descended from the nine heavens, untouched by the mortal world's dust, pure and flawless.

This aura and grace were unmatched by ordinary women.

Wherever they went, it became lively, with everyone staring in a daze. She was simply too beautiful.

Many nobles and officials came to invite her, each more extravagant than the last, willing to spend a fortune just for a chance to talk.

However, no matter how noble they were, they couldn't move Chu Xuan. She was an immortal, a saint—her status was even higher.

Naturally, some tried to use force, acting like thugs.

Ye Chen always handled them by hanging them up in the highest places to enjoy the scenery.

"Sometimes I think the mortal world isn't bad. It's not as dazzling as the cultivation world, but it's ordinary and real," Ye Chen chatted along the way.

Chu Xuan said nothing, just listening quietly, occasionally glancing at the noisy street with curiosity.

Everything here was new to her.

At some point, she stopped for the first time, not taking another step.

Ye Chen, still talking, instinctively paused.

Turning back, he saw Chu Xuan quietly looking at something.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and followed her gaze.

There was an old man carrying a bamboo pole, with strings of candied haws threaded on it. Just looking at them made his mouth water.

Indeed, Chu Xuan was watching that old man.

More precisely, she was looking at the candied haws—those bright red fruits coated in sugar, which she'd never seen before.

Ye Chen smiled and approached the old man, using mortal copper coins to buy a string, then handed it to Chu Xuan. "It's delicious."

This time, Chu Xuan didn't refuse. She took it, holding it curiously, wondering what it was.

Candied haws were just an ordinary treat in the mortal world, with vendors calling out on every street.

But for Chu Xuan, this simple thing was unfamiliar. Having never left Wulei City, how could she know the wonders of the world?

She didn't even know what money was—those little copper coins seemed quite useful.

"Try it—the taste is good." Ye Chen smiled warmly.

Chu Xuan bit into half a haw, getting red sugar on her lips. The lofty Wulei Goddess looked rather adorable in that moment.

The taste was indeed good, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

In that instant, Ye Chen was captivated, his expression turning dazed.

Under the flowers and moon, on the bustling street, her way of eating candied haws was so silly and pure, enchanting and mesmerizing.

She could smile, and she wasn't completely tearless or emotionless.