Chapter 1817: Makeup

Chapter 1817: Makeup

Ye Chen reappeared in a spatial realm, a place of bizarre wonders and swirling clouds, with vibrant mist drifting elegantly and colorful petals scattering through the air in a riot of purples and reds, like a true fairyland.

At the entrance, a narrow path wound through the shadows, leading into the unknown, its end unseen and the way ahead obscured by hazy vapors and swirling rain mist, with no clear destination.

Ye Chen glanced around and then stepped onto the path, walking slowly while looking left and right, sighing in amazement.

Along both sides of the path, flower trees stood in orderly clusters, interspersed with rare and exotic herbs, each one glowing with a radiant light.

"Good stuff." Ye Chen clicked his tongue, his eyes shining brightly. No wonder it's Tianxuan Men—this place was full of spiritual herbs, priceless treasures for alchemy, treasures that were rare and hard to find.

And so, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work, walking along while scanning and plucking as he went.

This scene left the Zhundi observers outside twitching their mouths in disbelief. What a shameless guy, taking his time like that—not rushing to find Chu Xuan, but instead stopping to steal things. How greedy could he be?

As the Zhundi watched, Ye Chen had switched to full sweep mode, no longer picking one by one but gathering entire patches at once.

Wherever he passed, everything was left bare, the scene more thorough than if bandits had struck.

"Having a junior like this brings me great comfort." Tian Lao said, pulling an iron rod from his storage bag.

"Don't be so rough." Di Lao grabbed a mallet, found a stone, and sharpened it until it gleamed.

"From what I can calculate, that guy will have to be carried out." Ren Wang stroked his beard, his expression full of meaning.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had stopped, not out of a sudden conscience, but because there was nothing left to take. His storage bags, big and small, were stuffed to the brim.

Ahead, a colorful butterfly materialized, fluttering gracefully as if it were a spiritual being, guiding him forward.

Deep within the flowering trees, a lake came into view, radiating exotic colors with rising clouds and mist, its waters rippling clear and pure.

In the center of the lake, an ice-jade bed floated, upon which lay a woman with white hair.

She had skin like flawless jade, her beauty ethereal like an immortal, enveloped in dazzling divine light and pure white fairy glow. She had been in slumber for ages untold, her tear stains at the corners of her eyes not yet dried.

She was Chu Xuan, the "Chu" meaning sorrowful, and "Xuan" like the grass— the peak master of Yunu Peak in her past life, and the Tearless Goddess in this one.

Ye Chen approached and squatted by the bed, tears in his eyes as he gently stroked her cheek, wishing to wipe away all her scars.

It had been a thousand years since he last saw Chu Xuan, and he still vividly remembered dying in her arms. Remembering it now, his heart ached as if stabbed by a knife.

"Chu Xuan, I'm back." Ye Chen said, his voice choked.

Then, he pulled something from his robes—a brush, already dipped in ink.

The Zhundi watched in astonishment, unsure what Ye Chen was up to.

But in the next instant, their mouths twitched violently again.

It wasn't for nothing; Ye Chen was doing something utterly bizarre, using the brush to draw on Chu Xuan's face.

He outlined her eyebrows, drew a cross on her forehead, a circle on each cheek, and added two mustache strokes around her mouth—perfect handlebar style, elegant and sophisticated.

No doubt about it, this was exactly what the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court was up to.

What made it even stranger was that his eyes were filled with tears, yet he was doing these silly things, turning what should have been an emotional moment into something weirdly absurd.

Looking at Chu Xuan's face, once peerlessly beautiful, now messed up by Ye Chen's antics, it was a complete disaster.

Was this makeup? The Zhundi's expressions were incredibly entertaining. They had truly underestimated Ye Chen's nature—he was already unbeatable.

A talent like this wouldn't appear once in ten thousand years, and yet, by some stroke of luck, Great Chu had ended up with him.

The Zhundi all folded their hands, eager to see Chu Xuan's face when she woke up—it would surely be one of shock.

"Truly perfect." Ye Chen tossed the brush aside and circled the ice-jade bed, admiring his handiwork.

As he circled, he seemed to think of something else. He fetched a large mirror and set it up opposite the bed, ensuring Chu Xuan could see herself in it the moment she sat up.

Only after that did he grab a feather and squat by the ice-jade bed, holding it near Chu Xuan's nose, tickling and teasing it back and forth.

Perhaps it was too ticklish, but the sleeping Chu Xuan furrowed her brows slightly, feeling an urge to sneeze loudly for some reason.

Well then! Even the most composed Jian Shen felt an itch to act upon seeing this, overcome with the impulse to give someone a beating.

The Nine Emperors looked extremely awkward, and among Great Chu's rulers, that one stood out as the most dazzling. It seemed nothing in the world could overshadow his brilliance.

The Nine Divine Generals, however, wore expressions full of meaning.

So similar, just so similar—Ye Chen not only looked exactly like the Emperor Zun, but his personality matched perfectly too.

As the Divine Generals under the Emperor Zun, they knew all about his glorious exploits from back in the day.

In short, the shameless things Ye Chen was doing, the Emperor Zun had basically done them all; people just didn't know about it. If they did, it would be quite the spectacle.

"Those precious scenes, I've still got them saved." Tianjiu Shen Jiang clutched a memory crystal in his hand.

It was a recording of the Immortal Martial Emperor Zun peeping on someone bathing and getting chased across the world—absolutely explosive.

"As if you're the only one." The other Divine Generals chuckled knowingly, suggesting they often gathered to share stories.

"Let me have a look too!" Ren Wang leaned in, rubbing his hands with a grin, eager for a peek.

The Divine Generals glanced at him and tucked their crystals away. Were they joking? You don't just get to see that.

Ah-choo!

As everyone bantered, a sneeze echoed from the spatial realm.

Thanks to Ye Chen's persistent efforts, Chu Xuan suddenly sat up, finally letting out that satisfying sneeze.

Ye Chen squatted off to the side of the bed, hiding carefully, his head buried as he covered his mouth, laughing so hard his body shook.

The scene fell silent, oddly enough because a large mirror stood right across from the bed, perfectly reflecting Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan was indeed stunned, staring blankly at herself in the mirror—a cross on her forehead, a circle on each cheek, and those two handlebar mustaches perfectly in place, not to mention her eyebrows, now so thick she doubted her own existence.

Is that woman in the mirror me? Is that Chu Xuan?

In that moment, the image of the Yunu Peak master and the Tearless Goddess was completely overturned, leaving even her speechless.

"Oh dear, what's happened here?" The silence was finally broken by Ye Chen's words.

He stood up behind Chu Xuan, acting as if he had no idea what he'd done, his face full of confusion.

Hearing his voice and seeing his reflection in the mirror, Chu Xuan, just regaining her senses, trembled suddenly.

After a second of *zhengzheng* staring, she turned around, looking at Ye Chen in disbelief, her mind dizzy as if in a dream.

"Look at you, don't you even wash your face?" Ye Chen reached out with a handkerchief, gently wiping away the crosses and circles he'd drawn on her cheeks, his eyes full of tenderness, like a devoted husband. His acting was so convincing that the Zhundi outside gave him thumbs up.

"Is it really you?" Chu Xuan cried, tears welling in her eyes like frost, spilling over and tracing down her sorrowful cheeks, blurring her vision.

"Besides me, who else in the world could be this handsome?" Ye Chen grinned, his confidence peaking.

As soon as he spoke, Chu Xuan lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing uncontrollably, leaving a deep bite mark on his shoulder as if she wanted to tear off a piece of him to prove it was real.

In that moment, she was no longer the dazzling Yunu Peak master or the otherworldly Tearless Goddess—just a vulnerable woman holding her husband.

She had slept for three years, and upon waking, it felt like another lifetime. Watching him turn to ash in her arms, every memory was like a blade carving wounds into her.

Ye Chen cried too, not in jest—for her, it was just three years of dreams, but for him, it was a thousand years of hardship. The strands of white in his hair were the best proof.

In their past life, they missed each other year after year, and through one great cycle, another three hundred years— their bond was riddled with scars.

"How touching." Di Lao said, his nose tingling, though he still gripped his mallet tightly. Touching was touching, but he couldn't forget his original goal—to beat Ye Chen senseless. Tianxuan Men's treasures weren't for stealing.

"Why does it make me want to cry a bit?" Tian Lao muttered, head down, but he wasn't wiping tears—he was polishing his iron rod with his sleeve.

"You've never held me like that." Donghuang Tai Xin glanced at Jian Fei Dao, her tone resentful, her cheeks flushing red, like a shy young woman despite being a Zhundi at her peak.

Jian Shen felt awkward but still extended his arm to hold Donghuang Tai Xin. It was true—this was his first time.

"That's more like it." Donghuang Tai Xin smiled softly.

"I hate people showing off like that." Hua Qing Luo pouted, one hand holding a folding fan while the other reached for Di Xuan's waist. Not to brag, but he'd never held anyone either.

The awkward part was, before he could touch her, Di Xuan slapped him across the face, sending it sideways.

Ah!

As a few more laughed, a soft moan came from the spatial realm—it wasn't Ye Chen, but Chu Xuan.

With that moan, Di Lao with his mallet, Tian Lao with his iron rod, and all the mischievous Zhundi turned their eyes to the water screen, their gazes sharp.

In the spatial realm, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan had sunk to the bottom of the lake, their figures gone, only ripples spreading across the surface.

Clearly, the scene underwater was quite intimate.

The mischievous Zhundi perked up, staring intently, all ready to activate their heavenly eyes for a live view.

But before they could, a jade hand wiped across the water screen, and the entire image vanished.

It was Yue Huang who had acted, glaring fiercely at Ren Wang and the others as if to say: Have you no shame?

The Zhundi coughed awkwardly. What? They hadn't even seen anything yet.

"Oh, this has me parched. Does anyone feel like inviting me for a drink?" Ren Wang said, hands clasped, sighing repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, absolutely." Di Lao chuckled, grabbing Ren Wang regardless and heading off.

"And how could we leave me out?" Tian Lao and the group of Zhundi followed, not just a couple, but a whole crowd.

"Drinks it is, we're just joining the fun." A few of the Nine Divine Generals tagged along eagerly. If they couldn't watch here, Ren Wang could divine it elsewhere!

"Get lost, you're not invited." Ren Wang scolded.

"Our Emperor Zun's glorious exploits—don't you want to see them?"

"The more the merrier!" Ren Wang's face changed in an instant, speaking earnestly, doing a complete one-eighty.