Chapter 2240: Stealing the Cornerstone

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen shook his head, feeling helpless towards Tai Chu Shen Huo. As the second-ranked flame, its aura was unmatched, utterly indifferent to coaxing or threats, ignoring his sweet talk and harsh words alike.

Seeing its stubbornness, Ye Chen simply added over a hundred more seals to it, conveying the message: if you don't yield, you'll be sealed forever.

Tai Chu Shen Huo, in turn, remained unfazed: seal me as much as you like, I still won't submit.

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen descended from the mountaintop.

Ye Fan and Yang Lan, those two lively little ones, were still playing on the grass, occasionally running to the spirit fruit trees to tiptoe and pick the glittering fruits.

"Time to go to bed!" Ye Chen said with a smile. All the women were in seclusion, so childcare duties naturally fell to him, which he wasn't quite used to.

Fortunately, the two children were well-behaved, bouncing back to their room.

Ye Chen smiled gently and glanced at the various boudoirs. The women were all meditating, bathed in dazzling immortal light, looking as beautiful as a dream.

He didn't disturb them, and at a time like this, he wouldn't cause any trouble.

Bathed in starlight and moonlight, he summoned eight reincarnation marks, one after another, embedding them into the eight directions of the void. Those with limited vision couldn't even detect the marks' traces.

Whoosh!

With a whoosh, his figure vanished instantly, shuttling back and forth among the eight reincarnation marks. His speed surpassed lightning, making his form impossible to grasp—only a faint light could be seen, flickering in and out of the void.

"Flying Thunder God?" The Sheng Zun watching this scene exclaimed in surprise. In front of the Huan Tian Water Curtain, the elders of Tian Xuan Gate were also present, and only a few could barely discern the clues, firmly believing that the immortal technique Ye Chen was using was the profound Flying Thunder God Jue.

"When did this kid master this divine ability?" Di Lao muttered, his expression full of amazement. Even as an old Quasi-Emperor, he didn't understand the mysteries of Flying Thunder God, let alone perform it. Now, seeing Ye Chen casually demonstrate this immortal art was truly astonishing. After all, this supreme killing technique from ancient times was only known to the Ji Mie Shen Ti, and not every Ji Mie Shen Ti could awaken it.

"Snatching heavenly fortune—truly snatching heavenly fortune." Tian Lao sighed repeatedly, clicking his tongue in wonder. If not for Ye Chen revealing it, and if they hadn't happened to be watching Yu Nu Peak, they wouldn't have known about his incredible opportunity.

"How heaven-defying is his talent?"

"The marks he's using must be reincarnation marks. To manifest and engrave them like this, his mastery of reincarnation has surpassed worldly understanding."

"If there are other Ji Mie Shen Ti in the world, I wonder what they'd think."

"You all forget who he was in his first life." Among those present, the most composed was Kunlun Shen Nu. Everyone else stood in a neat line in front of the Huan Tian Water Curtain, while she alone sat at a nearby stone table, leisurely brewing tea. Ye Chen's journey had shocked her countless times—the tenth emperor of Da Chu had created too many immortal legends. She was used to it, and given her guesses about Ye Chen's first life, nothing seemed impossible.

Her words made the Quasi-Emperors' expressions even more profound, as they realized Ye Chen was an anomaly, having touched too many taboos—like reversing the bloodline limits. In the past, he could defy laws to create legends, and now, he could disrupt the heavens to write myths.

Their gazes were deep. Even with chaos looming over the realms and the risk of being trampled by the Hong Huang, they saw a brilliant dawn in Ye Chen.

In the silence, Dong Huang Tai Xin gently waved her hand.

Immediately, a beam of immortal light shot toward Heng Yue, carrying emperor's might—it was the Di Jian Xuan Yuan, hovering above Heng Yue before vanishing into the void.

Her intention was clear: Ye Chen was too important to risk any mistakes, so using an emperor weapon to protect Heng Yue brought peace of mind. Beyond that, many old Quasi-Emperors were stationed around Heng Yue to handle any sudden crises.

For Kunlun Shen Nu to value someone so highly, deploying experts and emperor weapons for covert protection, Ye Chen was the only one in Da Chu's history to receive such supreme honor.

At Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen returned to his original spot, and the eight reincarnation marks merged back into his body.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, yet they couldn't hide the profound insights. His comprehension of reincarnation laws and Flying Thunder God had gained another level of truth. With time for practice and reflection, it would become even more masterful.

He looked up at the misty sky and could see the suspended Xuan Yuan Jian, there to guard Heng Yue—he wouldn't refuse it.

Chu Xuan's emperor weapon, Yu Ruyi, was also quite perceptive, detaching from her body like a beam of immortal light soaring into the nine heavens. It positioned itself east of Xuan Yuan Jian, their emperor might flowing out—one suppressing yin and yang, the other locking heaven and earth. Any outsider approaching Heng Yue would be hard-pressed to escape their scrutiny.

Solid as a fortress!

Ye Chen smiled. He wasn't afraid of the trials ahead; what worried him was trouble brewing in his own backyard.

As night deepened, the old folks spying on Ye Chen dispersed one by one, and all of Da Chu fell into peaceful tranquility.

Ye Chen still hadn't slept; he was already outside Lin Shi Hua's boudoir.

Ding-a-ling!

As soon as he arrived, he heard the sound of a bell ringing from inside Lin Shi Hua's room.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. He could see through the wall into the boudoir, spotting a purple bell hanging in the room, shimmering with light and surrounded by immortal haze. Its ring was clear and resonant.

Such bells existed in the other women's rooms as well.

What a fine treasure!

Ye Chen's expression was meaningful. He could tell the little bell was a special artifact—more precisely, an anti-thief device. Anyone with ill intent entering the designated area would trigger it, waking them from sleep.

And that "thief" was undoubtedly Ye Chen himself.

After his shameless antics recently, the women had learned their lesson. Now, whether in seclusion or asleep, they all hung a bell to prevent him from sneaking into their rooms at night to cause mischief.

They've learned well!

Ye Chen coughed lightly. His wives had been tricked so many times that they'd finally wised up—this was all thanks to him, digging pits so effectively that he'd turned a group of naive women into sharper thinkers. Having wives like this made him quite content.

He'd have to dig more pits in the future!

Ye Chen stroked his chin. As a husband, this was a duty he couldn't shirk.

Withdrawing his gaze from the room, he squatted down at the base of the wall, layer by layer digging through the soil, as if searching for treasure.

To put it bluntly, he was digging a hole.

More plainly, he was digging at the wall's foundation.

Under the moonlight, his figure looked downright sneaky, like a thief.

In the room, Lin Shi Hua, who was in seclusion, had been awakened by the bell's ring. Through the wall, she watched outside with a strange expression, wondering what Ye Chen was up to in the middle of the night at the wall's base.

It wasn't until sometime later that Ye Chen stopped, pulling a treasure from the pit.

Well, it was indeed a treasure.

At first glance, it looked like a chamber pot, and upon closer inspection, it really was one—glistening with golden light, engraved with ancient divine patterns and ultimate seals.

What was lamentable was that this chamber pot was actually an artifact, a genuine Sheng Ren Bing. Who could have been so bored to refine a Saint-level chamber pot? How high must their style be!

Lin Shi Hua stared in a daze, never imagining that the base of her boudoir wall hid a Sheng Ren Bing—and a chamber pot at that. What kind of custom was this in the cultivation world?

She could guess that this chamber pot was buried by Ye Chen. Only someone like him could do something so outrageous—burying a chamber pot at the base of his wife's wall. He was quite the character.

Under her watchful eye, Ye Chen hugged the chamber pot and walked away happily, polishing it incessantly as if it were a precious treasure. To him, it wasn't just a chamber pot—it was like a piece of immortal iron, even more valuable than indestructible immortal gold.

Under the old tree, Ye Chen finally stopped.

He removed the seals from the chamber pot and poured out a strand of fresh blood—a strand of golden blood brimming with vitality, rich in origin essence, and containing a terrifying power that made Xuan Yuan Jian and the emperor weapon Yu Ruyi hum involuntarily.

"I say, that's a chamber pot, right!" On Jie Ming Mountain, Ming Di said meaningfully.

"Obviously, it is." Di Huang twitched his mouth.

"And in that chamber pot, it's your blood, isn't it?"

"Obviously, it's mine." Di Huang took a deep breath, feeling an urge to curse.

Why else would the descendants of the Sheng Ti stand out? He had even hidden the blood of a Da Cheng Sheng Ti, and neither of the two supreme beings knew about it.

But that wasn't the main point. The key was that this Sheng Ti descendant had stored the Da Cheng Sheng Ti's fresh blood in a chamber pot and buried it at the base of his wife's wall.

At that moment, Di Huang questioned his very existence.

The Da Cheng Sheng Ti felt an overwhelming desire to fight, and it was strong. Hiding my blood is fine—it shows foresight—but putting it in a chamber pot is just too much.

This would be a historic scene, worth commemorating.

Di Huang's lifelong reputation would be utterly ruined by this excellent chamber pot, and the mighty name of the Da Cheng Sheng Ti would be tainted with an unpleasant odor because of someone's actions.

"What a credit to the family, truly a credit." Ming Di straightened his back, and even from across the realms of humans and the underworld, his gaze at Ye Chen had changed. As an emperor, he felt like he was looking at a god. Someone as outstanding as Ye Chen was absolutely one of a kind, unprecedented in history.

After so many years, Ming Di was impressed by someone for the first time.

After so many years, Ming Di was sincerely mourning for Di Huang for the first time.

When he looked again, Di Huang had already left.

He had no choice but to go; the Da Cheng Sheng Ti had lost all face. His Sheng Ti descendant didn't just bring him glory—his talent for disgracing reputations was top-notch.

Ming Di, of course, stayed put, still standing there, his eyes gleaming as he watched.

That earth-shattering scene had been etched into his emperor eyes. When the three realms reunited one day, he'd show it to the talents of the worlds.

By then, whenever people mentioned Di Huang, they'd think of the chamber pot, and whenever they spoke of a chamber pot, they'd surely recall Di Huang. What a grand spectacle that would be— just thinking about it excited Ming Di more than watching his collection.

Under the old tree at Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen had completely poured out Di Huang's blood and sealed it within his body.

This move might not do Di Huang justice, but it certainly highlighted Ye Chen's wisdom. He had divided Di Huang's fresh blood into two parts: one to carry with him and one hidden at Yu Nu Peak. It was a strategy of preparation on both fronts.

Once again, facts proved he was right, showing great foresight to avoid being caught off guard if the female Sheng Ti took the blood.

This matter was known only to him; even Ming Di and Di Huang were kept in the dark, let alone the female Sheng Ti.

In the future, the entire Zhutian Wanyu might turn the tide because of his actions, staging a magnificent comeback. As long as Di Huang returned to Quasi-Emperor status, the Hong Huang clans would have no choice but to submit.

PS: First, I'd like to apologize. I was delayed by some matters yesterday, and I'll reply to everyone's comments as soon as possible.