Chapter 1717: Didn't See It

Night deepened, and the banquet gradually ended.

The Qing Luan clan members were all thoroughly drunk. A few with poor tolerance were even cursing and got a good beating.

Qing Luan was relatively sober and returned to her mountain peak.

From behind her, a dark shadow followed. Upon closer inspection, it was a person—Ming Jue, no doubt.

It was a beautiful night; it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.

As Ming Di’s disciple, carrying special products from the Ming Realm, if he couldn't pull this off, how could he face his master?

However, he didn't realize he was also being followed.

It was Ye Chen, that guy, dragging Chu Ling’er along and sneaking around like a thief.

“Why are you following Ming Jue?”

Chu Ling’er, still confused about the situation, asked for the umpteenth time.

“It’s definitely something good.”

Ye Chen grinned sleazily.

Just thinking about bringing his wife to watch a live show made him feel thrilled. Who knows, they might even get frisky afterward?

Seeing Ye Chen chuckling to himself, Chu Ling’er’s expression turned strange.

Based on her years of knowing Ye Chen, it was absolutely nothing good.

As she thought that, she tried to leave, but Ye Chen pulled her back. Such a steamy drama was no fun to watch alone.

Ahead, Qing Luan had already entered the pavilion. Ming Jue slipped in right after her with impressive speed, not even bothering to close the door.

Immediately, sounds of clattering and banging echoed, very chaotic.

Ye Chen had just pulled Chu Ling’er up when Ming Jue came tumbling out, rolling and crawling.

Ye Chen was stunned. That was way too fast!

The disciple of Ming Di, wielding a Ji Dao Di Bing, who could even take down Quasi-Emperors—how could he get beaten by a Saint?

Chu Ling’er’s beautiful eyes, like clear water, ignited with anger.

No need to ask; it was obvious what Ming Jue had gone in to do—he was trying to force himself on Qing Luan.

“Got it, didn’t see it.”

Ye Chen’s face was full of regret.

“Shameless.”

Chu Ling’er scolded loudly and kicked him. Just as she suspected, it was nothing good. Thankfully, they didn’t see it; if they had, it would have been truly embarrassing.

“Didn’t see it, so don’t blame me.”

Ye Chen shrugged.

“Get lost.”

Chu Ling’er picked up an ancient seal and threw it at him, her cheeks flushed, whether from shame or anger.

Ye Chen dodged nimbly with a sidestep.

By the time he turned back, Chu Ling’er had already left. What a waste of time, staying up late to run around with Ye Chen watching that kind of thing.

Ye Chen didn't mind and looked at Ming Jue.

“I say, you’re not weaker than her, so how did you end up getting beaten?”

“Bai Zhi borrowed my Di Bing.”

Ming Jue squatted on the ground like a prisoner, hands on his head, looking utterly dejected.

“Even without the Di Bing, Qing Luan isn’t your match!”

“The problem is, Bai Zhi lent the Ji Dao Di Bing to Qing Luan.”

Ming Jue nearly cried as he spoke.

Ye Chen’s mouth twitched. How considerate.

It made sense now that Qing Luan had fused with the Di Bing; no wonder Ming Jue, strong as he was, couldn’t beat her and got thrashed.

As he pondered this, Ming Jue stared at him—or more precisely, at the Di Bing inside him, his eyes gleaming.

“Huh? Why isn’t Qing Luan wearing clothes?”

Ye Chen exclaimed in surprise.

“Not wearing clothes? Where?”

Ming Jue whipped his head around.

But in the direction he looked, there was no Qing Luan without clothes, not even a bird in sight. Clearly, he’d been tricked.

When he turned back, Ye Chen was gone, vanished who knows where.

Ming Jue’s face darkened completely.

What a friend—one stole his Di Bing and got him beaten, the other wouldn’t lend his and left him frustrated.

He strongly suspected that Bai Zhi and Ye Chen did it on purpose.

In the pavilion, Bai Zhi peeked through the window, her cheeks flushed as she watched Ming Jue. You could at least be gentle, you know! I’m not some plaything.

On Ming Shan, Ming Di and Di Huang, the two supreme beings, were still there.

Seeing Ming Jue like this, as his master, Ming Di felt utterly embarrassed. I’m a great emperor, and you’ve completely lost face for me.

Di Huang shook his head with a smile and withdrew the floating water curtain.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had found a quiet spot and was chuckling to himself.

He wouldn't lend the Di Bing. You got a belly full of pent-up desires and nearly burned up with lust; you can keep me company.

With that, he flipped his hand and summoned Di Huang’s Huang Gu Sheng Xue.

His goal was clear: he wanted to try Tong Ming with Ming Di Huang again.

As a Saint-level cultivator, his cultivation wasn’t enough before, so he couldn’t Tong Ming Di Huang.

But now, with the Ji Dao Di artifact fused in him, boosting his combat power, he could even slay Quasi-Emperors. There was no reason he couldn’t do it.

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and quickly formed seals.

Another round of Di Dao Tong Ming; the earth trembled slightly, and a coffin emerged just an inch.

But that was all—just that inch.

His face flushed red again, still incredibly strenuous.

No matter how he cast the technique, he couldn’t make the coffin rise fully. The Quasi-Emperor level power was as useless as decoration.

In less than three breaths, his Saint body was covered in blood again.

Just like the first time, his Saint bones shattered, his body cracked open, and fresh blood sprayed out. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think he was self-inflicting torture.

Helpless, he had to dispel the divine ability and gasped for breath. “This shouldn’t be! Even with Quasi-Emperor power, it’s not enough?”

“It won’t work.”

A leisurely voice sounded, and a strand of light swept over, transforming into a graceful figure—Bai Zhi.

“What’s going on?”

Ye Chen looked at Bai Zhi in confusion.

“Borrowed cultivation doesn’t count.”

Bai Zhi smiled lightly. “Even if you borrowed a great emperor’s power, it would be the same.”

“There’s actually something like that?”

Ye Chen scratched his head.

“Your master is at the supreme level; you can’t just Tong Ming him on a whim.”

“What if I teach Di Dao Tong Ming to Qing Luan Laozu and have her do it? She’s a Quasi-Emperor, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“That won’t work either.”

Bai Zhi shrugged. “The one who can Tong Ming his master from the Ming Realm can only be the Saint Body. He only made the Tong Ming contract with you alone; no one else can.”

“This is awkward.”

Ye Chen slapped his forehead.

“So, hurry up and raise your cultivation.”

Bai Zhi said, gently waving her hand to retrieve the Ji Dao Di Bing from Ye Chen’s body.

“Lend it to me for a couple of days to play with.”

Ye Chen looked at it longingly.

“People say you never return borrowed things. What if you run off with it again?”

Bai Zhi shrugged her jade shoulders.

“Nonsense, who spread that rumor?”

Ye Chen cursed.

“Does it even need spreading?”

Bai Zhi laughed and gave him a sidelong glance. “I saw your character clearly during those hundred years in the Human Realm. Not robbing stuff is already good; would you return it?”

Ye Chen’s face darkened, black lines crawling all over his forehead.

This woman was so annoying. She ruined Ming Jue’s romantic night and now she’s here to bother him.

“Don’t mess with me; my temper isn’t great.”

Bai Zhi flipped her hair and turned to leave, coming and going just as quickly.

“You’re something else.”

Ye Chen took a deep breath. He’d have to dare to mess with her first. That woman had a Di Bing, after all.

If it weren’t for her being Di Huang’s disciple, he’d have thrown her into a Qing Lou long ago. She was so beautiful; she’d be popular there.

Thinking of Qing Lou, he couldn’t help but think of Qin Mengyao and Zhao Yun.

Back then, they were in the same boat of misery. Now, he’d achieved his happy ending, but that devoted girl could never see Zhao Yun again.

With a sigh, he left and returned to the pavilion.

Chu Ling’er was already asleep; pregnant women tended to be sleepy.

Ye Chen approached the bed and looked at Chu Ling’er’s lower abdomen, staring with wide eyes. Teasing the kid now and then was pretty fun.

But oh no, the child was gone.

More precisely, it had transformed into a lotus flower—a seven-colored one, exceptionally pure and holy.

Ye Chen was a bit stunned. Had this little one become a spirit?

After examining it for over ten breaths, he realized it was the child’s phenomenon, innate and already fusing with the Dao principles on its own.

Ye Chen laughed. Not even born yet, and it had such fortune. Once it came into the world, its talent would be absolutely extraordinary.