Chapter 2255: Get to Know?

Ah!

Nü Sheng Ti’s furious screams echoed sharply in the silent black hole. She flailed her little arms and legs wildly, but it was all in vain. Without any cultivation or realm, she was just like an ordinary child, unable to break free from Ye Chen’s grip, and could only be carried along innocently.

Ye Chen acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, holding her with one hand as he stepped out of the black hole.

One could see a huge "satisfied" expression etched on his face. He felt triumphant and utterly refreshed, even walking with an air of swagger, like a triumphant turtle.

As the saying goes, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—it’s not just empty talk from our ancestors. His experience with Nü Sheng Ti perfectly illustrated this. Back in the day, he was the one being dragged around the entire domain by her. Now, he had finally turned the tables and was singing as a freed serf. He would carry this woman around the starry sky for a spin. The glory of Da Chu’s tenth emperor had been completely tarnished by her, so she might as well forget about saving face. That’s just how willful he was.

The starry sky was vast and profound.

The sight of Ye Chen carrying Nü Sheng Ti was quite striking and eye-catching. The only two Saint Bodies in the human realm, one male and one female, made for an interesting pair—one strutting arrogantly, the other being carried innocently. It was a fresh scene no matter how you looked at it.

Ming Di took a deep breath, his expression growing more gratified by the moment.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it. A Nü Sheng Ti who was infinitely close to great accomplishment, a queen who dominated the heavens and could battle supreme beings, was actually being carried around like a little chick by a mere great saint. It completely upended a supreme being’s worldview.

Di Huang’s expression was also deeply serious. This junior of his family was not just excellent—he was outstanding beyond measure, with courage that knew no bounds. First, he pinned her down and robbed her, then carried her around for a stroll. Across all the heavens, there was no one more lawless than him.

Ah!

The childish voice was crisp and loud, ringing through the starry sky.

It could be said that Nü Sheng Ti’s cries hadn’t stopped since the beginning. Who was she? She was Nü Sheng Ti, infinitely close to great accomplishment, a queen who could rival supreme beings. When had she ever lost face like this?

“How does it feel to be carried like this?” Ye Chen asked with a smile.

“Once I recover my cultivation, I’ll destroy you.” Nü Sheng Ti clenched her little fists in fury.

“Don’t make a fuss—it was me who saved you.”

“I’ll make your soul scatter and never return.”

“How dare you threaten me?” Ye Chen wasn’t having it. He swung his hand and gave her little bottom two sharp smacks. The crisp sounds were quite pleasing.

Nü Sheng Ti was completely stunned. Had she just been hit? Yes, she had been hit—on the bottom, by a beast named Ye Chen.

“Ye Chen…” After the shock, the little girl started flailing again. One could see tears welling in the corners of her eyes—it was unclear if it was from anger or pain. Her little bottom felt burning hot.

“Tell me, where did you hide the Ling Xiao Tie Gun?” Ye Chen lifted Nü Sheng Ti up and held her in front of him. He was certain the disappearance of the Ling Xiao Tie Gun was connected to her. Even ten emperor weapons couldn’t stop it, so in this era, only the fused Nü Sheng Ti or the Zhu Xian Sword had the divine power to suppress it. If it wasn’t her, no one would believe it.

“I don’t know.” Nü Sheng Ti’s sharp scolding made Ye Chen’s eardrums buzz.

“Still being stubborn?” The clever Young Master Ye flicked his hand and pulled out a small packet.

“Do you know what this is?” Young Master Ye held the packet and waved it in front of Nü Sheng Ti, still smiling, his teeth fully bared in a sleazy grin.

Nü Sheng Ti didn’t answer. Though she had regressed to childhood and lost her cultivation, her insight was still sharp. In that small packet was some powdered substance with a faint fragrance.

Hmm, undoubtedly a special product of Da Chu.

At the sight, Ming Di and Di Huang’s mouths twitched violently. They had overestimated Ye Chen’s integrity—or rather, he had none at all. If he fed her a packet of He Huan San, the scene would be incredibly entertaining.

“A special product of Da Chu—understand a bit?” Ye Chen eyed Nü Sheng Ti tentatively.

As soon as he said that, the tears in Nü Sheng Ti’s eyes vanished, replaced by a blaze of fury. Her small body trembled with rage. How could she not know about Da Chu’s special products? It was basically He Huan San. In other words, this beast in front of her was planning to use an aphrodisiac for interrogation. That’s right—he wanted to feed He Huan San to a two- or three-year-old girl.

“Just tell me obediently, and we can avoid hurting feelings.” Ye Chen said gravely.

She caved. Nü Sheng Ti caved completely and without warning, raising her little hand slightly and pointing toward a section of the starry sky.

In front of Ye Chen, it was better to behave. Otherwise, this shameless guy might actually feed her the He Huan San. He was capable of anything.

“There we go!” Ye Chen laughed and put away the special product, heading straight in that direction.

There weren’t many cultivators passing through the starry sky, but from a distance, their expressions were quite amusing when they saw it. How could you bear to carry such a cute little girl like that?

He could bear it, very much so—that would be Young Master Ye’s answer. You all only see me carrying her, but do you know she carried me before? Not only that, she beat me up every few days.

Under the gaze of the world, Young Master Ye gradually walked away.

It wasn’t until sometime later that he stopped, still carrying Nü Sheng Ti, in a desolate stretch of starry sky.

He recognized this area because he had been here before. That day, the Han Jiang Zu had gathered to surround and kill him, creating an otherworldly space barrier nearby.

“Don’t bother looking—I’ve already destroyed it.” Nü Sheng Ti said coldly.

“Tch!” Ye Chen shrugged it off and stepped onto the void.

Then, he spread his five fingers and pressed down. Mystical immortal patterns were etched in his palm—it was a aggregation secret technique, learned from the now-extinct Teng She Zu and evolved by him into its true essence. This immortal art was profoundly mysterious; it could remold weapons that hadn’t been completely destroyed, but only if fragments of the destroyed weapon remained and weren’t fully annihilated.

Soon, grains of dust began to float up and gather toward Ye Chen’s palm. Each grain was a fragment of the Ling Xiao Tie Gun, clustering together piece by piece in his hand until it reformed into an inch-long iron rod—the very Ling Xiao Tie Gun that had been destroyed.

Buzz! Buzz!

The iron rod was quite spirited, buzzing and trembling, as if excited or thrilled. It was as if it had been infused with divine power, regaining its former glory, with every divine pattern on it vibrant and alive.

Nü Sheng Ti watched quietly, curious about Ye Chen’s aggregation divine ability.

As before, her insight was still intact. She could see the intricacies of the technique—it wasn’t just aggregation; it also incorporated the laws of reincarnation. Even she hadn’t fully comprehended such supreme laws.

Naturally, Ye Chen’s success in reforming the Ling Xiao Tie Gun wasn’t solely due to the aggregation immortal art. More importantly, she hadn’t completely obliterated it that day, leaving a way out. Otherwise, no matter how masterful Ye Chen’s secret techniques were, he couldn’t have reformed it.

“Looks like you still have me in your heart.” Ye Chen chuckled slyly, realizing Nü Sheng Ti had held back. With her power, she could have utterly destroyed the Ling Xiao Tie Gun, but she hadn’t, perhaps harboring a sliver of hope.

Nü Sheng Ti said nothing, but flames reignited in her eyes. You jerk, carrying me around and still saying that? Since you know I have you in my heart, why not just put me down?

Well, Ye Chen did put her down, but not because of her words—it was because someone had arrived in this stretch of starry sky.

In an instant, he slipped into a black hole and stuffed Nü Sheng Ti into the Chaos Cauldron.

Through the black hole, he could clearly see the outside. Indeed, someone had come, cloaked in a black robe, but it didn’t escape his scrutiny.

It was a Hong Huang Quasi-Emperor from the Han Jiang Zu. Looking closely, it was none other than the Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di. He had participated in the wei kill in the otherworldly space barrier that day.

“What a small world!” Ye Chen sneered. The heavens were so vast, yet he encountered an enemy twice in the same starry sky—it was quite the fate.

And so, Young Master Ye casually drew an emperor sword.

By the time Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di arrived, he hadn’t sensed the danger at all. Though wrapped tightly, the face beneath the black robe was grotesquely demonic, like that of a fiend.

With a clang of the sword, Ye Chen struck in a flash, slashing out.

“Who?” Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di’s face changed drastically as he retreated swiftly.

However, he was still too slow. Ye Chen’s emperor sword had already reached him.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di’s massive head was instantly severed. As he staggered back, before he could steady himself, Ye Chen’s second sword arrived, infused with devastating power—a strike of absolute killing intent.

Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di was quick to react. Without a second thought, his yuan shen escaped his body.

Pfft!

Ye Chen’s sword didn’t hold back because of the yuan shen’s escape; it split the headless body in two. No matter how strong the divine body was, it couldn’t withstand the emperor weapon’s might, and it exploded on the spot.

Everything happened in a flash. A peak Quasi-Emperor was nearly instantly killed. If not for his deep foundations, he would have been absolutely slain by Ye Chen’s sword.

A hundred zhang away, Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di stabilized, his body destroyed, leaving only his illusory yuan shen.

Only then did he see his attacker clearly—it was Ye Chen. That face, even turned to ash, he would recognize. Upon recognition, his grotesque expression twisted to the extreme, his eyes bloodshot and filled with violent bloodlust, like a malevolent ghost eyeing a living soul.

“Senior, long time no see. How have you been lately?” Ye Chen chuckled leisurely, emperor sword in hand, stepping forward step by step. With nine emperor weapons fused into his body, the emperor dao laws trembled, and extreme emperor might enveloped his sacred body. His aura now completely overshadowed that of Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di.

“One day, I’ll cut you down.” Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di snarled viciously and turned to flee, summoning a teleportation gate. With only his yuan shen left, he was no match for Ye Chen. The number of emperor weapons the other had far exceeded his expectations. If he didn’t run, he’d be out of his mind.

“Can you escape?” Ye Chen’s voice from behind was cold and desolate. The emperor sword was gone from his hand, replaced by a golden flame and black thunder—precisely the immortal fire and heavenly thunder.

In an instant, the immortal fire formed a divine bow, and the thunder became a divine arrow, enhanced with the power of ten emperor weapons.

Pfft!

Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di had just entered the gate, which hadn’t fully closed, when the thunder arrow pierced through, striking him dead on.

No!

A terrified roar echoed from the gate.

As the gate’s passage collapsed, Jin Pao Han Jiang Zhun Di turned to ash, dying in utter frustration. A peak Quasi-Emperor with many immortal arts was caught off guard by the attack, unable to use a single divine ability before being obliterated.

“Time to go home.” Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and the immortal fire and heavenly thunder, then pulled out the Ling Xiao Tie Gun and slung it over his shoulder, walking with a swagger like a street thug.

As for Nü Sheng Ti, she was brought out of the Chaos Cauldron.

And then, by a certain someone, hung on the other end of the Wu Jin Tie Gun.

From afar, Ye Chen looked like he was carrying a hoe, with Nü Sheng Ti dangling like a little bundle. The scene was even more eye-catching than when he was carrying her.

“Ye Chen…”

Nü Sheng Ti wailed, her voice childish and flailing her little arms and legs again. A dignified Nü Sheng Ti, hung on a stick—what on earth was this?

Young Master Ye was utterly shameless, ignoring her cries and just letting her hang there.

His antics in the starry sky were quite conspicuous. Anyone passing by would glance over, their expressions full of wonder.

“Carrying a kid on a stick—clearly not his own.”

“Probably a human trafficker.”

“Have to say, that little girl is adorable.”

The passing cultivators muttered among themselves, still looking back even after walking far away. In these turbulent times, anything could happen, and anyone could show up.

“I’ve got a little donkey, never ride it…”

Ye Chen seemed to be in a great mood, one hand on the Wu Jin Tie Gun and the other holding a wine jug, sipping as he hummed a tune, feeling utterly content.

Glancing at Nü Sheng Ti, she had stopped flailing. Her little face perfectly conveyed what it meant to have lost all will to live. The glory of Nü Sheng Ti had been completely tarnished.

As he walked, a plump old man suddenly chased after them, panting heavily.

“Anything wrong?” Ye Chen just kept drinking.

“Nothing major, just wanted to ask, young friend—are you selling your kid?” The plump old man chuckled.

That remark made Nü Sheng Ti sharply turn her head, flames igniting in her eyes. Boldly asking if someone’s selling their child—you must be sick!

Young Master Ye was amused, not stopping his steps but eyeing the plump old man up and down. You old fellow aren’t stupid—you can see how extraordinary this little girl is. But do you know who she is? Not only won’t I sell her, even if I did, could you afford her?

“Young friend?” Seeing Ye Chen just staring without speaking, the plump old man probed with a grin, “Money’s not an issue; we can negotiate the price.”

“Are you buying by the pound or by the piece?”

“I’m flexible; it’s up to you, young friend.”

“Senior, do you have any ideals?” Ye Chen tossed away his wine jug and slung an arm over the plump old man’s shoulder, looking like old buddies chatting.

The plump old man was stunned, not understanding.

Not understanding was fine—Young Master Ye would teach him a lesson.

That kick sent him flying who knows how far, smashing a desolate ancient star to pieces with a boom.

Joking aside, this was Nü Sheng Ti. Even regressed to childhood and without cultivation, she was still Nü Sheng Ti—who did you think you could buy her from?

Besides, she’s not even my kid. Once I get back and flirt a bit, she might become my wife. How could I sell her?

“Don’t worry, as long as I’ve got food, you won’t go hungry.”

Ye Chen said to Nü Sheng Ti over his shoulder, his face serious and resolute, each step exuding a sense of righteous determination.

That line nearly made Nü Sheng Ti explode. Couldn’t you leave me some dignity?