Chapter 2148: Nourishing Beauty

Chapter 2148: Yang Yan

The night was peaceful, and the atmosphere in the bamboo forest was quite romantic.

Bei Sheng rested her chin in her hand, watching Ye Chen with great appreciation. The broken Emperor Weapon sword lay at her side, occasionally humming with a surge of imperial might.

As for Ye Chen, he was fully focused on refining pills.

Indeed, Young Master Ye was refining pills without a recipe, as he had no choice. The princess of the Jiuli Clan was sitting not far away, casually polishing the Emperor Sword from time to time. Her every move seemed to say: If you don't refine the pills, I'll end you.

In fact, he had already been beaten once. When he refused to refine them, Bei Sheng had no choice but to act. Both were at the Great Saint level, but with her broken Emperor Weapon, she could make Ye Chen cry in minutes.

"The materials are only this set—if you ruin them, don't blame me for losing my temper." Bei Sheng smiled charmingly, feeling incredibly refreshed. After so many years, she finally had a chance to turn the tables.

Ye Chen wiped away some nosebleed, his face bruised and swollen. In his mind, he had cursed this woman a thousand times over. I've helped refine pills so many times, but you're the most outstanding one—forcing me and always threatening with an Emperor Weapon. How are you so exceptional?

Given this situation and without a recipe, it's no wonder I can't refine them.

While fuming, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel puzzled. Where do all these broken Emperor Weapons come from? Wuya and Gu Santong have them, and now Bei Sheng does too. He, on the other hand, had no such luck.

Now, the majestic Heavenly Court Saint Lord and the great emperor of Dachu, who had slain three emperors in the capital, was being utterly dominated. What a tragic tale with that broken Emperor Weapon!

In the shadows, several alchemists from the Jiuli Clan were still watching. They had seen Ye Chen get beaten from start to finish, and they stood tall and straight. So what if he's the Dan Saint? So what if he's the emperor of Dachu? He's still being thoroughly subdued by our princess.

Slowly collecting his thoughts, Ye Chen devoted his full attention to refining the pills.

He had never refined the so-called Eight-Pattern Beauty Pill before, but he had made ones at the seven-pattern level. They belonged to the same category of pills but with slight differences. This time, it was quite a challenge. He wasn't a god, and without a recipe as reference, the chances of failure were high.

However, as the Dan Saint with extraordinary talent and supreme alchemy skills, he had reached the realm where he could create recipes on his own. The refining process was methodical, and he could produce the pill. As for whether it would enhance beauty, maintain youth, or achieve other effects—that was unknown. He was only responsible for refining it; what happened next wasn't his concern. As for the taste, whoever eats it will find out.

Bei Sheng was wise enough to just observe, full of confidence in Ye Chen.

Not only her, but the old folks hidden in the void shared this mindset. It was all because Ye Chen had created so many legends along the way. If he could slay emperors, how could he fail at refining an eight-pattern pill? Compared to the storms of emperor-slaying, this was just a small ripple.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, two days passed quietly.

In those two days, the foot of the mountain was bustling. Every so often, screams would echo—it was clearly from that Qi Wang fellow. He kept trying to steal treasures but got caught every time, followed by a thorough beating.

Yet, he never learned his lesson. After each beating, he'd go back to stealing, showing remarkable dedication. Even the people of the Jiuli Clan felt embarrassed to keep hitting him.

While the Jiuli Clan was lively, the outside world was too.

Ye Chen's paintings had become a sensation in Xuanhuang, and even a few old folks from the Forbidden Zones had come out to buy some.

For that reason, they invited Mo Qin to the Forbidden Zone for a good chat about life.

When Mo Qin emerged again, he was clutching his waist, limping out. No one knew why he got beaten. Those old folks from the Forbidden Zones were quite bold, unafraid of stirring up the tribulation tides, and they hammered the tribulation-bound Wutian Jianzun until he wouldn't recognize his own mother.

Of course, Ye Chen had no idea about this. If he knew Mo Qin was still in Xuanhuang, he wouldn't be refining pills—he'd charge out to beat him first. Regardless of whether he was in tribulation, hit first and talk later.

My illustrious reputation in this life has been reduced to just three words by you: shameless.

Quietly, night fell once more.

The refining of the Eight-Pattern Beauty Pill was in its final stage. Even Ye Chen looked pale, as he had no recipe and had never made this pill before—it was all trial and error. The energy it consumed was far greater than for other eight-pattern pills.

Bei Sheng quietly stood up and gently placed her jade hand on Ye Chen's shoulder, channeling her essence. That touch of feminine tenderness didn't escape the eyes of the old folks.

"This might actually make our princess and the Saint Body a good match." One old fellow stroked his beard. "Back at the ancient ruins, he stripped the princess's clothes, so he should take responsibility."

"That might not be right! Ye Chen already has plenty of wives."

"The more, the merrier—more people mean more fun."

"The pill is taking shape." The eldest alchemist among them reminded everyone, drawing their attention back to the refining furnace.

They saw the furnace filled with swirling dan qi, misty and enchanting. A pill was slowly forming inside, glowing with a purple halo and emitting a rich, invigorating fragrance full of abundant essence.

For a moment, all the old folks held their breath, staring intently. This condensation stage was the most critical—if it succeeded, the pill would be complete.

Ye Chen popped another pill into his mouth, feeling no pressure at all. They'd come this far; there was no reason to fail. His title as Dan Saint wasn't for nothing.

At that moment, he was thinking about something else: Should he add a special ingredient to this Eight-Pattern Beauty Pill? That would make it truly perfect in color, aroma, and flavor.

The so-called special ingredient was a specialty product from Dachu.

Ye Chen stroked his chin, his eyes darting around as he daydreamed. If Bei Sheng ate something from Dachu's specialty, the scene would be incredibly alluring.

Who knows, he might even get to chat with Bei Sheng in bed about ideals and delve deeper into life. That feeling would be wonderful.

He was lost in these pleasant thoughts, but Bei Sheng's beautiful eyes ignited with flames, her cheeks flushing red. She had a innate divine ability to read minds and had accidentally glimpsed Ye Chen's lewd ideas. As the princess of the Jiuli Clan, she was on the verge of exploding again.

Feeling a chill behind him, Ye Chen shivered, realizing his indecent thoughts had been exposed. Thankfully, he was still refining the pill; otherwise, Bei Sheng might have stabbed him in the back.

The real test was here. The clever Young Master Ye immediately put on a serious expression, furrowing his brows as if something had gone wrong in the refining process.

His acting was as superb as ever, completely fooling Bei Sheng.

At that moment, even the old folks in hiding tensed up. They'd come this far; failure would be absurd. Those materials were incredibly precious, after all!

Thus, what should have been a relaxed scene turned tense because of Ye Chen.

In the end, it proved his trick worked wonders. Not exaggerating, Bei Sheng and the old folks in hiding didn't even dare breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing his refining.

Fortunately, it was a close call but no disaster.

Late into the night, a beam of immortal light shot up from the furnace, triggering dan phenomena, followed by dan thunder descending. It woke up swarms of people from the Jiuli Clan.

"He really refined it. That kid's alchemy talent is insanely monstrous."

"Without a recipe as reference, he made an eight-pattern pill."

"His brilliance has surpassed Dan Zun. His talent is terrifying."

"The Dan Saint lives up to his name." The old folks hidden in the shadows couldn't help but sigh in admiration, their shock evident. They had witnessed a legendary feat, something of mythical status in the alchemy domain. Ye Chen, the Saint Body, had created another miracle.

"Thanks." Bei Sheng chuckled playfully, like a young girl, and lightly waved her hand to catch the falling pill. It was crystal clear and of exceptional quality.

Ye Chen's expression grew profoundly deep, his aura gradually reaching its peak.

This incident perfectly illustrated a truth: Pressure creates motivation. If she hadn't threatened him with the Emperor Weapon, he'd never know his own potential.

So, Bei Sheng set a precedent for the world: When asking the Dan Saint to refine pills, money doesn't matter—just bring something to beat him with and start fighting at the drop of a hat.

"This is my first time refining it, so I don't know what the effects will be." Ye Chen sat down, utterly exhausted, mostly from the mental strain.

"I believe you." Bei Sheng smiled and popped the pill into her mouth.

The pill dissolved instantly upon entering her body, merging into her immortal form. The medicinal power within contained a mysterious force, similar to life essence, meant to maintain eternal youth.

Ye Chen held a wine flask, watching quietly, as did the group of old folks.

Under everyone's gaze, a layer of purple immortal glow enveloped Bei Sheng's figure, making her even more sacred. Her already peerless face gained a dreamlike, ethereal charm.

Ye Chen's mind wandered again—she was so beautiful and stunning. If he held her while sleeping at night, he'd probably have sweet dreams. Taking her out would be incredibly prestigious.

However, as he watched, his expression changed from daze to surprise.

It wasn't just him; the old folks were stunned too. This was an unexpected turn.

The most bewildered was Bei Sheng herself. Wasn't this supposed to maintain youth? Why was she getting smaller? Her height shrank visibly, transforming from a graceful woman into a young girl, and even her figure diminished accordingly.

"A side effect?" Ye Chen mumbled, his mouth twitching several times.

"Ye Chen." Bei Sheng stamped her foot in frustration, her voice sharp as she grabbed the broken Emperor Weapon again, her bright eyes blazing with fire.

"I told you, this is my first time refining it." Ye Chen turned and bolted.

"I don't care—change me back!"

"Put down the Emperor Weapon first; you always use it to scare me."

"Run? Where do you think you're going?"

The once serene night turned chaotic. Bei Sheng chased after him with the Emperor Weapon, while Ye Chen sprinted ahead. Their pursuit turned the lovely bamboo forest into a mess, startling the Jiuli Clan members who had just settled down, all turning to look.

"Was that Ye Chen who was called out just now? It sounded like the princess's voice."

"Could it be the Saint Body Ye Chen? The tenth emperor of Dachu?"

"It must be him; otherwise, who else could casually refine an eight-pattern pill?"

Discussions erupted everywhere, and many people's eyes lit up. Bei Sheng's mention of Ye Chen's name finally woke them from their daze. So, that mysterious person was the Saint Body.

Amid the crowd's attention, booms echoed from the mountain peak.

Followed by miserable screams, full of dominance—Ye Chen was finally caught, pinned down, and given a brutal beating. The furious Bei Sheng showed no mercy.

The bloody scene was hard for the old folks to watch.

Such a spectacle naturally drew the two great sovereigns from the Netherworld, who found it inexplicably satisfying to see Ye Chen get beaten. They could watch it every day without growing tired.

Hm?

As they watched, the two sovereigns suddenly turned their heads toward another direction.

It was the Yaochi Holy Land. In the dim underground palace, that female Saint Body had opened her eyes and stepped down from the stone bed, ignoring the palace's restrictions, and walked out of Yaochi Immortal Mountain.

The moment she entered the darkness, she glanced back toward the Netherworld, as if she could see through the barriers between the human and nether realms, to Jieming Mountain, to Di Huang and the Nether Emperor.

Her smile was eerie, with a slight curl at the corners, carrying a hint of playfulness.