Chapter 1833: Playing Pretend Again

Chapter 1833: Attracting the Calamity

The full moon banquet was lively and extraordinary. The Huangzhe Shenjiang were at one table, the Tianxuan Men at another, everything arranged in perfect order.

There was another table that was the most prominent, with few people but with impressive backgrounds. No one present dared to underestimate them.

At that table sat Zi Xuan, Long Yi, and Long Wu. As for the other one, it was needless to say, Ren Wang.

All four were remnants of emperors, each a figure who shook the ancients and dazzled the present. Even as remnants, they upheld the prestige of the emperor's path.

However, when it came to their temperaments, three of them were not exactly commendable, especially that scoundrel Ren Wang.

Zi Xuan sat quietly, not saying a word, her expression cold and aloof, like a sculpted ice statue devoid of any human emotion.

“Say something, it's so awkward,” Long Wu poured her wine. “We're all Great Emperor remnant souls.”

“How about I tell a joke?” Long Yi suggested, his forehead gleaming brightly, exuding an air of sophistication.

“This hand is so soft and smooth,” Ren Wang was the most direct, grabbing Zi Xuan's hand and fondling it repeatedly, acting quite lecherously.

Zi Xuan remained silent and simply flung a dish at his face, leaving Long Yi and Long Wu too intimidated to make any further moves.

“I heard that one over there is the true disciple of Ming Di.” At the Huangzhe table, Zhan Wang pointed towards Ming Jue from afar.

“The one sitting next to him must be Di Huang's disciple.”

“Indeed, they are outstanding talents.” The Shenjiang also sighed in admiration.

Because of these supreme overlords, the well-wishers felt a bit restrained, and even the more lively ones were behaving themselves.

The most joyful one was Ye Chen's precious daughter, running all over the mountains and flocking to wherever there were beautiful women.

Whenever she saw someone pretty, whether it was a Huangzhe, a Shenjiang, or a female junior disciple, she would call them “mother.”

This sight made everyone watching exchange meaningful glances: This little one was truly filial, helping her father woo women.

As time passed and the wine flowed, people loosened up, drinking until their faces were flushed and necks thick, cursing and bantering freely.

What started as a full moon banquet turned into a grand feast, with no distinctions between seniors and juniors as everyone mingled, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Ye Chen woke up, his face full of dark lines, glaring at Chu Lingyu and Hongchen Xue with bloodshot eyes. Earlier, he had been triumphant, but today, the two women had beaten him silly again.

“Touch me again and I'll beat you.” Chu Lingyu couldn't help but scold, that part of her body hadn't even been touched by Hongchen yet.

“You've gone too far.” Hongchen Xue glared at him fiercely too.

“Just you wait.” Ye Chen made a mental vow that one day, when he had time, he'd borrow Chu Xuan's Di Bing to use.

“Mother, hold me.” The little one ran over, blinking her big eyes at Chu Lingyu and Hongchen Xue.

“This little rascal has become so clever.” The two women were amused, finding her more endearing by the second. They stroked her little face and pinched her nose, treating her far more gently than they did Ye Chen.

“What a scene-stealer.” Ye Chen laughed shamelessly.

“Why are you standing there? Come drink.” Situ Nan dragged him away, carrying a large wine jar.

“Drink up.” Ye Chen wiped the blood from his nose and rolled up his sleeves.

Now that he was a father, he was in high spirits, and his tolerance for alcohol was no joke. He knocked out one challenger after another without even breaking a sweat.

The atmosphere was electric, with Yunu Peak resembling a fairyland, showcasing the world's prosperity. With no wars, it was a rare moment of peace.

Just as the banquet was at its peak, a thunderous boom suddenly echoed from the heavens.

Hearing it, everyone stopped and looked up collectively.

All they could see was the void filled with dark clouds, turning the once clear daytime into gloom, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

On top of that, a pressure descended, making everyone present tremble, whether Huangzhe or Shenjiang.

“Tianjie.” Jian Shen stood up, his eyes deep and profound.

“Who the hell is this? Eating too much and looking for trouble!” Curses erupted, blending into a chorus that shook Yunu Peak. With so many people around, if someone were to undergo Tianjie, it would be chaotic.

The Huangzhe remained silent, and the Shenjiang did too, all turning their gazes toward Ye Chen.

As they looked, the people on the mountain followed suit.

When they realized it was Ye Chen, everyone's faces darkened collectively. Instinctively, they assumed it was his Tianjie—that scoundrel loved crossing tribulations in crowds.

“Why are you all staring at me?” Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

“Keep pretending, and it's your Tianjie.” The crowd scolded.

“Stop messing around, it's not mine.” Ye Chen pursed his lips. He was joking—his Tianjie wouldn't be wasted like this. If he were to cross it, he'd go to Honghuang and strike them down.

“It's the child in your arms.” Donghuang TaiXin said softly.

At her words, everyone on the mountain stood up. The little one in Ye Chen's arms was indeed Ye Ling.

All their expressions turned fascinating. A three-year-old in Kongming stage actually attracting Tianjie? It was unheard of.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed deeply as he looked at the little one in his arms. Using his Lunhui Eye, he confirmed it was indeed her Tianjie.

“Ling'er.” Chu Ling rushed over, snatched the child, and her face paled. The little one was so young; undergoing Tianjie would be like sending her to her death. As a mother, how could she not be afraid?

The other women's expressions were also extremely grim. The Tianjie had come too suddenly, and even they hadn't reacted in time.

“Seal it.” Ye Chen shouted coldly, pointing a finger at Xiao Ling'er's forehead and casting a Jinfa, trying to seal the little one's Tianjie until she was older and could face it.

But to his dismay, the sealing method that worked on his own Tianjie was ineffective on Ye Ling—it couldn't be sealed.

“Come on, let me try.” Ren Wang rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, placing a finger on the little one's forehead.

Yet, the result was the same—the Tianjie couldn't be sealed.

Ren Wang raised an eyebrow. This was truly strange.

The Huangzhe and Shenjiang stepped in one after another, and even the Tianxuan Men Zhundi joined in, each casting forbidden techniques.

However, all their divine powers were useless on Ye Ling—as if they were just for show.

“How could this be?” Everyone's brows knitted together.

In contrast, Ye Ling looked completely innocent, blinking her clear eyes curiously at the people in front of her. Unaware of the world, she had no idea what was happening.

“Let her undergo the Tianjie.” Donghuang TaiXin took a deep breath. Since it couldn't be sealed, the only option was to face it.

“No, no, she's just a child.” Chu Ling seemed startled, clinging tightly to Xiao Ling'er, her face even paler.

“She must pass this trial.” Ye Chen gently waved his hand, casting another Jinfa, but this time, he sealed Chu Ling'er instead. They couldn't delay any longer.

Chu Ling's body went limp, and she fell into a deep sleep in Chu Xuan's arms, tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes.

“Are you sure about letting her undergo it?” Chu Xuan stared at Ye Chen intently. “This isn't a game—one mistake, and she'll perish.”

“Let her.” Ye Chen said calmly. He had been struck by lightning countless times and knew all too well that this Tianjie couldn't be avoided.

With that, he took Xiao Ling'er and used Suo Di Cheng Cun several times to leave Hengyue Zong, ascending into the vast void.

The little one was clueless, curiously looking down below. In her eyes, the people below had all shrunk to tiny sizes.

“Child, are you afraid?” Ye Chen stroked Ye Ling's little head, smiling warmly with a father's tenderness.

The little one was ignorant of fear, but she laughed brightly and innocently, her big eyes curving into crescents.

Ye Chen smiled and infused her with a surge of spiritual power, suspending the little one in the void while he retreated.

This was Ye Ling's Tianjie; his presence would only harm her. He could only be an observer.

The people from the mountain also came out, standing in all directions.

No one dared to approach—not out of fear of the Tianjie, but to avoid harming Xiao Ling'er. Her tribulation was something outsiders couldn't help with.

Wah wah wah!

As Ye Chen moved away, Xiao Ling'er burst into loud cries, tears streaming down her face as she hung in the clouds, sobbing painfully like an abandoned child who couldn't see her parents.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan wanted to rush forward, but Ye Chen held her back. The other women were the same, all restrained by Ye Chen.

The women were worried, and his expression was no less grave. If possible, he would gladly take the tribulation in her place.

Unfortunately, one's Tianjie must be faced by oneself—no one else could interfere; it was up to the one undergoing it to fight.

“Do you think that little girl can withstand the Tianjie?” On Jieming Mountain, Ming Di asked casually, glancing at Di Huang.

“Her father is Ye Chen.” Di Huang smiled slightly, not answering directly but simply mentioning Ye Chen's name.

Ming Di also smiled, understanding the deeper meaning in Di Huang's words.

The little one had inherited not only half of Ye Chen's bloodline but also his unyielding will—where the heart doesn't die, the spirit doesn't perish.