Chapter 1727: Jealous

As he spoke, Ye Chen placed a piece of Yuan Shi down, stood up, and walked away, truly like a passing traveler, showing no unusual signs from beginning to end.

“Wait for me,” Chu Ling hurriedly followed, linking her arm with Ye Chen’s, smiling radiantly like a young couple.

Behind them, the tea stall old man furrowed his brows, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

The middle-aged man at the opposite stall glanced at Ye Chen and Chu Ling. As a Zhun Di, he couldn’t see through their true forms.

On the street, Ye Chen and Chu Ling walked hand in hand, strolling and stopping along the way.

It was a perfect blend of work and leisure, browsing from stall to stall. The world’s hustle and bustle was full of allure, making one reluctant to leave.

“There’s still time, let’s go to bed and chat!” Ye Chen flashed his snow-white teeth, grinning shamelessly and lecherously.

“Look, there’s a Qing Lou up ahead.” Chu Ling blinked her beautiful eyes.

“They’re not as good as you.” Ye Chen stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Then tell me, among all your women, which one is the most comfortable?” Chu Ling smiled playfully, fluttering her beautiful eyes.

“Don’t mess around; I’ve only been to bed with you.” Ye Chen said, sounding a bit guilty as he recalled his moments with Ji Ning Shuang.

“As if I’d believe that.” Chu Ling rolled her eyes at Ye Chen.

“I say, are you two buying or not? If not, step aside.” A third voice interrupted their lively chat.

The speaker was an old man running a jewelry stall, blowing his beard and glaring, his tone full of irritation.

He was unhappy because Ye Chen and Chu Ling were standing in front of his stall, blocking other customers and affecting his business.

Moreover, the old man found their behavior odd. In broad daylight, what were they chatting about? Were they that thick-skinned?

And besides, what kind of wife pushes her husband toward a Qing Lou?

Caught by the old man’s stare, Chu Ling’s cheeks turned red instantly.

She used to be so reserved, blushing at the mere mention of such things. Now, overheard by a stranger, she felt truly embarrassed.

“This hair ornament is nice.” Ye Chen, completely shameless, refused to budge and started picking through the items on the stall.

“Eight hundred Yuan Shi, no bargaining.” The old man said flatly.

“I don’t owe you money, so don’t keep pulling a long face. We’re not short on cash.” Ye Chen pouted, still sifting through the goods.

After all, shopping meant buying something, and the jewelry was quite pretty.

Chu Ling’s face grew even redder, but Ye Chen was hooked, putting hairpins in her hair and bracelets on her wrist.

As he picked, Ye Chen’s eyes lit up, fixing on a small bronze mirror. It was from some ancient era, with a bit of rust.

Yet, it was extraordinary, carrying a primal aura, incredibly ancient. Without the help of an extreme Dao emperor weapon, he wouldn’t have seen through it.

“Treasure.” Ye Chen picked it up and examined it closely.

“Three hundred Yuan Shi, no bargaining.” The old man said again.

“Not short on money.” Ye Chen muttered, handing over a storage bag while casually inspecting the small bronze mirror.

Once done, he swept up all the jewelry on the stall, making his point clear: he wanted it all, to teach the old man a lesson for underestimating him.

The old man was stunned for a moment, not reacting in time. By the time he did, Ye Chen and Chu Ling had already walked far away and disappeared.

Little did he know, if he realized that small bronze mirror was a treasure, he might jump up and curse for selling it so cheaply.

“Is it a treasure?” On the street, Chu Ling curiously examined it.

“It must be.” Ye Chen’s eyes flickered with brilliant golden light. “Inside, there’s a trace of the primal Yuan Feng’s origin essence.”

“Primal Yuan Feng?” Chu Ling was astonished, finding it hard to believe.

In this world, there were phoenixes, vermilion birds, and blue luan birds, but no primal Yuan Feng—that was their ancestor.

One of the first creatures in heaven and earth, a true divine beast. Even the ancient sacred body paled in comparison to its bloodline.

And its origin essence was absolutely a heaven-defying treasure.

Who would have thought that in this small ancient city, on that tiny stall, there would be such a priceless rarity, beyond monetary value.

“Once I refine it, I’ll fuse it into our little one for a great fortune.” Ye Chen said, glancing at Chu Ling’s lower abdomen.

“You’re so good to her; I’m getting a bit jealous.” Chu Ling pouted, acting like a young girl rather than a soon-to-be mother.

“My essence blood is all for you.” Ye Chen grinned lecherously.

“Still not being serious.” Chu Ling pinched Ye Chen hard.

“Serious, of course I’m serious.” Ye Chen wrapped his arm around Chu Ling and led her into a winding path, quiet and secluded.

On one side of the path was a small garden, which Ye Chen rented.

Then, he set up a layer of secret barriers around the entire garden before taking out the small bronze mirror and suspending it in the air.

Next, his sacred body origin surged out, transforming into a mass of golden flames that distorted the space, enveloping the small bronze mirror.

The small bronze mirror trembled lightly, and faintly, one could hear the cries of the Yuan Feng.

Soon, a wisp of seven-colored essence was refined and extracted. Though only the size of a thumbnail, it was extraordinarily powerful.

Looking closely, one could see Dao principles intertwining and outlining within it.

These were innate Dao principles; as one of the first creatures in heaven and earth, closest to chaos, even its origin essence evolved on its own.

Chu Ling leaned in closer. The purity of the essence made her bloodline pulse with excitement, feeling an unusual suppression.

“Here, little girl, it’s yours.” Ye Chen held the Yuan Feng origin essence and gently placed it on Chu Ling’s lower abdomen, pushing it inside.

The little one was still sleeping, absorbing the essence in her dreams.

Immediately, a seven-colored lotus flower appeared, along with a illusory Yuan Feng circling around, nearly breaking through Ye Chen’s restraints.

With the little one gaining this opportunity, Chu Ling also benefited, her immortal body enveloped in seven-colored immortal light, as if draped in seven-colored immortal robes.

“I guess I’m riding on our daughter’s coattails.” Chu Ling smiled faintly, then sat down cross-legged, not wanting to waste the Yuan Feng origin.

“How wonderful.” Ye Chen smiled, sitting under an old tree, pulling out a wine flask and drinking leisurely, occasionally glancing at the sky.

Summoning Zhun Di-level experts was different from calling Tong Ming Bai Zhi and the others; it had limitations. Daytime was yang, clashing with Tong Ming.

So, he was waiting, waiting for night to perform Tong Ming.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight the two Zhun Di Tian Mo, but he wanted to capture them alive to pry information from them.

Time passed slowly, and as dusk fell, night arrived.

Ye Chen patted his backside and stood up, forming hand seals with ten drops of fresh blood manifesting.

The Tong Ming immortal seal was cast, making the earth tremble as ten stone coffins rose from the ground. Only after they fully emerged did the lids fall.

Inside the coffins were the ten Yama kings of the underworld, their expressions wooden, eyes empty, like puppets or walking corpses.

Ye Chen changed his hand seals again, sending ten rays of immortal light into the Yama kings’ bodies.

Only then did their eyes gain a divine light, along with thoughts.

As their intelligence returned, their faces darkened, black lines crisscrossing their foreheads, looking ferocious and enraged.

Without needing to ask, they knew they’d been summoned by Tong Ming again—it was completely unexpected, pulling them from the underworld where they were busy.

“Yan Luo, did you miss me…”

“Miss you? Dream on.” Before Ye Chen could finish, Qin Guang Wang started cursing and slapped him with a huge palm.

The Zhun Di-level slap left Ye Chen dazed and buzzing instantly.

The other nine Yama kings cursed too, swarming him. After more than a month, they ganged up on Ye Chen again, beating him in a neat circle.

Especially the Yama kings from the second to the tenth hall, their faces were the darkest.

Did we ever get that close? You wiped out over half of our underworld generals, and now you summon us again—purely to stir trouble.

The more they thought about it, the angrier they got, their kicks growing fiercer. A Zhun Di-level foot was absolutely domineering.

Ye Chen curled up on the ground, truly miserable, just hugging his head.

He didn’t dare lift it; one glance would show nothing but feet, stomping wildly at his nose or eyes.

Chu Ling was awakened by the noise but pretended not to see it. Ye Chen had tough skin and flesh; he wouldn’t die, and she couldn’t really let them beat him to death.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that the ten Yama kings straightened their clothes, each with a big “satisfied” expression on their faces.

Ye Chen was kicked into a pulp again, taking a long time to reshape his form, his face pitch black. He shouldn’t have given them their intelligence back.

The ten Yama kings chuckled happily, delighted to see Ye Chen suffer. Anyway, the beating was satisfying; they’d beat him every time they saw him.

“Stop messing around; let’s get to business.” Chu Ling reminded them.

“Come on, let’s talk business.” The ten Yama kings sat down obediently, a row of bearded men, all with their legs crossed, swinging them casually.

Ye Chen thought to himself, “Wait until I reach Zhun Di; I’ll summon you every day and beat you each time.”

When it came to business, he straightened up, pulled over a small stool, and sat down. “There are Tian Mo in this city, two of them.”

“Tian Mo?” The ten Yama kings frowned deeply, glancing at each other before looking back at Ye Chen. “Where did Tian Mo come from in the Ling Realm?”

“No need to doubt me; no one knows the Tian Mo aura better than I do.” Ye Chen said calmly. “They’re definitely Tian Mo, both Zhun Di-level, lurking here with clear intentions.”

“You summoned us to capture them alive, right?” Chu Jiang Wang said leisurely. “Otherwise, with your strength, you wouldn’t need us.”

“You know me best, second brother.” Ye Chen chuckled.

“Second?” Chu Jiang Wang’s face turned completely black.

One “second brother” almost made him explode. I’m a Yama king under the Ming Emperor; I could be your ancestor, and you call me second brother? How thick is your face?

The other nine Yama kings’ expressions weren’t much better.

Same generation as Chu Jiang Wang—if he was second brother, then the rest were big brother, third brother, and so on?

“Don’t sweat the details.” Ye Chen coughed and pulled out a memory crystal stone. “The Tian Mo’s location.”

“Five per team, quick and decisive.” Ye Chen grinned.

“Do we need you to teach us?” The ten stood up, grumbling.

“Wait for me here.” Ye Chen shook his head and left, reminding Chu Ling on his way out—he couldn’t help with this.

In the night, he moved like a shadow, slipping into a small garden.

The garden was quiet, with just an ancient tree and a stone table, the rest overgrown with weeds.

“Young friend, what brings you here?” A voice echoed, and the tea stall old man appeared behind Ye Chen, smiling sinisterly.

“I felt like having tea.” Ye Chen laughed, shrugging casually.

“To evade my scrutiny, you’re… not simple at all.” The tea stall old man chuckled eerily, his smile no longer warm.

With that, he revealed his true form, his body no longer hunched.

His appearance was no longer aged; instead, his vital energy surged, demonic aura billowing, with a head of blood-red hair waving in the wind.

A genuine Zhun Di, under the moonlight, like a demon.

Zhun Di might radiated, forming a barrier that sealed the entire garden. From the looks of it, he had no intention of letting Ye Chen leave alive.