Chapter 2256: We Don't Believe

Bathed in starlight and moonlight, Ye Chen walked further and further, his silhouette stretching unusually long against the starry sky. The female Sheng Ti hanging on the iron stick was particularly eye-catching. She seemed to have accepted her reality, or perhaps she was just tired of cursing, for the rest of the journey, she was quieter than expected, meekly acting like a little bundle and ignoring Ye Chen entirely.

"You, what exactly is your origin?"

"Why do you help the Tian Mo?"

"What is that so-called Taigu Honghuang place?"

"Why must you go to Taigu Honghuang?"

Ye Chen carried the iron stick and held his wine flask, asking questions nonstop as he walked, circling around these few topics. He was relentless, repeating them every so often. These weren't just his doubts; they were also the questions of the supreme beings, all hoping for accurate answers.

The female Sheng Ti ignored him completely.

Ye Chen, perhaps too curious, tried every trick—coaxing, threatening, bluffing—but she remained unmoved, impervious to it all, and he ended up learning nothing.

It was a peaceful night when he returned to Da Chu.

Donghuang Taixin and the others had been waiting for a while, or rather, they were still gathered around the white jade dragon throne, studying it. This group of old folks was extraordinarily spirited, staying up late into the night with remarkable dedication.

The stalemate broke only when Ye Chen entered the bamboo grove.

The expressions of the Quasi-Emperors were still quite peculiar. After glancing at Ye Chen, their gazes settled on the female Sheng Ti, hanging on the Lingxiao iron stick—it was quite a novel sight.

"Esteemed predecessors, have you missed me?" Ye Chen grinned.

"This little girl is so plump and rosy, full of life and vitality."

"Hmm, she's on par with Xiao Ruoxi."

The old folks completely ignored Ye Chen's greeting, brushing past him to crowd around the female Sheng Ti, chattering away without a hint of awkwardness.

Ye Chen's face darkened.

Don't you know that I got beaten countless times in the forbidden zones because you sent me as a messenger? Why isn't anyone asking how I am? Is it okay to ignore me like this? Or is it that, in your eyes, this little girl is more important than me, the Emperor of Da Chu?

The crowd's answer would undoubtedly be unanimous: Yes.

As the Emperor of Da Chu, you should embody the emperor's demeanor. We sent you to get beaten, after all.

Looking at the female Sheng Ti, with her plump little face, it was even darker than Ye Chen's.

Who was she? She was the female Sheng Ti, infinitely close to the Great Accomplishment stage. Being hung up like this and gawked at was utterly humiliating. I'm a Sheng Ti, not some monkey!

Damn!

Just as they were watching, a sudden exclamation startled everyone, making their bodies jolt.

The sound came from Sheng Zun, who had pushed through the crowd and was sniffing the female Sheng Ti like a little dog.

After sniffing, he turned his head, his expression wonderfully complex as he looked at Ye Chen. "Female Sheng Ti?"

"Senior, you have sharp eyes." Ye Chen replied meaningfully.

As soon as he said that, the noisy bamboo grove fell into dead silence, like a tomb.

Then, Ye Chen was abruptly shoved out of the crowd.

The female Sheng Ti was carefully taken down, and the group of old folks swarmed around her, forming inner and outer circles, completely surrounding the little girl. They stroked their beards or rubbed their chins, eyeing her up and down like she was some exotic creature.

Once they confirmed it was indeed the female Sheng Ti, the Quasi-Emperors' expressions turned as marvelous as Sheng Zun's, their minds reeling as if struck by lightning.

"After doing so many bad deeds, you're bound to face retribution."

Perhaps sensing their confusion, Ye Chen provided an answer. He was quite relaxed, having made his way to the white jade dragon throne, where he blew on it and wiped it with his sleeve. He hadn't seen it in days and missed it terribly. Today, he had to take it with him—he couldn't leave it here.

His words made the female Sheng Ti's eyes ignite with flames.

Seeing this, the Quasi-Emperors raised their eyebrows. From Ye Chen and the female Sheng Ti's demeanors, they could guess there were many stories in between. What sighed them most was Ye Chen's audacity—he had actually hung the female Sheng Ti on a stick. You really are lawless.

If they knew more, who knows what their expressions would be.

The group wasn't foolish; they could see the forbidden curse in the female Sheng Ti's body, entwined with colorful immortal light. The caster must have been the Zhu Xian Sword. The curse that could revert her to childhood and strip her of all cultivation was terrifying indeed. Ye Chen's trip to the forbidden zone must have been extremely perilous.

Gurgle!

The silence in the bamboo grove was finally broken by this sound, coming from the female Sheng Ti's stomach. With no cultivation left, she was now just an ordinary person, and she needed to eat.

The female Sheng Ti, who had been furious just a moment ago, now felt extremely embarrassed.

Ye Chen waved his hand, storing the female Sheng Ti in his cauldron, isolating her from the outside world. He had already prepared food for her inside. As for the matters they were about to discuss, she didn't need to know.

"The experiences of Da Chu's tenth emperor are truly colorful." Tian Lao sighed.

"The female Sheng Ti has been completely subdued— you're quite the man."

"I'm wondering if it's possible to persuade the female Sheng Ti to form an alliance." Xi Chen said leisurely.

"Such an important task would be perfect for a certain emperor."

As they spoke, everyone's gazes converged on Ye Chen.

This monumental mission wasn't for just anyone; it required someone shameless enough, and Da Chu's tenth emperor absolutely fit the bill.

Thus, the way the group of old folks looked at Ye Chen grew even more earnest—it was full of expectation and earnest entrustment.

Ye Chen got the hint, striking a handsome pose and flashing an OK sign. Since his predecessors thought so highly of him, he would give it his all to woo her.

"The boy can be taught." The Quasi-Emperors looked pleased.

"Enough with the nonsense—how many imperial artifacts did you borrow?" Donghuang Taixin asked Ye Chen with a smile.

"I failed your trust; I only borrowed three." Ye Chen sighed, his expression full of remorse, acting it out perfectly. He had planned this before coming—just hand over three casually, and keep the remaining seven for himself. That was reliable.

"No way!" Di Lao glanced at Ye Chen, clearly skeptical.

"With your skills and personality, you only borrowed three? Are you kidding?" Tian Lao scolded.

"Three is already a lot—do you think imperial artifacts are cabbages?" Ye Chen retorted.

"I think searching him would be more straightforward." Sheng Zun stroked his chin.

In fact, that's exactly what the Quasi-Emperors did, swarming him again.

Ye Chen wasn't having it; he used Flying Thunder God to escape the bamboo grove. Are you kidding? The imperial weapons he had fought so hard for weren't going to all of them.

It had to be said, his feet were quick, but he still couldn't escape being caught.

The one who struck was the Evil Demon, using the divine powers of the spirits and demons to seize heaven's fortune. With one hand, she pulled him out, as if his so-called Flying Thunder God was nothing in her eyes.

Donghuang Taixin also set up a barrier with imperial artifacts, cutting off Ye Chen's heavenly dao. The two supreme queens had him figured out completely—one countered Flying Thunder God, the other sealed the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, dashing any thoughts of escape.

These two women are seriously impressive!

Dragged by the Evil Demon, Ye Chen's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Who knew Flying Thunder God could be countered, or that Reincarnation Heavenly Dao could be sealed? If he'd known, he would have hidden the imperial weapons outside. Now, his two relied-upon divine arts were useless—how embarrassing.

"Run—why aren't you running?" The crowd smiled slyly.

"Actually, I borrowed five imperial artifacts." Ye Chen chuckled.

"We don't believe it." The Quasi-Emperors ignored his nonsense and pounced again. Da Chu's tenth emperor's words were all hot air—what was most direct was doing it themselves.

Ah!

In the depths of the night, Ye Chen's screams echoed loudly. The Quasi-Emperors were utterly shameless, not only snatching the imperial artifacts but also giving him a thorough beating.

At that moment, the liar was sent into dreamland by the Quasi-Emperors, sprawled out in a perfect spread-eagle on the ground, spitting blood foam and suffering from shattered fractures all over.

"What a surprise, truly a surprise." Looking at the ten floating imperial artifacts, everyone couldn't help but click their tongues. "He actually borrowed ten imperial artifacts—the forbidden zones are quite generous."

"Rather than saying the forbidden zones are generous, it's more accurate to say Ye Chen is incredibly capable." Yue Huang laughed.

No one refuted this. In fact, their expressions grew even more profound. If they had gone as messengers to the forbidden zones, whether they could even return was questionable, let alone borrow imperial artifacts.

So, sending Ye Chen that day was an incredibly wise decision.

It wasn't that Ye Chen was exceptionally tough; it was that he was exceptionally good at bluffing.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As the Quasi-Emperors marveled, the ten imperial artifacts began to hum, circling the white jade dragon throne without being summoned, as if excited or thrilled.

This scene made everyone's eyes deepen, once again confirming that the forbidden zones belonged to the Heavenly Court.

Even grander scenes followed.

After the ten imperial artifacts, the Lingxiao iron stick joined in, circling the dragon throne.

Then came Ye Chen's storage bag, from which beams of immortal light flew out—tiles, bricks, beams, you name it—all in massive quantities, circling the white jade dragon throne.

"This..." Everyone twitched their mouths, looking bewildered. Ye Chen's storage bag was full of treasures. Those who knew he was Da Chu's emperor might understand, but those who didn't would think he was a carpenter. He had everything for building a house.

"From the looks of it, he really dismantled the Lingxiao Treasure Hall." Xi Chen chuckled.

Given that Ye Chen had so many treasures, the group of unscrupulous Quasi-Emperors acted quite boldly—one pocketed a tile, another grabbed a brick. All from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, they carried mysterious powers and needed to be studied carefully. They could even be used in battles to smash enemies—don't underestimate them; their power was surely formidable.

It was a good thing Ye Chen was unconscious; if he woke up and saw this, he might pass out from anger again. You're all so shameless—is this appropriate?

Once the looting was done, the Evil Demon pulled out Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron.

Donghuang Taixin waved her hand, releasing the female Sheng Ti. The two queens worked together seamlessly.

The moment the female Sheng Ti emerged, she saw Ye Chen lying there like a dead pig, which made her feel incredibly satisfied. If not for the old folks watching, she might have gone over to kick him a couple of times.

The Quasi-Emperors, too, watched her like she was some curiosity, their eyes shining.

The female Sheng Ti's little face instantly frosted over. She glanced around, and even though she had been reverted to childhood and lost all her cultivation, her gaze was still domineering.

"Dao friend, we've offended you." Donghuang Taixin said softly, gently waving her sleeve to place the female Sheng Ti on the white jade dragon throne, drawing the Quasi-Emperors' focused gazes.