Chapter 1754: Wild Game

"At that time, give me some too." Li Changsheng rubbed his hands together and grinned widely, absolutely craving the Hong Huang Qilin blood.

"Finders keepers." Ye Chen chuckled and unrolled the ancient scroll.

The ancient scroll from Jiuchen listed over five hundred Hong Huang races, more than half of which he had never even heard of.

However, along his journey, he hadn't seen these races causing trouble, and since it was given by the Hong Huang Qilin, it had to be reliable.

"Where to next?" Li Changsheng peered over the edge of the cauldron.

"Xuan Huang." Ye Chen put away the secret scroll and headed straight northeast.

At some point, Kui Niu woke up, his face as dark as charred coal, still clueless about why he had been beaten.

Ye Chen glanced at him but didn't bother to respond. Anyone who hits on my wife deserves a beating—if you even think about it again, I'll do it again.

Kui Niu looked utterly baffled, but Li Changsheng watched and understood perfectly.

Clearly, Yao Chi and Ye Chen had an extraordinary relationship.

Poor Kui Niu had decent combat strength, but his brain just wasn't sharp, falling a bit short compared to Li Changsheng.

Ye Chen's journey continued for another month or so, filled with dust and adventure.

The road back to Xuan Huang was still far, mainly because the constant battles had delayed them, throwing off their return schedule.

During this month, the starry sky was buzzing with excitement. Ye Chen's killing spree had enraged the Hong Huang, sending out powerful experts to search the entire cosmos.

The name Chen Ye spread across the stars, and whenever it was mentioned, cultivators from all heavens felt thrilled, their blood boiling.

Just imagine, if there were more ruthless figures like Chen Ye stirring up trouble everywhere, would the Hong Huang great clans dare to be so arrogant?

Unfortunately, no one had yet connected Chen Ye to Ye Chen, and even fewer knew that Ye Chen had returned.

"Old Seven, there's a Hong Huang great clan member ahead." In the starry sky, as Ye Chen was traveling, Kui Niu poked his head out from the furnace.

"I see him." Ye Chen smiled casually, gazing into the distance.

There was an elder in a billowing python robe, with three eyes and blood-red hair—a genuine Da Sheng level expert, radiating thick Hong Huang aura.

"What's that thing?" Li Changsheng also leaned over the furnace edge. He could see the person, but his vision wasn't sharp enough to discern details.

"Teng She." Kui Niu replied, "The largest type of snake in the world, even bigger than a Cang Long."

"Bigger than a Cang Long?" Li Changsheng exclaimed in surprise, scratching his head. "Then why call it Teng She and not Teng Long?"

This was a question many people had.

In response, the Hong Huang Teng She clan always said the same thing: We're snakes, so what? Cang Long might be impressive, but we can still take you down.

By the time they finished speaking, the Da Sheng Teng She had arrived, his entire body surging with murderous energy.

At a glance, it was clear this one had caused a lot of bloodshed, with countless cultivators buried by his hand and swallowed into his belly.

"Hand over your treasures, and I'll spare your life." Before Ye Chen could even speak, the Da Sheng Teng She opened his mouth, his eyes full of mockery.

"Are all Teng She this arrogant?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"The ring on his finger is nice—grab it for me later." Kui Niu hung over the furnace edge, his eyes fixed greedily on it.

"I like the steel bracelet on his wrist." Li Changsheng chimed in.

"Come on, set up the stove and get the iron pot ready. Tonight, we're having Teng She soup."

"Is that really okay?" Li Changsheng said this, but he didn't stop, pulling out all the items needed for stewing meat.

"Since you want to die so badly, don't blame me for being ruthless." Outside, seeing Ye Chen's lack of cooperation, the Teng She attacked.

"You dare rob my treasures and cause trouble." Ye Chen sneered, using Shrinking Earth into Inch to dodge the palm strike, then instantly closing in.

The Teng She was shocked, seeing a flash of golden light before his Da Sheng-level eyes, unable to track Ye Chen's figure.

In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Chen's finger struck, infused with a hundred divine abilities that evolved on their own, with destructive power like pulling up weeds and rotting trees.

At such a close range and in such a short time, even a Da Sheng couldn't react in time. He was hit on the spot, a bloody hole pierced through his forehead.

Blood sprayed out, strikingly vivid, as the Teng She staggered back, his body breached and his Yuan Shen severely damaged—he had been too careless.

"You're this powerful—where were you during the Tian Mo Domain invasion?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, his Eight Wastelands Fist nearly shattering the Teng She.

"Who exactly are you?" The Teng She roared, his eyes blood-red, shocked and terrified as he fled rapidly, not daring to linger.

"My name: Chen Ye." Ye Chen's voice thundered through the nine heavens.

Upon hearing this, the Teng She turned pale with fright. How could he not know the infamous name of Chen Ye? In recent times, the number of people who had died by his hand was incalculable.

Among them were Da Sheng-level experts, proving that Ye Chen had the power to slay Da Shengs—something he couldn't handle alone.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare fight back and focused solely on escaping.

He wanted to escape, but Ye Chen wouldn't allow it, chasing and attacking relentlessly, unleashing secret techniques and divine abilities one after another.

The Teng She was in a miserable state. His Yuan Shen had been wounded earlier, and now his divine sea was buzzing, his head felt like it would explode, and even his speed had dropped sharply.

"You can't escape." Ye Chen crossed the vast sky, his words cold and authoritative, like a heavenly decree with no mercy.

"I'll fight you to the death." The Teng She bellowed, transforming into his true form—a massive snake, indeed larger than a Cang Long.

But that didn't help much. He couldn't even show off for three seconds before Ye Chen's fist and palm strikes beat him back into human form.

What followed was a bloody scene. The mighty Da Sheng-level Teng She had no power to resist against Ye Chen, his body torn to pieces, drenched in blood.

Even in death, the Teng She felt resentful—it was a classic case of attempted robbery backfiring, losing his life after failing to get the treasures.

"Come on, let's make the soup." Ye Chen collected the treasures and casually tossed the Da Sheng Teng She into the bronze cauldron, as promised—for Teng She soup.

"The water's boiling; we've been waiting for it." Kui Niu and Li Changsheng bustled about, knives in hand and sleeves rolled up.

The two of them got to work, chopping up the Teng She and throwing the pieces into the bronze cauldron, not forgetting to add various seasonings.

The first beings of the world, with their essence and refined origins, the Teng She bloodline was incredibly potent—a great tonic that the two wouldn't miss.

Ye Chen was more straightforward, walking along while rummaging through the Teng She's storage bag. A Da Sheng-level expert's bag was full of treasures—not to mention anything else, just the magical artifacts were countless.

"This time, the Chaos Cauldron can level up several times." Ye Chen grinned to himself, already planning to feed them all to it once he returned.

Speaking of the Chaos Cauldron, he really missed it. Back when he had fallen in the starry sky, the cauldron was likely taken back to Heng Yue—he just had to get home to it.

It was his natal weapon, irreplaceable, fused with his Dao and inscribed with the Dun Jia heavenly characters. He wouldn't trade it for even a Quasi Emperor artifact.

"Here, try some fresh." Kui Niu handed over the stewed Teng She soup, not even using a bowl—just a basin.

Ye Chen took it, holding it with both hands, his expression a mix of amusement.

"And yours." Kui Niu served another basin to Li Changsheng, while he himself skipped the basin and went straight for the pot.

"Choke on it." Li Changsheng muttered under his breath, hugging his basin and stepping away, afraid Kui Niu would finish and come *qiang* his.

"You really are something." Ye Chen cursed.

Still, the Teng She soup tasted excellent, with essence and fragrance overflowing, more refreshing than swallowing spiritual herbs.

And so, in the starry sky, he became a striking sight, cradling a large basin and sipping as he walked.

Passing cultivators all had strange expressions. Why else would they say he's a cultivator? Even drinking soup, he exuded an air of dominance.

In the following days, their lives improved noticeably. The closer they got to civilized areas, the more Hong Huang great clan members they encountered, and they never let one slip by.

The three divided the tasks clearly: Ye Chen handled the killing, while Kui Niu and Li Changsheng took care of the stewing. Top-quality wild game with an amazing flavor.

It was a good thing others didn't know about this; if they did, they'd probably twitch their mouths in disbelief. What a bunch of savages! Most people avoid Hong Huang great clan members like the plague, but you three treat them like wild game, killing one after another and stewing pot after pot.

I just have to ask: Is there anything you won't eat?

It was pure audacity—fighting all the way and eating all the way.

The three of them were clearly undergoing transformations, especially Kui Niu, who was at his bottleneck and seemed on the verge of a breakthrough.