Chapter 1821

In the early morning, the warm sunlight bathed Heng Yue, turning this earthly paradise into a scene of pure sanctity, peaceful and harmonious.

A new day began, and the disciples of Heng Yue Sect emerged from their caves, stretching lazily as they headed to the mountain peaks or the streams to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining the essence of the sun and moon.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner, free from war and chaos, stable and prosperous, with a clear path ahead and a bright future.

Only after truly experiencing war and shedding blood could one understand how hard-won this peace was, and cherish it all the more.

Not long after, the tranquility of Heng Yue was shattered by one's arrival. Chu Xuan had returned, soaring through the air.

She possessed a graceful and enchanting demeanor, an unmatched elegance like a fairy from the Broad Cold Palace. From the moment she entered Heng Yue, she captured everyone's attention.

"Elder Sister Chu Xuan has awakened?"

The elders looked up from the mountains in admiration.

The events of that year remained fresh in the minds of Heng Yue's people. Chu Xuan had reincarnated as the Tearless Goddess, and though she was found, her memory seal could not be undone, leaving everyone frustrated.

To make her shed tears, Ye Chen had tried every method imaginable, but nothing worked to make Chu Xuan cry.

It was only when Ye Chen fell in battle in the starry sky that she finally wept, breaking her past seal—but it was too late.

The painful scenes from the past were still vivid in her memory. She had wanted to follow Ye Chen into death, but Donghuang Tai Xin had sealed her away.

"It's good that she's back, it's good that she's back." Yang Ding Tian smiled wistfully, overcome with emotion, looking much younger in his appearance.

"So beautiful, truly beautiful." Pang Da Chuan lifted his hefty head, his eyes gleaming and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"No matter how beautiful, it has nothing to do with you." Zhou Da Fu glanced at him. "Our sister doesn't like someone like you."

"Your smile is so smug, as if Sister Chu Xuan likes you."

"What a beauty, truly a beauty." On a small hilltop, a group of juniors were also watching, their eyes wide with amazement.

"What fine cabbage, all ruined by pigs." Huo Teng muttered.

"Don't mention ruining cabbage—Xiong Er the bear fatty finally kicked that bad habit." Xie Yun said meaningfully, and the others nodded solemnly. In Great Chu, everyone knew that Xiong Er, reincarnated as a pig, had a trademark for ruining cabbage.

"Get lost—if you bring that up again, I'll crash at your place every day for meals." Xiong Er cursed loudly, his fat jiggling.

"You little brat, you've crashed enough meals already—which one didn't you show up for?"

"Hey, that person Sister Chu Xuan is carrying—isn't that the jerk Ye Chen?" Si Tu Nan said.

As he spoke, everyone's gazes shifted to the sky, more precisely, to the person Chu Xuan was carrying. His limbs dangled limply, his face bruised and swollen, his body covered in nothing but footprints.

Even in such a battered state, Ye Chen's close brothers recognized him at a glance.

Recognizing someone wasn't just about looks; it was also about their aura. Like Ye Chen, that shameless vibe was unique across the myriad domains of the heavens.

No doubt about it—the one Chu Xuan was carrying was Young Master Ye. Before leaving, he had been hit with a divine sneak attack by Donghuang Tai Xin and thrown into a remote mountain corner for a thorough beating by Chu Xuan.

Even now, he was still unconscious, like a little chick being carried by her, his once-fearsome reputation completely shattered. It was a good thing he was tough, or he might have ended up in the Yellow Springs that morning.

That scene was all too familiar, leaving the elders and disciples of Heng Yue Sect sighing and clicking their tongues in amazement.

This was truly a case of one thing conquering another. In their past lives, they often saw Chu Xuan dealing with Ye Chen, and the people of Heng Yue knew it well. Even now, nothing had changed—he had slain great emperors, yet still got beaten by Chu Xuan.

"This has to be recorded." Many of the mischievous elders and juniors pulled out memory crystals, capturing every detail. Those images could ward off evil if kept at home, or even prevent pregnancy if placed by the bed.

"Why don't I feel any sympathy at all!" On Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen's many beauties were each holding a small mirror, applying makeup and fixing their hair as if nothing had happened—and even seeming a bit pleased.

"Heng Yue Sect." Chu Xuan stood in the void, her eyes misty as she gazed down, her expression hazy and tearful.

This time, she returned not as the Tearless Goddess, but as Chu Xuan, the peak master of Yu Nu Peak.

This was her home, holding her fondest memories. She had been away for what felt like ten thousand years, and every mountain, river, plant, and tree in Heng Yue felt as familiar as in her recollections. Seeing it now made her suddenly want to cry.

"I'm home." Chu Xuan smiled through her tears and landed on Yu Nu Peak, once again the master of that peak.

As for Ye Chen, after she landed, he was tossed aside, hitting the ground hard without waking up.

The women approached, exchanging glances and smiling at one another.

No explanations were needed—everything was understood. Today, they gathered on Yu Nu Peak because they all deeply loved Ye Chen.

No one cared how many women he had, and no one held any grudges. They were all willing to wear red wedding attire for him.

"Grand Teacher." Xi Yan was the most excited, throwing herself into Chu Xuan's arms, her face streaked with tears, crying like a little kitten.

That single address, "Grand Teacher," made Chu Xuan's nose sting. How many years had it been since she returned as Chu Xuan, full of untold hardships?

With Chu Xuan's return, the atmosphere on Yu Nu Peak instantly warmed up, and they laid out spiritual fruits and fine wines.

It was like a small family gathering, full of joyful chatter. From the foot of the mountain, one could hear the laughter echoing.

But if you went up to Yu Nu Peak, the scene became a bit awkward.

The women were all gathered, chatting and laughing, eating fragrant spiritual fruits and sipping fine wines, while Ye Chen lay sprawled on the ground, still unconscious. Not a single person went to wake him—they just let him lie there.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." On the opposite peak, Long Wu held a Xuan Guang Mirror, watching with sighs and tongue-clicking. The scene from Yu Nu Peak was displayed in the mirror, and he paid special attention to Ye Chen's domineering posture even while lying down.

"With so many gorgeous beauties, can Ye Chen handle them all?" Long Yi nudged his companion. "What a waste."

"Come on, let's start a bet." Xiong Er climbed up, carrying a sack of gambling essentials. Over the years, he never forgot to make money wherever he went.

A large table was set up, engraved with a list of names: Chu Xuan, Xi Yan, Shangguan Yue Er, Bi You, Lin Shi Hua, Liu Ru Yan, Xuan Nu, Hao Tian Shi Yue, and so on.

To put it simply, every one of Ye Chen's confidantes was listed, not a single one missing.

"This doesn't feel right!" Long Wu said, but he pulled out a storage bag from his robe and slammed it down on Xi Yan's name, meaning: I bet he'll be with Xi Yan tonight.

"No ambition at all—bet on the high-odds ones." Long Yi was quick, grabbing a large storage bag and placing it on Lin Shi Hua's name. Among all the beauties, hers had the highest odds, and if he won, he'd live comfortably for a long time.

"I think Shangguan Han Yue is a safe bet, and maybe Shangguan Yue Er too—who knows, it could be both at once. How lively!"

"Don't mess around—Xuan Nu and Luo Xi are the most likely."

"Put it on Liu Ru Yan and Bi You—trust me, it's a sure win."

"What kind of eyesight do you all have? In my view, it has to be Hao Tian Shi Yue." Xie Yun's storage bag was the largest; as the master of Zhu Que Star and You Du, he was incredibly wealthy.

"You little rascals, not focusing on cultivation and just slacking off like this." As they chatted excitedly, a scolding voice rang out. Pang Da Chuan had arrived, full of righteous indignation and the authority of an elder, ready to give them a stern lecture.

But his next actions made everyone exchange meaningful looks and give him a thumbs-up.

Pang Da Chuan had come, delivering his signature scolding before tossing out over a dozen storage bags. He placed bets on every name on the table without exception.

No wonder he was the elder—his generosity was on another level. Then, with a flick of his robe, he left, stroking his beard with a profound expression. He came quickly and went just as fast.

"Now that's real style." The little spirit child tsked in admiration.

"Hurry up and place your bets—once we're done, let's head to Wan Bao Pavilion to buy stuff." Xiong Er urged impatiently.

At the mention of Wan Bao Pavilion, everyone perked up and pulled out source stones, placing their bets quickly so they could go shopping.

Of course, "buying stuff" really meant stealing—they always sneaked around when they went.

Over the years, this had become their routine, and every visit involved some pilfering. As a result, Pang Da Chuan's accounts never balanced—he lost money every day instead of profiting.

Thanks to this bet, the peak became lively, with more and more juniors gathering, and even the older elders, bored out of their minds, formed teams to join in.

It wasn't an exaggeration—Xiong Er's betting table was piled high with storage bags, the source stones uncountable.

On Yu Nu Peak, the women were still chatting and laughing, while our Young Master Ye remained sprawled on the ground, snoring away.

To be fair, those wives were quite understanding—they didn't pay him any mind. He slept his sleep, and they chatted their chat.

At some point, the women turned their heads in unison, their gazes fixed on Ye Chen, all with expressions of surprise.

They saw Ye Chen's sacred body trembling, his entire form enveloped in brilliant golden light. Lightning tore through the air, flames surged wildly, his vital energy churned, and golden radiance shot out, stinging the eyes.

Beyond that, mysterious phenomena intertwined and outlined around him, and faint sounds of the Great Dao echoed from within his body.

Instinctively, the women stood up, exchanging puzzled glances, unsure why Ye Chen was like this or what had caused the change.

"He's undergoing transformation and rebirth." Chu Xuan murmured softly.

"Grand Teacher beat him up, and now he's transforming and rebirthing?"

"Let's hit him again!" Shangguan Yue Er waved her small fists with a giggle, like a playful sprite.

Surprisingly, her words made the women's eyes light up. They rolled up their sleeves and rubbed their hands, eager to try.

If beating Ye Chen could really make him transform, they wouldn't mind playing the villains. They might not be good at fighting, but they were pros at beating someone up. If they ganged up on him, they could probably knock him out for good.

But little did they know, Ye Chen's current transformation had nothing to do with Chu Xuan's beating.

The reason for his rebirth was that he had previously awakened his sacred body divine treasury, combined with advancing to the Sacred King level, which prompted his sacred body essence, sacred bones, and divine treasury to fuse once more. This was a stroke of fate and a great fortune.

The women stopped joking around and cast secret techniques to protect Ye Chen from all sides, with Chu Xuan summoning an emperor weapon to guard the heavens and earth.

Time passed slowly, and Ye Chen showed no signs of waking, but his form was changing. The most noticeable was his hair, strand by strand turning pitch black.

Following that, dao principles manifested on his body surface, intertwining and outlining, while the Chaos Cauldron emerged, buzzing and trembling as it leaped from quasi-Sacred King level to Sacred King level.