Chapter 1838: Who Is She

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze toward the distant mountains. Through layers of peaks, he saw a figure standing in the void.

It was a young man wearing golden armor, holding a Jin Long Dao. His aura was fierce and murderous, chilling to the bone.

“Long Jie?” The women also looked over, seeming to recognize him. As the divine son of the Long clan, he was quite famous.

“You idiot! Why are you yelling first thing in the morning?”

“Calling our Holy Master by his name and cursing him? Are you looking for trouble?”

“I don’t respect anyone, but I respect you for daring to come here and curse someone.”

The loud shouting caused the entire Hengyue Zong to erupt in commotion. It was clear someone was picking a fight, and they wouldn’t stand for it.

Without waiting for the sect leader’s orders, groups of people poured out of Hengyue Zong, armed and ready for battle.

The person who had come was indeed Long Jie. His long hair whipped in the wind, his golden eyes bloodshot, like a cold god of slaughter.

Centered around him, the surrounding heavens and earth were freezing inch by inch, causing the elders and disciples of Hengyue Zong to frown.

Although Hengyue Zong had many people, Long Jie ignored them all. His gleaming golden eyes were fixed in one direction.

From that direction, Ye Chen stepped out of the void, slowly advancing as he chuckled, “Long Jie, you seem quite angry today!”

Long Jie said nothing. He shattered the void with a single step, gripping his dragon blade with both hands and slashing at Ye Chen from midair. A hundred-zhang blade light appeared, crackling with destructive thunder, splitting the heavens apart.

This scene made everyone in Hengyue Zong change color. No one had expected Ye Chen’s friend, Long Jie, to suddenly attack.

Moreover, that strike was overwhelmingly powerful, a killing blow. In fact, Long Jie intended to kill Ye Chen.

Ye Chen frowned slightly, not having anticipated Long Jie’s naked killing intent, which was incredibly cold.

Even so, he didn’t move. He stood firm like a steady rock, allowing Long Jie’s blade to come straight for his head.

The imagined scene of blood spraying everywhere didn’t happen.

Long Jie stopped. When the blade light was just an inch from Ye Chen’s head, he abruptly halted.

“You damn lunatic!” Xie Yun roared in anger, soaring into the sky and pointing at Long Jie’s nose as he cursed.

Accompanying him were the Hengyue Zong elders and disciples, all with icy expressions, glaring at Long Jie.

Long Jie ignored them, only looking at Ye Chen. “Why didn’t you dodge?”

“Why should I dodge?” Ye Chen replied calmly.

“If you don’t love her, why hurt her?” Long Jie roared, his voice a soul-shaking bellow. His face twisted slightly, his once bright eyes now streaked with blood.

“Who is she?” Ye Chen asked lightly, staring at Long Jie.

“She is my lifelong belief.” Long Jie’s voice was hoarse, and to everyone’s surprise, he was crying. The prince of the Cang Long clan was actually in tears, hot drops streaming down his weathered face.

As he cried, he began to laugh, a mad and frenzied laugh. He silently turned and walked away, step by step into the void.

His back was desolate and lonely, and the dragon blade in his hand slipped unnoticed, embedding itself in the vast earth.

How many hopeless romantics were there in the world? He was one of them.

The people of Hengyue Zong were all bewildered. What was going on? Crying and then laughing, coming and going, wanting to kill but not killing – it was like dealing with a madman who’d forgotten his medicine.

Ye Chen frowned again. From the time he’d known this prince of the Long clan, he’d never seen Long Jie so dejected as he was now.

Even now, he still didn’t understand why Long Jie was like this or where his killing intent toward him came from.

“If you ever betray her again, my Cang Long clan will fight you to the death.” As Long Jie gradually faded into the distance, he spoke these words with his back to Hengyue Zong and Ye Chen.

Along with his words came a jade slip, arcing through the air and hovering right in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen reached out, exerting a bit of force to crush the jade slip.

Instantly, the sealed image within the jade slip emerged: It was an ordinary ancient star, where a mother watched the child in a cradle, silently shedding tears.

Ye Chen was stunned. He recognized her at a glance – it was Ji Ningshuang. Since their parting in the ancient ruins, this was his first time seeing her, and he never imagined it would be in such a context.

The people around him were also stunned, as they all recognized her – the previous Xuan Ling body, the sect leader of Zhengyang Zong, a peerless queen.

In that moment, everyone’s eyes turned to Ye Chen. Ji Ningshuang was his former lover.

“She’s actually on that mortal star.” Ye Chen felt his head spin, as if struck by lightning, leaving him completely dazed.

He had once seen that ancient star; it was where Li Changsheng’s beloved was. Li Changsheng had gone there, but he hadn’t. He had only gazed at it quietly from the starry sky.

Clearly, he was on that ancient star, and clearly, he was in the starry sky, yet they had missed each other – it was like passing by without meeting.

“The baby in the cradle – could it be Ye Chen’s child?” Long Yi scratched his bald head, venturing the guess.

With that one sentence, not only the Hengyue Zong elders and disciples, but also Chu Xuan and the others, even Xiao Ling’er, all turned their eyes to Ye Chen, staring intently and waiting for a clear answer.

Ye Chen said nothing, only gazing at the baby in the cradle.

He was absolutely certain – it was his child, born from their unintended union due to the interference of the Chi Mei evil gods.

He never imagined that encounter would create life.

What was laughable was that, as the father, he was only learning about it now. It turned out he had already become a father.

Thinking of this, he didn’t hesitate. With one step, he crossed the void, shooting off like a brilliant divine light toward the vast starry sky.

“From what I can calculate, it’s definitely that guy’s child.” Pang Da Chuan stroked his beard, speaking meaningfully.

“It has to be, otherwise he wouldn’t be so anxious.” Zhou Dafu confirmed. “This guess is spot on.”

“The threads of cause and effect are truly tangled and impossible to sever.” Xu Fu clicked his tongue, sighing endlessly.

“When did this even happen?” Everyone scratched their heads, their gazes unanimously shifting to the women.

The women were all bewildered, their faces silently conveying one message: We don’t know either.

Only Xuan Nu cleared her throat. “I know.”

“You know?” Everyone’s eyes snapped to her in unison.

“Back in the ancient ruins, the Chi Mei clan’s evil gods interfered, causing the two of them to unite.” Xuan Nu revealed the secret, her cheeks flushing red. “At that time, I hadn’t yet taken human form – I was still in Ye Chen’s Dan Hai.”

“This is really fate!” Everyone smacked their lips in amazement. If not for Xuan Nu’s revelation, who would have known about this?

“I knew something must have happened – and now there’s a child.” Situ Nan tucked his hands away. “He hid it well!”

“What an unexpected turn.” The women all rubbed their brows.

“So, does that mean you watched the whole live scene from start to finish?” Xiong Er rubbed his hands, his small eyes gleaming as he looked at Xuan Nu. “Did you record it?”

“How was it? Was her skin fair? Did she sound good?”

“How many times did they do it? Was Ye Chen really intense?”

“If you have a copy, sell it to me. We can negotiate the price.”

With Xiong Er’s words, a group of troublemakers surrounded Xuan Nu, chattering away. They all wanted to see that footage – money wasn’t an issue; they were all wealthy. They were eager to learn, to pick up some techniques and positions they might not have tried.

Even a group of improper old elders rubbed their hands, ready to join in for a closer look.

“Get lost.” The usually good-natured Xuan Nu suddenly lost her temper.

“Get lost.” The women erupted too, their single word laced with yuan shen power. Whether they were crowding in or not, everyone was sent flying with a whoosh.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already entered the starry sky, activating the domain gate with his sights set on that mortal star.

All the way, he kept rubbing his brows. Damn, my aim was that accurate?

Even after a great cycle, thinking back to that steamy scene still made him extremely embarrassed – he couldn’t hold it together.

This fatherhood thing hit him completely off guard.

Naturally, he understood why Long Jie was so agitated. It was because Long Jie deeply loved the Yaochi Shennu, but he didn’t know that Yaochi was the reincarnated Ji Ningshuang.

The woman he loved had become someone else’s wife, had a child, and been abandoned – who wouldn’t explode?

“It’s hurt our friendship.” Ye Chen slapped his forehead hard.

Who knew Long Jie liked Ji Ningshuang? Who knew Ji Ningshuang had his child? And who knew Ji Ningshuang was on that mortal star? If he’d known earlier, he would have brought her back.

Now, in Long Jie’s eyes, he’d carelessly earned himself a reputation as someone who abandons his wife and child.