Chapter 1728: Happy?

Seeing the blood-haired Tianmo reveal its true form and unleash its cultivation without restraint, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh. This was just too arrogant.

After all, this was Lingyu, not the domain of the Tianmo.

One wrong move could attract powerful experts, leading to a group beating—it would be strange if it didn't. Tianmo were the public enemies of the entire Zhutian Wandui.

Yet, this one didn't hesitate to go all out at the slightest provocation, without even asking questions.

Originally, Ye Chen had prepared many arguments, but now it seemed he had overthought it. When dealing with Tianmo, it was best to be straightforward.

"What wonderful blood." The blood-haired Tianmo grinned menacingly, licking its scarlet tongue as it stared at Ye Chen with eyes full of greed.

"I'm just here for tea—don't scare me." Ye Chen scratched his ear, standing there as if nothing was wrong.

"But you've come to the wrong place." The Tianmo chuckled darkly.

With that, it suddenly extended a massive hand, grabbing toward Ye Chen. In its view, Ye Chen was merely a Sheng person, easily suppressed with a single lift of the hand.

Ye Chen sneered and stepped forward, unleashing the Bahuang Fist with overwhelming force, infused with Didao Shenwei. One punch shattered the incoming palm.

The blood-haired Tianmo grunted in pain and staggered back, its foot cracking the ground. Its hand bones exploded on impact, and fresh blood overflowed from its mouth.

"Having fun?" Ye Chen asked with a leisurely smile, full of interest.

"Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon." The blood-haired Tianmo's eyes turned completely red as it stared intently at Ye Chen, finally glimpsing some clues.

Beyond that, it faintly detected the aura of an emperor's killing intent—only someone who had slain a great emperor would possess such an aura.

In other words, the person before it was the Holy Body Ye Chen.

In that moment, it pieced together many things. Ye Chen's visit for tea during the day wasn't a coincidence; he must have discovered something.

That led to tonight's events—Ye Chen had come to eliminate it.

Realizing this, the blood-haired Tianmo said nothing and instantly fled.

Having lurked in Lingyu for so long, how could it not know of Ye Chen's fearsome reputation? The ancient Holy Body, armed with an emperor weapon, was absolutely not something it could handle.

Even Tianmo emperors had been slain twice, proving just how terrifying Ye Chen was. For him to come alone meant he had full confidence.

The sight of a Zhundi-level Tianmo fleeing was truly ironic.

Ye Chen, a mere Sheng, had scared off a Zhundi with just one exchange—this level of prestige was undeniably impressive.

The blood-haired Tianmo escaped, but Ye Chen merely sneered and didn't pursue.

Soon after, rumbling sounds came from outside the garden as the Tianmo returned—not of its own accord, but forced back.

It seemed like sheer bad luck, or perhaps it had fled too hastily without watching the path, because as soon as it left the small garden, it collided with a massive hand.

That hand struck it squarely, leaving its head buzzing.

Before it could steady itself, a pillar of light descended straight from the sky, landing precisely on its head.

It was a sealing immortal technique, cast jointly by the five Yanluo. A Zhundi Tianmo was no match; it couldn't escape their imprisonment.

Everything happened in a flash—a Zhundi Tianmo was suppressed on the spot by the five Yanluo, rendered immobile.

Almost simultaneously, on one side of the ancient city, there was another rumble.

Looking over, one saw ruins everywhere. A purple-haired Tianmo was in a sorry state, sealed by another five Yanluo.

That was another lurking Zhundi Tianmo—the middle-aged stirrer from earlier, now also suppressed.

Such commotion in the quiet night was bound to attract attention. Many people climbed out of bed and peered out to see.

"What's going on? Where's that rumbling coming from?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"There's Quasi-Emperor aura—not just one. What happened?" A highly cultivated elder pondered aloud.

"The world of the strong is beyond us. It's probably just another fight."

Amid the discussions, the blood-haired Tianmo and purple-haired Tianmo were escorted into Ye Chen's rented garden, their bodies completely sealed.

Chu Ling watched in slight astonishment. Two Zhundi had been dealt with just like that—how quick was that?

It proved that numbers made all the difference, achieving absolute suppression.

Looking at the blood-haired Tianmo and purple-haired Tianmo, they were disheveled and ferocious, like demons under the moonlight, utterly terrifying.

They had miscalculated badly, thinking they were well hidden, only to end up in this scene—defeated swiftly and decisively.

"Let's talk. How many Tianmo are still lurking in Lingyu?" Ye Chen took a sip of wine and gazed indifferently at the two Tianmo.

"Do you think capturing us will stop the Tianmo army?" The purple-haired Tianmo bared its rows of white teeth, laughing sinisterly and terrifyingly, its eyes evil and bloodthirsty.

"No need to waste words with them." The hot-tempered Taishan Wang snorted coldly and placed a palm on the blood-haired Tianmo's Tianling Gai.

Then, he performed a soul-searching secret technique, passed down from the Ming Emperor.

The blood-haired Tianmo's expression turned to agony, its face twisting in pain, but it laughed even more ferociously, like a madman.

The caster, Taishan Wang, frowned. The soul-searching technique was powerful, but the Tianmo's primordial spirit had prohibitions on it, making it impossible for him to proceed.

"I'll try." Dushi Wang stepped forward and used a divine soul immortal technique.

However, he also failed, because the Tianmo's divine sea and primordial spirit were protected by prohibitions—forcing a search would cause them to collapse.

Subsequently, the eight halls of Yanluo tried one after another, but all were helpless.

Their soul-searching techniques came from the Ming Emperor, but the prohibitions on the Tianmo's primordial spirit were also of emperor level. Even if the Ming Emperor were here, it would be useless.

"As expected." Ye Chen took a deep breath. There was no solution to this.

In the past, Zixuan and Long Ye had also tried soul-searching on Tianmo and failed, so he was mentally prepared.

"Tremble!" The two Tianmo laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, their demonic eyes blood-soaked, violent and sinister.

"Still laughing?" Chujiang Wang scolded and raised his hand. This palm could end the two Zhundi Tianmo.

"What's the rush?" Ye Chen quickly stopped him, then struck with a palm and a finger, crippling the two Tianmo's cultivations. He wasn't killing them yet.

The Tianmo groaned in pain and collapsed together, falling into unconsciousness. The demonic essence leaking from them was purged by the Yanluo.

"Keeping them around is just a disaster waiting to happen." Songdi Wang said flatly.

"Since we can't soul-search, we'll divine it." Ye Chen said with a casual smile.

"Ming Emperor couldn't divine it—who gave you the confidence?" The ten halls of Yanluo all rubbed their hands, inexplicably wanting to laugh.

"Is that the same? Ming Emperor was divining the Tianmo domain, while I'm divining how many Tianmo are lurking in Lingjie. There's a fundamental difference." Ye Chen whispered.

"When you put it that way, it makes sense." The Yanluo coughed dryly.

There was a difference, and not a small one. The Tianmo domain was their stronghold, with not only great emperors but also beings stronger than emperors. How could Ming Emperor possibly divine that?

Even if he could, Ming Emperor wouldn't dare—messing up could lead to being counter-divined by the Tianmo domain's supreme beings, which would be disastrous.

Compared to divining the Tianmo domain, what Ye Chen was doing was much simpler—it only involved calculating the lurking Tianmo, without touching the Tianmo domain.

"Come on, don't just stand around." Qin Guang Wang waved his hand, drawing a drop of blood from the blood-haired Tianmo and suspending it in his palm.

The nine halls of Yanluo did the same, each drawing Tianmo blood.

Finally, Ye Chen did it too, pinching a drop of blood in his palm and gently closing his eyes. He performed the Zhoutian Evolution, nearly on the verge of calculation, tracing back to the source.

The small garden was quiet and serene. The Tianmo were unconscious, the ten halls of Yanluo and Ye Chen had their eyes closed in divination, leaving only Chu Ling with her eyes open.

Fighting was her strength, but divination was her weak point.

Time passed second by second, and the eleven of them furrowed their brows, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths as their faces paled.

Divination was essentially peering into the secrets of heaven, and they had all suffered backlash.

Ye Chen bled the most—one, because his cultivation wasn't advanced enough, and two, because Zhoutian Evolution was too domineering, making the backlash extremely fierce.

Having died once, the latent fate of Zhoutian Evolution was gone, so it wouldn't devour his cultivation or lifespan anymore.

However, even so, the backlash from this divination was terrifying enough—the more they peered into heaven's secrets, the stronger the backlash.

In a haze, Ye Chen saw a deep abyss, pitch black, and just one glance made him feel his mind being swallowed into it.

He detected the aura of Tianmo, obscured by mysterious forces, but not escaping his divination. It was absolutely their hiding place.

What made his expression ugly was the sheer number of Tianmo inside—more accurately, it was an army.

Beyond that, in various ancient cities of Lingjie, as well as in vast seas, deep mountains, and wild forests, there were scattered traces of Tianmo.

As a breeze blew, the eleven of them opened their eyes one after another, their brows tightly knit. "You don't know until you look—it's shocking once you do."

"With just us, it's really hard to confront them." Ye Chen pondered. "It seems we need to unite the four directions and borrow troops from the Diyu."

"The time limit is approaching; we have to return to the Ming Realm." Chujiang Wang glanced at the sky. "It's best to set a time."

"Then, three days from now. I'll unite the major forces in Lingjie, and the ten Yanluo can go back to rest and recover." As he spoke, Ye Chen took out an ancient scroll and handed it to Qin Guang Wang. It was filled with names, all powerful figures from the Ming Realm. "By then, I'll contact the people above to get them ready."

"You're really something else!" The ten halls of Yanluo all clicked their tongues. The scroll had a huge number of names, with the weakest being Shengwang.

"I'm curious—where did you get their blood from?"

"During the Shura Sea War, I wasn't idle." Ye Chen chuckled.

"Having such successors is truly heartening." Songdi Wang sighed.

"Summoning so many from the Ming Realm at once—can your little body handle it?" Qin Guang Wang put away the scroll and looked at Ye Chen.

"It's up to fate." Ye Chen shrugged. "We'll give it our all!"

"If we could summon Ming Emperor and the Emperor over, it would be easy." Pingdeng Wang stroked his long beard meaningfully.

"I'd exhaust myself trying to summon even one supreme being." Ye Chen coughed dryly.

"In that case, three days from now." Qin Guang Wang stood up slightly, his body gradually turning to ash, dissipating from his feet upward.

The other nine halls of Yanluo vanished one after another, following the wind.

After the ten left, Ye Chen sealed the two unconscious Tianmo into a bronze furnace and fell silent, his brows furrowed.

"With the four directions of Lingjie helping and borrowing troops from the Diyu, there's no reason we should lose." Chu Ling smiled lightly, walking behind Ye Chen. The gentle wife was truly considerate, massaging his shoulders.

"I'm not worried about the battle in three days; I'm worried about the Zhutian Wandui." Ye Chen said deeply. "If Lingyu has lurking Tianmo, then places like Huoyu, Bingyu, Shuiyu—these smaller domains—might have them too. Once they summon the Tianmo army, they could use this as a springboard to invade the Zhutian Wandui."

Hearing Ye Chen say this, Chu Ling's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Ye Chen's concerns were indeed not unfounded.

She had witnessed the power of the Tianmo before. If they attacked again, the Ren Realm without a great emperor could very well be destroyed.

Though Diyu had two supreme beings, Di Huang and Ming Emperor, the laws restricted them—they couldn't come and offer help.

So, everything still depended on the Zhutian Wandui themselves.