Chapter 1730: Realm Commander

"Bring that same drive you have in bed and stay focused." Ye Chen patted Ming Jue, then made another mark on the map.

"You're being so blunt—it's annoying." Ming Jue tossed his head and smoothed his hair, his aura growing more imposing.

Qing Luan blushed and kicked him, her cheeks turning red.

Chu Ling and Bai Zhi looked at Ming Jue with strange expressions, thinking that having a wife had changed him completely.

In the Ming Jie, he at least had some shame, but now that he was in the Ling Yu, it was like he had become a different person, making everyone itch to give him a piece of their mind.

The two women realized that in the Di Fu, the Ming Di kept him in check, so he behaved, but once out of the Ming Jie, he was like a wild horse with no reins.

Thus, the current Ming Jue was the real Ming Jue.

Of course, Ming Jue's transformation was also due to someone's influence, and Chu Ling and Bai Zhi exchanged knowing glances toward Ye Chen.

For some reason, spending time with Ye Chen always rubbed off on people, leading them further down the path of shamelessness.

"What's with those looks?" Ye Chen glanced at the two of them.

"It means what it means—you're a clever one, so you get it." Bai Zhi pulled out a small mirror and fixed her hair.

"With your attitude, you'll never get married." Ye Chen muttered, "When we get to Da Chu, I'll find you a handsome guy."

"He'd better be tough enough to take a beating!" Bai Zhi replied with a grin, not at all angry.

"Don't worry, people in Da Chu are all tough." Ye Chen said, marking another spot on the map before continuing his analysis.

Chu Ling and the others weren't idle either, using their great divine powers to carve out an underground palace beneath the small garden, large enough to hold ten thousand people.

This was to prepare in advance, as the old ancestors from various Ling Yu forces were about to arrive, and their numbers would be significant—the small garden couldn't accommodate them all.

With the underground palace ready, everyone moved in, giving them more space.

The three women had plenty to chat about, huddling together and occasionally laughing or glancing over here.

Ming Jue, on the other hand, had nothing to do, as he knew nothing about deduction techniques, so he just sat there, chin in hand, quietly watching Ye Chen make his marks.

"There's something I've wanted to ask for a while." Ye Chen wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, marking the map as he spoke.

"Ask away—stop with all the nonsense." Ming Jue scolded.

"You tell me, if you two are getting it on and Qing Luan accidentally transforms into her true form, wouldn't that be awkward?"

"Are you looking for a fight?" Ming Jue casually pulled out his Di Bing, breathed on it, and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve.

"Don't mess around—you can't beat me." Ye Chen adjusted his collar.

"They're here." As the two bantered, the three women stood up.

Sure enough, streaks of figures entered, a whole crowd of them, over a thousand strong, all old ancestors from major sects.

In addition, there were powerful independent cultivators, each a genuine Quasi-Emperor level expert, incredibly strong.

"This junior, Ye Chen, greets all you seniors." Ye Chen put away his pen and bowed respectfully.

"What a promising young one!" An elderly man with white hair said warmly. He was the old ancestor of the Xian He clan, known in the Ling Yu as Xian He Lao Zu.

Like Qing Luan Lao Zu, he was nearing the end of his lifespan, and no amount of spiritual elixirs could help beyond this great limit.

The group of old experts looked at Ye Chen with eyes full of admiration and surprise—he was a legend, the one who had created the myth of slaying emperors.

"Let's get to the point." Ye Chen smiled and stepped aside, suspending the massive map in midair.

The old experts' eyes lit up as they glanced at each other.

It wasn't surprising, for this map was extraordinarily vast, encompassing the entire Ling Yu—an absolute priceless treasure.

No wonder Ye Chen had slain an emperor; he truly had great means to possess such a map, which even the major forces lacked.

"As you can see, every mark on the map represents a group of Tian Mo, mostly distributed in ancient cities."

"The Tian Mo army is gathered at this bottomless abyss."

"There are numerous Quasi-Emperor Tian Mo. This time, besides the Ling Yu, we'll have other reinforcements, giving us an absolute advantage in combat strength over the Tian Mo army."

Ye Chen explained while pointing around the map.

He was thorough, and the old ancestors from the major forces listened intently, as this would be a fierce battle where no one dared underestimate the casualties.

"Young friend Ye Chen, time is pressing, so tell us your plan." Xian He Lao Zu said with a smile, "The Ling Yu army is ready at any moment."

"Kid, you're on fire— in the blink of an eye, you've become the Ling Yu Tong Shua." Ming Jue sighed, hands behind his back, clicking his tongue repeatedly.

"He's the only one here who's participated in two Tian Mo invasions and slain two emperors in one lifetime, so no one knows the Tian Mo better than him." Qing Luan Lao Zu said with a light smile.

"That makes sense." Ming Jue coughed and said no more.

"Having young friend Ye Chen as Tong Shua, I doubt anyone would object." The group of old experts smiled kindly, having already discussed and agreed to appoint Ye Chen as commander before arriving.

"Since all you seniors think highly of this junior, I won't refuse." Ye Chen laughed and waved his hand, releasing strands of immortal light, each one a blood-red jade stone.

"We'll handle this on two fronts: strike the Tian Mo outside and those in the abyss simultaneously. These jade stones contain the precise locations of the external Tian Mo, infused with their origin essence to guide you to them. We'll split into two groups—one to clear the external Tian Mo, the other to attack the abyss Tian Mo. Once the external ones are eliminated, immediately head to the abyss for support to minimize casualties."

"Understood." The major old ancestors were swift and decisive; they took the jade stones, received their tasks, and left the underground palace one by one.

After the old ancestors departed, Ye Chen sat down heavily on the ground, his face slightly pale and blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Chu Ling hurried over, placing her jade hand on Ye Chen's back and channeling her essence, along with a trace of Yuan Feng origin, to alleviate the backlash.

"You're the only one who treats me this well, my wife." Ye Chen grinned.

"Such a smooth talker." Chu Ling smiled softly and gently withdrew her hand.

Ye Chen smiled back, took a swig of wine, and sat cross-legged.

Then, he took out a jade bottle and drew out three drops of golden blood from it, laced with strands of emperor's might—it was Di Huang's origin blood, which Ye Chen absorbed into his body.

With two days left, he needed Di Huang's blood to enhance himself, allowing him to summon strong experts from the Ming Jie and resist the secret technique's backlash.

He closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in meditation, enveloped in golden divine light with overflowing immortal energy, incredibly vast and pure. Visions appeared, and chaotic Dao paths occasionally manifested, full of mystery.

"Do you think Yan Luo and the others will bring Di Bing when they come?" After glancing at Ye Chen, Ming Jue turned to Bai Zhi.

"The Ming Di once said that Ming Jie Di Bing cannot leave for too long." Bai Zhi said softly, "Even if they bring some, it won't be more than three."

The underground palace fell silent, while the outside world hid a surging undercurrent.

Following Ye Chen's instructions, the old ancestors from various sects dispatched experts in advance to the major ancient cities, each finding their targets.

The Ling Jie army was also secretly assembling to avoid alerting the enemy, proceeding with utmost secrecy for a thunderous strike.

Day and night alternated, the sun and moon cycled, and in the blink of an eye, two days passed.

It was only on the third day that Ye Chen, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, two beams of startling light shooting from them and piercing through the walls.

After fusing with Di Huang's three drops of blood, his essence was as vast as the sea and as surging as rivers, even turning his eyes golden.

"Everyone's waiting for your command—they're getting really impatient." Ming Jue twisted his neck vigorously, his divine eyes shining brightly.

He was already clad in armor, and Chu Ling and Bai Zhi were also dressed in battle gear, looking truly heroic, like female generals.

Ye Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and sacrificed drops of fresh blood, suspending them in the air before forming seals with his hands.

As the seals solidified, the ground rumbled and shook, and ancient stone coffins rose from below, covered in inscriptions.

There were over three hundred of them, each emanating a trace of Quasi-Emperor might—and indeed, each contained a Quasi-Emperor.

"This guy's gone mad, summoning over three hundred Quasi-Emperors at once." Ming Jue grinned, not expecting Ye Chen to be so reckless.

"Is he pushing himself this hard?" Bai Zhi frowned at Ye Chen.

Chu Ling clenched her jade hands tightly, her eyes full of worry, truly heartbroken.

In every Tian Mo invasion, he always went all out, and this third time was no different, fighting so fiercely that he disregarded his own life.

Looking at Ye Chen now, his state was truly frightening.

His sacred body was cracking, fresh blood spurting from the gaps, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard. His face was as pale as paper, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot lines.

It was only thanks to Di Huang's blood that he could summon over three hundred Quasi-Emperors without instantly perishing.

His persistence paid off, as all the coffins fully emerged, and as the lids fell, figures materialized one by one, with the Ten Halls Yan Luo at the forefront.

Ye Chen spat out blood and staggered, nearly collapsing.

Without hesitation, he activated his Ba Ti, its domineering recovery power rapidly healing his wounds, while he stuffed handfuls of great medicines into his mouth.

"I've never seen anyone so crazy." The Ten Halls Yan Luo were the first to regain their senses, sighing endlessly—Ye Chen had truly done it.

"Is this the human world?" The Ming Jie Quasi-Emperors who were visiting for the first time were curious, peering out through the underground palace.

Yan Luo and the others had already heard about it from back home, so they weren't too shocked. The Ling Yu and Ming Jie had many differences, with varying origin energies, but no overwhelming emperor suppression.

"Yan Luo, did you bring the Di Bing?" Ming Jue channeled essence into Ye Chen while grinning and glancing at Qin Guang Wang.

"We wouldn't disgrace the Ming Jie's reputation." Qin Guang Wang laughed and waved his hand, sending three strands of immortal light into Bai Zhi and the others.

One was an emperor Dao divine pearl, one an immortal mirror, and one an immortal sword—all supreme Dao emperor artifacts. The Ming Di was indeed bold this time.

After a moment, Ye Chen opened his eyes again, having recovered.

Once more, he performed the emperor Dao Tong Ming, this time summoning great saints in large numbers, still quite a crowd, a dark mass.

Following that came the holy kings, with the pressure reduced somewhat.

Yan Luo and the Ming Jie Quasi-Emperors watched in amazement—the emperor Dao Tong Ming was basically a god-tier cheat, perfect for showing off.

The underground palace, which could hold ten thousand, was now packed.

The Yan Luo were fierce, kicking people out directly.

"What's the point of crowding in here? Go outside—there's plenty of space. Even in the Ling Yu, we're still Yan Luo. If you don't listen, we'll deal with you when we get back."

"That's about it." Ye Chen finally withdrew his emperor Dao divine ability, stuffing three eight-marked pills into his mouth for full recovery.

"Let's go." Ming Jue turned around, "They're all about to burst from waiting."