Chapter 2367: Is It Useful?

Chapter 2367: Is It Useful?

The night was very quiet, truly very quiet.

The vast and boundless realm of Tianxuan Gate, bathed in starlight and moonlight, appeared peaceful and majestic. It was a paradise on earth, ancient and weathered, holding many long-forgotten stories.

On the mountain path, a group of old fellows hobbled along, each clutching their aching backs and limping. Clearly, they had been beaten, and the one who did it was the peerless Di Ji, who had slapped them so hard that even the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu was sent flying out of the peach blossom forest.

Compared to them, Ye Chen was still full of energy, walking at the front with his back straight, occasionally glancing back. They had all been beaten, but the difference was stark.

For this, Young Master Ye handed out his treasured items to each of them one by one.

This perked everyone up. If getting beaten meant receiving treasured items, they'd all be willing to get thrashed to death. Most importantly, these were Di Ji's treasured items—just thinking about it was thrilling.

Ye Chen reappeared, now deep within Tianxuan Gate at a fairy pond.

Xiao Ye Fan and Yang Lan were there. When he arrived, the two little ones were sitting cross-legged in the fairy pond, meditating and bathing in the starlight and moonlight. They were pure and flawless, with mysterious phenomena faintly visible around them—the combination of heavenly punishment and heavenly calamity, with bloodline repulsions merging to produce a mysterious power.

They had both returned to their normal growth rates. Their childish appearances remained, but they would gradually fade with time. The next time they emerged, they would likely be a young boy and girl.

Suddenly, a figure manifested—it was a woman in white robes, at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm. She appeared to be only twenty years old, but in reality, she was an old-timer, on the same level as Tian Lao in seniority.

Ye Chen smiled. "In these days, thank you, Elder, for taking care."

The woman smiled gently, like a spring breeze, but said no more, as if she disliked speaking.

Ye Chen bowed in respect, took one last look, and quietly withdrew.

Leaving the fairy pond, he didn't head back to the peach blossom forest—he didn't want to get beaten again—and instead went straight to Hengyue.

The spirit pill pavilion at night was eerily silent.

Ye Chen entered and couldn't help but furrow his brows. The pavilion was a complete mess, reduced to ruins. Most of the buildings had collapsed, with bricks and tiles scattered everywhere, and stone tables and chairs toppled in disarray. Anyone seeing this would think: it had been robbed.

Without thinking much, Ye Chen immediately performed Zhou Tian's divination, tracing back to the source.

As he divined, the previous scenes slowly unfolded. He saw Xu Fu and the others. The spirit pill pavilion had been peaceful, but for some reason, Bei Sheng suddenly activated the Emperor Dao Black Shore. In a moment of carelessness, she swallowed herself into the black hole, and neither Qi Yue nor Xu Fu escaped—they were all pulled in. The pavilion's destruction was all thanks to that black hole.

Ye Chen was stunned. Bei Sheng was quite something! She had turned a fake immortal art into a real one, truly comprehending the Emperor Dao Black Shore, and caught everyone off guard, dragging them all into the mess.

After retracting his divine ability, Ye Chen instinctively looked up at the void.

Through the haze, he could peer into the black hole.

At a glance, he found them: Xu Fu, Qi Yue, and Bei Sheng were all inside the spatial black hole, each sitting on a small stool in a neat row, hands propping up their chins, looking bored. From their expressions, they'd been stuck there for quite a while, just waiting for someone to rescue them.

Ye Chen sighed and used the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao to enter the black hole.

His appearance made the three of them brighten up."You've finally come."

Ye Chen didn't speak, only stared at Bei Sheng from head to toe, then back again. She was absolutely talented—her aptitude for comprehending immortal arts was truly heaven-defying.

Bei Sheng raised her delicate brows slightly, feeling uncomfortable under Ye Chen's gaze.

"Emperor Dao Black Shore—is it useful?"

"It's... alright." Bei Sheng coughed dryly. She had comprehended the immortal art herself, and accidents were rare, but this time was truly embarrassing. She didn't even know how she had accidentally activated the Emperor Dao Black Shore.

"Come on, the improved version." Ye Chen took the initiative, handing the true immortal art to her. He gave himself a good reason for it—he didn't want any more mishaps.

Bei Sheng smiled charmingly and didn't refuse, feeling quite pleased inside.

Who knows what her mood would be if she knew the full story.

Ye Chen used the Heavenly Dao again, taking the three of them and vanishing together.

The current spirit pill pavilion was hard to look at, especially for Xu Fu, whose heart ached terribly. His nice home had been turned into a pile of ruins—who had they provoked?

To show her remorse, Bei Sheng immediately waved her sleeve, using the method of creating an inner world to rebuild the spirit pill pavilion. The messy ruins regained their former elegance.

Xu Fu was delighted and brought out his pill furnace to continue refining pills.

Ye Chen glanced at Bei Sheng, then set up his own pill furnace. After idling for a few days, he dove back into pill refining.

Bei Sheng had already sat down and was studying the Emperor Dao Black Shore immortal art, her brows furrowing slightly.

Compared to her, Qi Yue was more diligent, already sitting cross-legged in meditation. Her talent was far behind Bei Sheng's—she still hadn't grasped the true essence of Emperor Dao Black Shore, let alone its mysteries, and would need a lot more time.

After this little incident, the spirit pill pavilion fell into a long silence.

On the ninth day, the monstrously talented Bei Sheng finally grasped the true essence of Emperor Dao Black Shore. Mainly because she was practicing the true immortal art, she comprehended its mysteries and wouldn't cause disasters like before when activating the black hole.

As for Qi Yue's talent, it was truly incomparable to hers. It took her a full half-month to barely get started. Out of ten attempts, only one or two succeeded, and most of the time, she suffered backlash, resulting in internal injuries all over her body before she could fully comprehend Emperor Dao Black Shore.

In the dead of night, Ye Chen emerged from refining pills, triggering pill lightning—it was three-pattern pill lightning.

This refining session lasted a month.

It wasn't until the second month that he left the spirit pill pavilion and went to Tianxuan Gate. He checked on the Red Dust Six Paths; the two were still muttering in their dreams, and even Di Ji had grown used to it.

In the third month, Great Chu was quite lively, with someone advancing to Quasi-Emperor.

This time, among Great Chu's successive kings, the Demon King was the most stunning, followed by the Soul-Devouring King. They had both found opportunities and breakthroughs, bathing in heavenly tribulations to defy the heavens and seal themselves as Quasi-Emperors.

In the fourth month, the little spirit child got incredibly lucky and suddenly achieved enlightenment, perfecting his merits.

That little guy was outrageously domineering during his tribulation, transforming into his true form—the majestic divine body of a Tyrannical Dragon—rampaging through billions of thunderbolts. Rumor had it he even provoked an Emperor Dao Law Body.

In the sixth month, news came from the starry sky: Hengyue's sect leader, Liu Yi, had broken through against the heavens.

Shortly after, Qingyun's sect leader, Zhou Ao, and Zhengyang's sect leader, Hua Yun, advanced to Quasi-Emperor one after the other.

In the ninth month, it was Hengyue's turn to shine again, as Xie Yun achieved nirvana under the tribulation.

Time flowed on, and the third year came to an end.

In that year, talents emerged across the heavens, one after another ascending to Quasi-Emperor, like a sky full of stars. There were also younger generations, like the Son of the Earth and the bodies of Taiyin and Sun, who fought fiercely every few days, their battles intense and evenly matched, with no clear winner even after all that time.

On a moonlit night, with stars shining brightly, lightning flashed and thunder roared above the spirit pill pavilion.

One could see a three-pattern pill, round and translucent, undergoing the lightning's baptism.

Once the pill lightning dispersed, Ye Chen waved his hand to take it.

With that, his training in three-pattern pills came to an end—not too long, not too short, exactly one year.

As for the diligent Xu Fu, he was still lingering in the one-pattern pill domain.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, insisting on achieving perfect success before moving on to refine two-pattern spirit pills. He was still behind Ye Chen, but his pill refining talent was monstrous enough.

At least, he was far better than those old fellows in Dan City.

"Another year." Ye Chen patted the dust off himself and left the spirit pill pavilion.

He reappeared in the peach blossom forest of Tianxuan Gate.

What he saw was a scene of utter lawlessness: Di Ji was being teased.

The one teasing Di Ji was, needless to say, the Six Paths.

This guy was truly unrestrained—not only in a half-karma state but also sleepwalking, unaware of anything, yet daring to flirt with anyone. He was holding Di Ji's chin, grinning lecherously.

The scene in the small peach blossom forest was frozen.

Di Ji was like an ice sculpture, her body rigid and unmoving, completely stunned.

Who was she? The world-shaking queen, a ruthless one who had survived an emperor tribulation—who dared to flirt with her except an emperor?

Yet, someone had done it—a mere Saint King.

Normally, she should have erupted, slapping the teaser into a space tour.

But that person was the Six Paths.

Under the moonlight, Di Ji was quite captivating, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. The peerless queen had her moments of restraint and feminine shyness. Since the other was the Six Paths, the one she admired, even she, who commanded the eight wastelands, had become a delicate woman.

Glancing at Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu, their jade lips were half-open, unable to close for a long time.

The two of them had been there the whole time, witnessing this historic moment firsthand. They had seen the Six Paths in his muddled state before, but this was the first time seeing him so lecherous, actually daring to tease Di Ji. If it were anyone else, Di Ji would have turned them to ash with a palm.

"A role model for us all." Ye Chen sighed.

Why else was he the Six Paths? Everything he did shook the heavens and earth—muddled, he beat up the five forbidden zones one by one; now, in his sleepwalking state, he had Di Ji dizzy with desire.

It was a good thing the old fellows of Tianxuan Gate weren't here, or they'd have caused an uproar.

Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu had good judgment and quietly withdrew.

Ye Chen was also tactful, vanishing in an instant. The current Six Paths and Di Ji were just like the Sword Immortal and the Immortal Mother—what a rare moment. He couldn't ruin it—one in half-karma, the other sleepwalking—it was like making up for some ancient regret.

"Came out too early; should have left some specialties." Outside the peach blossom forest, Ye Chen sighed, quite poetically, as he plucked a peach blossom branch and sniffed its fragrance.

"Specialties? You still dare to mention specialties?" Hongchen Xue's beautiful eyes blazed with anger as she stepped forward and kicked him. She still remembered that meal years ago that had her stripping off her clothes—recalling it now made her face burn. It was all thanks to this bastard Ye Chen.

"You ruined my good thing, and I haven't settled the score with you yet." Ye Chen's face was also darkly unpleasant. That meal had been carefully prepared for Chu Xuan, but Hongchen Xue had messed it all up.

"Giving your wife an aphrodisiac—have you no shame?"

"Shame aside, that's between me and my wife, and I didn't force you to eat it. If not for that meal, you and Hongchen wouldn't have ended up in bed. You got the benefit and now you're playing innocent."

"You—"

"Ahem." Chu Lingyu coughed, stopping their argument.

Don't say it, but her cough really made Ye Chen and Hongchen Xue quiet down.

If anyone was the most awkward, it was Chu Lingyu. She was Hongchen's wife, and that day, she had been the one playing the zither, but the intimacy had been between Hongchen and Hongchen Xue. Ye Chen's farce had embarrassed her for centuries.

And now, the atmosphere was awkward once again.

Hongchen Xue had turned her back, not just her face—her whole body felt burning hot.

Chu Lingyu's fairy-like features were instantly flushed red.

As for Ye Chen, he was shameless. His good thing had been ruined—who could he complain to? What a great opportunity, wrecked by a woman named Hongchen Xue.

Ah!

The long silence and awkward tension were finally broken by a miserable scream.

At first listen, the scream was domineering, but on closer inspection, it carried a hint of a tortoise—only the Six Paths could wail like that across the heavens.

Ye Chen was the quickest, darting into the peach blossom forest like smoke.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow. By the time he reached the depths, the Six Paths was already lying on the ground in a perfect spread-eagle position—he'd been knocked out. Di Ji, on the other hand, had slightly disheveled clothes, her stunning face flushed red under the moonlight, utterly captivating.

Brainstorming time—that was Ye Chen's specialty.

No need to ask; he knew the Six Paths had tried to undress Di Ji but failed before getting beaten.

Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu arrived too, and seeing the scene, they also had their own brainstorming.

"From the ancient wilderness to the end of time, the other shore flowers bloom."

Though the Six Paths was down, his mouth wasn't idle, still diligently muttering in his dreams.

"On the importance of specialties!" Ye Chen said meaningfully.

As soon as he spoke, Di Ji raised her jade hand, intent on slapping him to vent her embarrassment and cover her shy demeanor. Did he think she couldn't hear his mutterings? She, the mighty Di Ji, had never lost face like this and needed someone to take the hit.

But before she could strike, another person entered.

"This is...?" The speaker was Zi Xuan, her steps graceful and enchanting, as she slowly stopped and stared in astonishment at the scene: three men and three women, the three women with peerless beauty and flushed cheeks, the three men identical in appearance—one lying still on the bed, one sprawled on the ground, and the only one standing about to be knocked down.

The remnant soul of the Female Emperor was a bit dazed. What kind of scene was playing out in this small peach blossom forest in the middle of the night? She must have arrived late and missed the prelude.

Her question went unanswered—who dared to speak? Unless they could withstand Di Ji's palm, or didn't fear a space tour, or just had a death wish.

Ye Chen was clever, instantly teleporting behind Zi Xuan. The remnant soul of the Female Emperor was the perfect shield—Di Ji wouldn't dare hit her, given Di Huang's temper.

"Has Di Huang Senior arrived?" Chu Lingyu ignored Ye Chen and looked only at Zi Xuan.

"Of course." Zi Xuan smiled lightly.

Her words made the three women's eyes light up. They had waited a year for this.

But the next scene left the three women, and even Ye Chen, stunned.

Di Huang had arrived, but not on his own—Zi Xuan had brought him, sealed in an artifact. Once released, he floated in midair, in a state of deep slumber.

"This..." Ye Chen was shocked, and Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu were full of confusion.

"Backlash?" Di Ji was the calmest, narrowing her beautiful eyes as she looked at Zi Xuan.

"As you see." Zi Xuan took a deep breath.

With that confirmation, everyone present was alarmed. This was Di Huang, a fully accomplished Sacred Body, the war god who once fought five emperors alone—what kind of backlash could be so terrifying as to make him fall into slumber?