Chapter 1742: The Great Sage is Awesome?

Chapter 1742: Is Da Sheng That Awesome?

"I don't know." Li Changsheng shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum.

"What about Da Chu?" Ye Chen asked again, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Of course I've heard of that—it's the homeland of Sheng Ti Ye Chen." Li Changsheng perked up, rolled up his sleeves, and launched into a tirade.

"Ye Chen, you know him! He slaughtered two emperors in one lifetime, a peerless ruthless figure."

"His legends are all myths. It's said that in Xuan Huang, he turned the world upside down, and no clan could subdue him."

"Then there's Xi Mo, where he overturned the Fo Jia Ling Shan."

He spoke with great excitement, spittle flying everywhere. You wouldn't know it until you heard him, but this guy was a total chatterbox.

Ye Chen said nothing, just pulled out his flask and watched him go on.

Li Changsheng rambled on about this and that, covering a wide range, only to see that Ye Chen hadn't done anything except stare at him, which made him feel uneasy.

This was awkward, wasn't it? At least give me some reaction!

"Done with your rant?" Ye Chen smiled at Li Changsheng. "I asked where Da Chu is, and all that you've said is useless."

"I've only heard of it, but I don't know where it is." Li Changsheng gave a dry laugh.

Asking him and getting nowhere, Ye Chen was truly exasperated. He had no idea how Qing Luan Zu's Qing Chuan had chosen such a host.

He decided not to ask anymore and pulled out the storage bags from the middle-aged man and the elder, rummaging through them in hopes of finding a star chart.

He didn't expect an exact location—just a general direction would do.

But his luck was poor; after searching the storage bags thoroughly, he found no star chart at all, leaving him frustrated.

This was really frustrating—coming to Zhutian but not knowing the directions.

It was all because Zhutian Wanyu was so vast; even a lifetime wouldn't be enough to traverse it all. Ye Chen had felt this deeply in his previous life.

Helpless, he turned back to Li Changsheng. "Where can I find a star chart?"

"Zaohua Tianzong." Li Changsheng said with certainty. "It's the largest sect on Chichen Xing; they must have one."

"Lead the way." Ye Chen grabbed Li Changsheng and tossed him into the sky.

Li Changsheng felt awkward but didn't dare complain. He summoned his flying sword and sped off in one direction, while Ye Chen followed closely, striding through the air.

The two of them streaked across the sky, one after the other, moving at incredible speed.

Ye Chen remained silent, just holding his flask and drinking quietly.

Returning to Zhutian inevitably stirred emotions in him. One departure had lasted over a thousand years, and a trip to the underworld was like a full cycle of reincarnation.

At that moment, he finally understood the mindset of those reborn from Da Chu.

Slowly collecting his thoughts, he quietly lifted his gaze and looked around.

Chichen Xing wasn't small; along the way, he saw many ancient cities and spiritual mountains. It was deep into the night, bathed in moonlight and starlight, peaceful and serene.

On one side, Li Changsheng, who was riding his sword, glanced at Ye Chen more than once.

Even now, he still didn't understand why Qing Chuan's spiritual connection had brought Ye Chen out instead. Could the connection have gone wrong?

In his eyes, Ye Chen was just a mysterious oddball.

Who knows what expression he'd have if he realized that the person beside him was Ye Chen himself—probably scared to tears.

"How much farther?" Ye Chen, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Cross that Cang Hai and we'll be there." Li Changsheng pointed into the distance. "But take it easy—you. Zaohua Tianzong has a Da Sheng, and he's not the friendliest. Don't go provoking him."

"Is Da Sheng that awesome?" Ye Chen smirked and picked up his speed.

Behind him, Li Changsheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He'd seen arrogant people, but never one this bold. Even saints didn't talk that big?

As he was thinking, Ye Chen reached out and stuffed him into a bronze furnace.

He was Qing Chuan's host, after all, and couldn't afford to get into trouble. One day, he'd have to return the spiritual contract; for now, it was just a temporary borrow.

After crossing the Cang Hai, Ye Chen landed on a range of immortal mountains.

This was Zaohua Tianzong, with over a thousand spiritual peaks, grand and majestic, shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy and ethereal, like a fairyland.

Having a Da Sheng in residence made all the difference. Among the sects Ye Chen had encountered, this one was the most imposing, commanding respect from all sides.

"This junior, Chen Ye, means no disturbance and seeks an audience with the seniors of Zaohua Tianzong." Ye Chen stepped forward and bowed, showing proper etiquette.

"What is it?" A ethereal voice came from within the immortal mountains, old and authoritative, neither warm nor cold.

"It's nothing major; I just want to borrow your sect's star chart for a look."

"What audacity." The Zaohua ancestor snorted coldly. "A star chart is a priceless treasure. Do you think you can just borrow it?"

"Of course, there will be a fee." Ye Chen stood his ground and stepped into the immortal mountains, casually ignoring Zaohua Tianzong's defensive barrier.

This move shocked Li Changsheng, who was inside the bronze furnace.

It also startled the elders of Zaohua Tianzong; it had been ages since anyone entered their domain so effortlessly.

In an instant, hundreds of figures soared into the sky, more than half of them Zhun Sheng Wang, surrounding Ye Chen in the air.

The Zaohua ancestor revealed his true form—a burly elder in a python robe, not at all like a typical immortal sage, with a broad back and powerful build. His Da Sheng aura surged, his aged eyes vast and gleaming.

As soon as he appeared, he fixed his gaze on Ye Chen, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern his true appearance, but the mask eluded him.

What a joke—Ye Chen was no ordinary person; even a Zhun Di might not see through him, let alone a Da Sheng whose cultivation was far inferior.

"You can ignore my sect's barrier, so you're no ordinary figure. State your background," the Zaohua ancestor said slowly.

"A wandering cultivator with no sect." Ye Chen chuckled. "This junior only needs a glance at the star chart, or perhaps, senior, you could just tell me the general direction to Xuan Huang Continent."

"Just a saint—do you think you're someone special?" Before the Zaohua ancestor could respond, a purple-robed elder snapped angrily.

Ye Chen said nothing, merely turning his head to glance at the elder.

With that single look, the elder trembled all over, his face turning deathly pale, his soul shaken by Ye Chen's gaze.

That was the might of the Sheng Ti—having slain three emperors and absorbed their killing intent, even a glance was like a divine weapon.

If Ye Chen's close friends were there, they'd surely say with deep meaning: "Let me calculate—this act is quite impressive."

The Zaohua ancestor frowned; with his insight, how could he not see that the masked youth was a formidable opponent?

But so what? He was still just a saint, while he was a Da Sheng, a whole realm above. Did he really think he could show off here?

If he let Ye Chen see the star chart today, Zaohua Tianzong's prestige would be ruined—how would they command the seas and wilds?

With that, the Zaohua ancestor suddenly struck out, grabbing at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was equally aggressive, advancing instead of retreating. He channeled various divine abilities into his palm, merging them into chaos and enhancing them with Eight Wastelands Isolation before striking.

Their palm and fist collided with a thunderous boom, shaking the sky.

When the dust settled, Ye Chen stood firm, unmoved, while the Zaohua ancestor staggered back a step, leaving everyone around stunned.

What kind of situation was this? A saint had actually forced a Da Sheng back with one punch?

Had our knowledge been too limited? Were saints in Zhutian all this powerful now, able to clash head-on with a Da Sheng?

The Zaohua ancestor was shocked too; he hadn't realized until they fought that Ye Chen's body contained two Zhun Di artifacts.

It was precisely those two Zhun Di weapons boosting his power that gave Ye Chen the edge to overpower him.

A saint carrying two Zhun Di artifacts—anyone could guess that Ye Chen's identity was no simple matter, his background terrifying.

"Who exactly are you?" the Zaohua ancestor asked gravely.

"Who I am doesn't matter; what matters is that I need the star chart." Ye Chen smiled leisurely. "I'm in a hurry, so please hurry up, senior."

"Fifty thousand source stones, and you can see it," the Zaohua ancestor said calmly, stroking his beard with a senior's demeanor.

This old fox was clever, finding a way to back down gracefully. Ye Chen was clearly no ordinary person, so this fight couldn't continue.

Ye Chen played along; if money could settle it, he'd avoid violence. He didn't want to reveal his Sheng Ti identity too soon.

With that, the matter was quickly decided.

The Zaohua ancestor turned and headed to the underground palace, with Ye Chen following. This left the people of Zaohua Tianzong everywhere feeling awkward.

What was going on? When had their ancestor become so cautious?

There was no choice; he had to be cautious. If a junior was this formidable, his elders must be even more frightening—they couldn't afford to provoke them.

Their ancestor was smart, finding a face-saving exit while making some extra cash. Old ginger is indeed spicier!

In the underground palace, the Zaohua ancestor's stern face softened considerably. He smiled warmly, looking affable and kind.

His demeanor was completely different from outside, leaving Ye Chen momentarily surprised. This was quite the eccentric.

"I didn't make you lose face, and you're giving me a hand here, senior." Ye Chen smiled. "So, bring out the star chart."

"I like juniors who know how to play along." The Zaohua ancestor laughed and waved his hand, suspending a star chart in the air.

Ye Chen stepped closer to examine it. The chart wasn't large, covering only two star domains, and neither was familiar to him.

"Though I haven't been to Xuan Huang, I do know the general direction—from here, head due east. As for the distance, that's unknown," the Zaohua ancestor explained.

"Does your sect have a star domain platform?" Ye Chen asked immediately.

"We do, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow." The Zaohua ancestor chuckled. "The platform's array is damaged and still being repaired."

"How far can it teleport?" Ye Chen inquired of the Zaohua ancestor.

"Ten million li." The Zaohua ancestor stroked his beard proudly.

"Ten million li?" Even Ye Chen, with his composure, was taken aback.

Who would have thought that a sect like Zaohua Tianzong would have such an impressive star domain platform? It was beyond expectations.

Ten million li was much faster than flying. Forget one day—even two days would be worth the wait. Good preparation makes for efficient work!

"I'll wait here then." Ye Chen found a comfortable spot and sat down. Nothing was more time-saving than a star domain platform.

"Of course, of course." The Zaohua ancestor wouldn't dream of chasing him away; he even wanted to build a good relationship. Why would he shoo him out?

With that, he left, a meaningful glint in his eyes.

Talented youths like Ye Chen were common in Zhutian, but one carrying two Zhun Di artifacts was rare and intimidating.

Under normal circumstances, such a person was best not provoked.

Little did he know, the Zhun Di-level artifacts in Ye Chen's body numbered more than two. If he found out, his expression would be priceless.

"Hey, bro, who are you really?" After the Zaohua ancestor left, Li Changsheng poked his head out of the furnace and asked tentatively.

"I'm that peerless ruthless figure you mentioned."