Chapter 2096: Looking for a Beating!

Chapter 2096: Looking for a Beating!

As Ye Ling and Tang San Shao sped away, the Naihe Bridge gradually faded from view.

Following suit, the City of No Tears slowly dissolved into the ethereal void, eventually disappearing completely. No one knew when or where it would reappear—neither the year nor the star domain.

The spectacle concluded, and cultivators from all corners dispersed.

The onlookers’ faces were filled with lingering satisfaction. Indeed, every appearance of the City of No Tears brought surprises, always allowing people to witness someone awaken their Bloodline Limit. This time, Tang San Shao's performance was even more impressive than Ye Chen and Tian Jiu's—passing through with apparent ease.

Speaking of Ye Chen, many felt a deep sense of regret.

They had traveled from afar not only to see the City of No Tears but also to witness the glory of the Holy Body. However, they waited until the city vanished without Ye Chen ever showing up.

The vast starry sky gradually emptied, falling into a tranquil silence.

While this location was peaceful, another place was extraordinarily lively. Tang San Shao had fled onto a desolate ancient star, only to be caught red-handed by Ye Ling'er. She pinned him down and gave him a thorough beating.

His screams were loud and piercing.

The scene was gruesomely bloody.

It wasn't until some time later that Ye Ling stopped, her iron rod in hand having shattered.

Even then, Ye Ling wanted another one.

As for Tang San Shao, the third young master of the Tang family, he lay on the ground like a dead pig, limp and occasionally twitching. His round body had been beaten into a pulp. No wonder they said she was Ye Chen's daughter—her strikes were merciless, aimed to kill.

“Still playing dead? Get up!”

Ye Ling kicked him angrily.

To everyone's surprise, the little black fatty actually got up. Ye Ling was a fierce fighter, but he was incredibly tough. His twisted body quickly returned to normal. He wiped away the nosebleed as if nothing had happened, rubbed his dark hands, and cheerfully approached her, looking as cheeky as ever.

It was worth noting that his two rows of teeth were exceptionally white—perhaps because his skin was so dark, making the contrast strikingly clear.

“Laugh? You still have the nerve to laugh.”

Ye Ling grabbed Tang San Shao's ear in frustration.

“Compensation. I’ll compensate you.”

Tang San Shao grimaced in pain.

“Now that's more like it.”

Ye Ling'er huffed and, with a wave of her hand, snatched Tang San Shao's storage bag. “All the treasures are mine now.”

“You can have them. So, when are we getting married?”

Tang San Shao chuckled slyly, his face eager. “I'm great in bed. We could go at it for ten days or half a month, no problem.”

Ye Ling said nothing. She just eyed the little black fatty up and down, lingering a second longer on his crotch. She thought to herself that if she kicked him there, it would probably feel incredibly satisfying, and his screams would be delightfully ear-piercing.

Tang San Shao felt uncomfortable under her gaze—more accurately, a chill ran through his entire body.

Instinctively, he covered his crotch. That was his precious asset; he couldn't let Ye Ling take it away and stew it. His future depended on it—if he lost that, he'd be worse than a eunuch.

“Today is destined to be a great harvest.”

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed through the void.

Before the words faded, four shadowy figures materialized in the sky above, all cloaked in black robes. Though they tried to hide their origins, faint traces of Honghuang aura still leaked out.

“Honghuang.”

Tang San Shao's expression changed dramatically. He stepped forward, shielding Ye Ling.

Even the troublemaking Ye Ling now looked serious.

“Wait a bit, I'll buy time. You slip away when you can.”

Tang San Shao whispered through a voice transmission.

“According to the plot, I should be really touched, right?”

“If we both survive this, could you let me sleep with you for one night?”

“You still have the mood to flirt? Looking for a beating!”

“The daughter of Ye Chen is quite a beauty.”

While the two were bantering, the Honghuang Great Saint standing to the east let out an eerie laugh. He licked his scarlet lips, baring his pale teeth, his reddish eyes gleaming with a greenish, ghostly light, like a malevolent spirit.

Tang San Shao had already drawn his weapon, ready to activate his Bloodline Limit.

In this moment, he wasn't joking around anymore; he seemed like a staunch warrior. At the very least, he was firmly protecting Ye Ling behind him, prepared to fight to the death.

“Bullying us two—what's so impressive about that?”

Ye Ling snorted coldly.

“Ye Chen is a coward hiding in his shell. Capture you, and he'll show himself.”

The Honghuang Great Saint to the north laughed even more sinisterly. His neck seemed uncomfortable, constantly twisting, his lips curled in a smug, playful smirk.

“If you like twisting your neck so much, I'll let you twist it to your heart's content.”

A faint voice echoed through the void, cold and desolate, like a monarch pronouncing judgment on his subjects.

“Who?”

The Honghuang Great Saint roared suddenly.

But what answered him was a flash of sword light, swift as lightning.

Thud!

Blood sprayed out vividly. The Honghuang Great Saint's head was instantly severed, his Yuan Shen and true form obliterated together. As his head fell, he stared in disbelief toward the source, never seeing who had struck. A mighty Honghuang Great Saint like him, killed in an instant—if word got out, he'd be the laughingstock.

The scene was so bloody that Tang San Shao couldn't help but swallow hard.

Instantly slaying a Honghuang Great Saint—that was incredibly badass!

In contrast, Ye Ling was much calmer. Having spent three years in the womb, she had seen Ye Chen slaughter an emperor's body before. In her eyes, only her father Ye Chen was truly powerful.

“Who? Show yourself!”

The other three Great Saints were furious, grouping together. Since their opponent could kill a Great Saint in a flash, it was likely a Quasi-Emperor—they couldn't afford to be careless.

Space twisted, and Ye Chen slowly emerged, still wearing a hood that obscured his face. Ji Ning Shuang walked out with him, her face veiled, positioning themselves south and north to trap the three Honghuang Great Saints in the void. It looked like they were planning a complete wipeout.

“You— who exactly are you?”

The Honghuang Great Saints shouted hoarsely, sweat pouring down their faces.

Ye Chen ignored them. With one step, he vanished and reappeared in front of a Great Saint, his palm etched with seal scripts and empowered by Quasi-Emperor might, smashing the saint's head to pieces.

At the same time, the third Honghuang Great Saint was obliterated by a finger strike from Ji Ning Shuang.

Three of the four Honghuang Great Saints were destroyed. The fourth one fled in terror.

But he didn't get far; he was sent to the Yellow Springs by the Ninefold Divine Punishment.

Now, the heavens were finally at peace.

Below, Tang San Shao's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time. Four Honghuang-level Great Saints, wiped out in a few exchanges—it was thrilling just to watch.

Ye Ling, however, stared in a daze, feeling a strange sense of familiarity about the two.

“Thank you, seniors, for saving us.”

Tang San Shao bowed respectfully; he knew his manners.

Ye Chen descended, ignoring the little black fatty and focusing only on Ye Ling. “Girl, have you missed your dad?”

As he spoke, Ye Chen removed his hood and dispelled the concealment technique, revealing a warm, fatherly smile.

Ye Ling's body trembled. She stared at Ye Chen's face, identical to her childhood memories. That profound blood connection surged within her.

In an instant, her eyes filled with mist that condensed into tears, overflowing uncontrollably. It had been one hundred and seventy years since she last saw her father. Back then, when Ye Chen left Yunu Peak, she was just a two- or three-year-old child.

“You still know to come back.”

Ye Ling lowered her eyes, choking back sobs, her voice full of grievance.

“It's my fault as a father.”

Ye Chen smiled gently, lightly wiping away his daughter's tears.

At that moment, Ye Ling couldn't hold back any longer. She threw herself into Ye Chen's arms, crying like a child, just as she had in her early years. After so many years, her father's embrace was still the warmest.

“Is this my father-in-law, the Holy Body?”

Tang San Shao muttered to himself, picking at his lips as he looked Ye Chen up and down. For some reason, he felt like he'd seen this man somewhere before.

Ye Ling was still crying, her crystalline tears soaking Ye Chen's chest.

Her tears even made Tang San Shao's nose tingle a bit. He wanted to join in for a warm hug, but he didn't know where to start.

Helplessly, he glanced at Ji Ning Shuang and forced out a couple of tears, thinking of hugging her to match the emotional scene—at least she was a beauty.

“Little fatty, looking for a beating?”

Ji Ning Shuang said flatly.

“I—I wasn't thinking of hugging you.”

Tang San Shao chuckled awkwardly, suddenly feeling a chill all over. This woman was no joke; she could kill Great Saints in an instant. Better not to hug her.

By now, Ye Ling had risen from Ye Chen's arms and pushed Tang San Shao aside. Through her tear-filled eyes, she only looked at Ji Ning Shuang. It was because Ji Ning Shuang's voice sounded so much like someone from her memories—gentle and melodious. Even after one hundred and seventy years, it was still vivid. And Ji Ning Shuang's beautiful eyes were just as familiar.

Ji Ning Shuang smiled warmly and slowly removed the veil covering her face.

“You...”

Ye Ling's eyes widened in disbelief. It had been just a guess before, but now she was certain. This woman was Ji Ning Shuang, the mother of Xiao Ye Fan and also her own mother. She was the one who had told her stories under the moon and gently stroked her face to lull her to sleep in the quiet nights.

But Ye Ling could hardly believe her eyes.

Back then, when Ji Ning Shuang left, she was only two or three years old and didn't understand it was a forever goodbye. It wasn't until she grew up that she learned Ji Ning Shuang had died. Now, seeing the living Ji Ning Shuang standing before her, how could she believe that her gentle mother had returned?

“Ling'er, have you missed me?”

Ji Ning Shuang's smile was as gentle as ever.

“Ninth Mother.”

Ye Ling choked up and stepped forward, throwing herself into Ji Ning Shuang's arms.

This time, she didn't hold back and cried out loud. She had thought Ji Ning Shuang was long gone, yet here she was, alive. The surprise overwhelmed her. For one hundred and seventy years, she had missed her father and longed for this mother just as much.

“Ninth Mother?”

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and stroked his chin, muttering to himself. He was curious about how his precious daughter had ranked Ji Ning Shuang.

Was it by chest size?

No wonder they said this father was unreliable—amid such an emotional scene, he was thinking of something so improper. His imagination was just that wild.

“Isn't the East God of Xuan Huang supposed to be dead?”

Tang San Shao looked completely baffled, confirming he wasn't mistaken. The world-renowned beauty of Yaochi Immortal Body had spread across the realms; he'd been lucky enough to see her image, and the real person was even more stunning than the portraits.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Ye Chen again. His father-in-law was quite the charmer, having wooed so many beautiful women. Here he was, handsome as could be, yet no one seemed to fancy him.

“What on earth did this little fatty eat to grow up so dark?”

Yang Xuan and Shangguan Jiu peered out from the cauldron's rim, one on each side, clicking their tongues in amazement as they looked at Tang San Shao. If you didn't look closely, you'd hardly realize he was a person—he was just that black; it was astonishing.

At that moment, even Yang Lan tilted her little head back, curiously eyeing Tang San Shao.

In her eyes, that big black lump seemed to be a person, too?