Chapter 1941: Going for Real?

"Say it, I'll say it." Seeing Ren Wang about to strike, the chubby black fellow named Tang San Shao shrank back again, becoming as meek as a little lamb. "According to what the elders in my family told me, when my mother gave birth to me, she was in a state of Xue Ji Xian Jie. So, ever since I was born, I've been able to control Xue Ji Xian Jie freely."

"Just as I suspected," Ren Wang said, stroking his beard.

"This works?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Xue Ji Xian Jie is profound and mysterious, extremely difficult to awaken, let alone being born from it. The chances are infinitely close to zero, completely dependent on fate," Ren Wang transmitted via voice. "This Tang San Shao before us likely had the same experience as the former crown prince of the Teng She Zu. Even if he can freely control Xue Ji Xian Jie, it requires sacrificing his lifespan as the price, and each time it's even more severe. Something like Tian Zhao, with its overbearing power, comes with brutal consumption."

"I was ignorant," Ye Chen shook his head.

"Don't stop, keep talking." Ren Wang kicked Tang San Shao. "Why can you amplify across two realms?"

"My mother passed away right after giving birth to me," Tang San Shao said, his eyes unconsciously dropping, filled with a hint of pain. "The power she left behind before dying merged into my body. Each use depletes it a little, and this time, it's all used up, so I can no longer amplify across realms."

These words made Ye Chen feel a pang of guilt.

If not for him, Tang San Shao wouldn't have had to expend his lifespan to activate Xue Ji Xian Jie, nor would he have wasted his mother's remaining power. This battle had cost Tang San Shao a heavy price.

Ren Wang also coughed awkwardly, feeling quite sorry for Tang San Shao.

Who would have thought that this unassuming little chubby fellow had such a story hidden away? If they'd known, they should have sat down for a proper chat. Now, they'd left the poor kid in a miserable state.

"I've told you everything, so let me go!" Tang San Shao chuckled.

"Who taught you the array-breaking method?" Ren Wang asked again, while untying the Xian Sheng rope.

"I can't say that."

"Let's just drag this guy away and stew him!" Ren Wang rubbed his chin.

"Sounds good."

"It's not that I won't say, it's that the senior forbade me from saying," Tang San Shao hurriedly explained, afraid they were serious. These two shameless ones might actually cook him up.

"You won't say, but I already know who it is," Ren Wang smiled and waved his hand, summoning a water curtain.

In the water curtain, a figure appeared—it was a young man with eyes like stars and black hair like a waterfall. He exuded an ethereal aura, seemingly ordinary yet possessing the overpowering presence of a king overlooking the world. Every gesture was naturally infused with the Dao, like a living immortal banished from heaven.

Tang San Shao looked up, stunned for a second, then quickly bowed his head.

This subtle action was noticed by both Ren Wang and Ye Chen. No need to say more—the senior who taught Tang San Shao the array-breaking method was the person in the water curtain. Tang San Shao's expression confirmed their guess.

"Since it's him, I'm not surprised," Ren Wang said leisurely.

"How do you know him?" Ye Chen asked.

"The son of the realm, Xi Chen," Ren Wang replied, waving his hand to dismiss the water curtain. "He's the only one who can travel back and forth between the various realms in the myriad heavens. Without a great emperor, no one can catch him."

"Xi Chen," Ye Chen murmured the name, having never heard it before, but he was already familiar with the concept of the son of the realm. Legend had it that such a person could ignore realm barriers and freely shuttle between realms. As Ren Wang said, without a great emperor, no one could capture the son of the realm—though this referred only to realms excluding the underworld, heaven, and the heavenly demon domain.

"For Xi Chen to favor you, this little chubby fellow, your fortune is deep," Ren Wang sighed.

"Can I go now?" Tang San Shao asked quietly.

"Go ahead!" Ren Wang waved his hand, and from his sleeve, a strand of immortal light entered Tang San Shao's forehead. "We're fated, so I'll give you this Di Dao level immortal law as compensation."

"This is great," Tang San Shao grinned and waddled away faster than a rabbit, afraid Ren Wang might change his mind and take it back. A Di Dao immortal law was a supreme opportunity.

On this side, Ye Chen also dispelled the Di Dao Fu Xi array and released the black and white Sheng Wang.

After that, he and Ren Wang vanished one after another.

Only after they left did the black and white Sheng Wang breathe a sigh of relief—they'd just walked through the gates of hell.

"Let's go, to Da Chu," Tang San Shao turned around, in high spirits.

"Really going to Da Chu?"

"I want to be the son-in-law of the Sheng Ti. That little Ye Ling, I like her a lot."

"I've heard the Sheng Ti has a terrible temper," the two Sheng Wang coughed. "His wives are all quite violent too. This old one thinks it's best if the young master doesn't go looking for trouble."

"Don't joke around. I'm this handsome—they'll definitely like me," Tang San Shao said, tossing his head and smoothing his hair, then scampered off, his fat jiggling with every step.

No one knew what Ye Chen would think if he heard this conversation.

Or, if they told Tang San Shao that the one who fought him earlier was the Sheng Ti, would he be scared to tears on the spot? Well, he hadn't even become the Sheng Ti's son-in-law yet, and he'd already brawled with his future father-in-law.

Speaking of Da Chu, the Yu Nu Feng at that moment was exceptionally peaceful.

All the women were there, most of them resting their chins in their hands, gazing into the distance with dazed, misty eyes, their expressions lost in thought.

Twenty years had passed, and Ye Chen had been gone for twenty years.

Every day and night, they longed for his return, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After waiting twenty years without seeing him, the women all looked a bit worn and weary.

Just then, a person soared through the air and landed on Yu Nu Feng.

It was a young man with a sturdy physique, an imposing presence, and blood vitality surging like rivers and seas. His eyes were deep and sparkling with starlight, his body crackling with lightning, like a thunder god, making others afraid to look directly at him.

Ye Fan—it was Ye Fan, back from his trials.

The women had already risen, smiling with motherly warmth. The Ye Fan of today had grown into an adult, resembling Ye Chen quite a bit and inheriting some of his heroic demeanor. Like father, like son.

Ye Fan smiled but said nothing. Yet, his eyes would occasionally glance toward a certain boudoir—the one where his mother used to live, now empty for twenty years.

Back then, he hadn't understood what "a very far place" meant. Now that he was grown, he knew it referred to the separation of life and death, leaving only memories and a deep longing for his mother.

Gazing at this child, the women all sighed, inevitably thinking of his extraordinarily elegant mother.

Twenty years had passed—Ye Chen had been gone for twenty years, and Ji Ning Shuang had been gone for twenty years too. It was heartbreaking for this poor child, who hadn't seen his father or mother in such a long time.

Just then, the tranquility was broken by a clear voice: "Dear mothers, I'm back."

Another person descended from the sky—a woman in fluttering white robes, resembling Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, with peerless beauty and an otherworldly air, like a fairy from the nine heavens.

No need to say it—it was Ye Ling, who had also run back home.

Seeing Ye Ling, Chu Ling said nothing and just looked around on the ground, as if searching for something—maybe a brick or a stick to properly discipline Ye Ling.

The women, too, moved in unison: rubbing their brows.

It wasn't without reason—they were used to Ye Ling's antics. Ever since her first trial ten years ago, she hadn't stopped: stealing things, selling aphrodisiacs, beating holy sons, kidnapping holy daughters.

In short, everything her father Ye Chen had done back in the day, she as his daughter had done the same, and even outdone him, stirring up trouble wherever she went.

For this, the world had given her a nickname: the Little Devil of Chaos.

Because of her, many reclusive grandmasters and holy lords dropped by Yu Nu Feng for tea whenever they had the chance.

The entire heavens knew that the Sheng Ti had a remarkable daughter.

No one expected that the one to inherit Ye Chen's talent for mischief wasn't his son, but his daughter.

"Dear mothers, did you miss me?" Ye Ling chuckled.

As she spoke, she set down the sack she was carrying and released a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl.

The girl was truly adorable, with a demure and elegant air, big eyes clear as water, her body surrounded by radiant light, like a pure lotus flower, with splendid visions faintly appearing around her.

The women saw this and their corners twitched violently.

Clearly, this girl had been kidnapped by Ye Ling—everyone knew of Ye Ling's hobby of abducting holy daughters.

And indeed, that's what happened. The girl was terrified, her face pale. She had been playing in the starry sky when she met Ye Ling, and they chatted happily at first. But midway, Ye Ling stuffed her into a sack, and now here they were—it was all quite shocking.

"Little brother, I found you a wife," Ye Ling patted Ye Fan and winked. "Do you like her?"

Ye Fan was left speechless and amused. So, his sister had been kidnapping holy daughters all over for his sake?

"Ye Ling, come here," Chu Ling said, one hand on her chest, the other beckoning.

Ye Ling obediently started walking over, but halfway, she stopped and bolted—because Chu Ling now held a stick, her eyes sparkling with fury.

"Mom, am I even your real daughter?"

"How dare you talk back?"

Soon, Yu Nu Feng was lively again. Chu Ling's temper flared, and she chased Ye Ling around the mountain with the stick, the women unable to hold her back. A daughter and her mother—quite the spectacle.

Ye Fan was fine with it—he was used to it.

The women were fine with it—they were used to it.

But the girl Ye Ling had kidnapped was frightened, tears welling up in her eyes.

While Yu Nu Feng was bustling, the starry sky was bustling too.

In one part of the stars, blood mist billowed as Ye Chen activated his array to slay three Sheng Wang who had tried to rob him.

Since leaving that ancient star, three months had passed.

In these three months, his mastery of arrays had advanced further, and he had slain hundreds of Sheng Wang with arrays, including one half-crippled Da Sheng who died miserably.

It was a quiet night again. He sat on the river of stars, quietly drinking and gazing toward Da Chu.

Ren Wang was there too, hands behind his back, muttering to himself. He occasionally looked up at the ethereal void, or gestured as if calculating and deducing, like a madman babbling away.

Only after a while did he suddenly stand up straight, staring in one direction with furrowed brows and an extremely ugly expression.

"What's wrong?" Ye Chen also stood up and looked in the direction Ren Wang was staring, but unfortunately, as he wasn't a quasi-emperor and lacked Ren Wang's heaven-defying vision, he saw nothing.

"One of the people fated for Da Chu's tribulation has perished," Ren Wang sighed and shook his head.