Chapter 2508: Didn't Wait

In the early morning, before the sky had fully brightened, crowds began to gather in Fengchan Xiandi.

At the very center of the immortal land lay a vast expanse, where a massive immortal platform floated in the air, serving as the battle stage for the Wuyue Dufa. The divine sons and divine daughters would compete here to determine the victor.

Gazing into the distance, the heavens and earth were filled with surging crowds. People sat cross-legged on clusters of clouds, and figures crowded every small hill around, creating a scene of unparalleled prosperity.

"Last time, Huashan took the top spot. I wonder who will claim it this round."

"The other four sects all have a chance. As for Huashan, forget it—their divine son's natal artifact was destroyed, causing backlash, and their divine daughter swapped bodies with the little stone spirit. Neither is at their peak anymore."

"That's the plain truth. Huashan is in for an awkward situation this time."

Before the representatives from the Wuyue sects even arrived, discussions erupted everywhere, buzzing with excitement. It seemed as though Huashan had already been excluded, making it more fitting to call this the Four Mountains Dufa.

As they spoke, four beams of light streaked across the sky, heralding the arrival of Zhongyue Songshan. It was their sect leader, an elder, a divine son, and a divine daughter, descending from the heavens to land on a cloud platform.

Immediately, the onlookers felt an overwhelming aura of prestige rushing toward them, emanating from the Songshan divine son. He carried himself with extraordinary poise, his chin held high, his eyes scanning the surroundings with disdain.

"I just can't stand types like him." From the eastern void, Niu Mowang glanced over, clearly annoyed. A mere Zhun Di acting so superior—as if he were invincible under heaven?

"What a coincidence, I can't stand him either." As the words fell, Jiaolong Wang appeared out of nowhere, ploppi**g down next to Niu Mowang and shoving him aside repeatedly.

"The hell are you so familiar with me?" Niu Mowang snapped.

"I'm familiar with your wife." Jiaolong Wang replied, pulling out a green hat and neatly placing it on Niu Mowang's horns, perfectly demonstrating what it meant to be cuckolded.

"Your sister-in-law has quite the figure." Niu Mowang shot back, producing another green hat that he had prepared especially for Jiaolong Wang, and casually placed it on his head.

"These two clowns." The giants of the Sanxian Realm couldn't help but twitch their mouths at the sight. Coming all this way just to act like fools? Those hats were ridiculously eye-catching.

"One's a great demon, the other's a great monster—quite the pair." Not far away on a cloud, Taiyi Taibai sighed in admiration. The Sanxian Realm was full of talents, but these two stood out the most.

In contrast, Siming Xingjun was keeping a low profile.

The night before, he had roamed all over Fengchan Xiandi, searching through over a thousand ancient cities, but hadn't caught a glimpse of Ye Chen. Reluctantly, he had come to the Wuyue Dufa venue, hoping to wait and see.

"That little stone spirit—isn't he your illegitimate son?" Taibai glanced at Siming Xingjun, noting his anxious waiting, which hinted at a father-son reunion.

Siming Xingjun didn't respond, ignoring him and focusing intently on one direction, waiting for Huashan.

Taibai shifted his gaze as well, and together with Taiyi, they looked toward the western haze, where a fairy gracefully descended—Bixia Xianzi, here to watch the Wuyue Dufa.

"She's truly beautiful."

"What a pity she's not married to me."

The two old fellows' eyes sparkled with admiration, their wishes as grand as could be. This made Siming Xingjun side-eye them in disbelief—who gave these two old timers the confidence to think they could marry Bixia Xianzi?

Accompanied by two thunderous booms, the Hengshan sect and the Hengshan lineage arrived together, landing on their respective sides.

Following them was the Taishan lineage. Their sect leader exuded tremendous power, and their divine son radiated dominance. As they landed on the cloud platform, another boom echoed, startling the cultivators all around.

Huashan, of course, was not absent. Huashan Zhenren and Huashan Xianzi arrived side by side, striding through the sky, with the Huashan divine son and divine daughter following closely behind, though their confidence seemed lacking.

"Where is he?"

Siming Xingjun frowned as he watched. He spotted Ye Chen's body, but it wasn't occupied by his original spirit—he knew about the body swap between Ye Chen and the Huashan divine daughter.

On the other side, the Huashan group had already taken their seats.

This immediately drew provocative glances from the other four Wuyue sects, especially from their divine sons and divine daughters, all smirking as they looked at the Huashan divine son and divine daughter.

The Huashan divine daughter sighed and lowered her eyes, while the Huashan divine son's face turned darkly furious. Accustomed to his lofty status, he couldn't tolerate such mockery.

"Just do your best." Huashan Zhenren said calmly, his divine sense scanning the surroundings as if searching for someone—specifically, his little stone spirit, who had left the night before and not returned.

He didn't wait for Ye Chen, but he did spot another person: Siming Xingjun.

"Xingjun, I hope you've been well." Huashan Xianzi smiled.

"I hope you've been well." Siming Xingjun smiled back, exchanging pleasantries before asking, "Where's your little stone spirit? The one who claimed the Daojing—why isn't he here?"

"He went out last night and hasn't returned yet." Huashan Zhenren replied casually.

Siming Xingjun rubbed his brow, feeling an urge to curse. He'd searched all night without finding him, and now, after waiting another night, still nothing. Was Ye Chen playing hide-and-seek with him?

His expression drew puzzled looks from Huashan Zhenren and Xianzi, who didn't understand.

Siming Xingjun left, his face darkened and dejected. He knew the tribulation-bearer Ye Chen was somewhere in Fengchan Xiandi, but he just couldn't find him. This frustration would have to be reported to the Renwang.

As for Ye Dashaoye, he was still diligently searching for the reincarnated person, methodically following the routes on his map. He had covered most of it, checking one location at a time.

Meanwhile, the Kunlun sect leader had arrived.

As the host, his appearance prompted everyone around to rise and bow from afar across the void. Fengchan Xiandi remained a peaceful haven thanks to Kunlun's efforts.

After a round of greetings, everyone took their seats.

Then, a figure stepped onto the immortal platform—it was a Kunlun Zhenxian, who had previously participated in the Huashan Lundao. He would host this Wuyue Dufa, a gesture of respect to the Five Mountains.

"The divine sons and divine daughters of the Five Mountains, come forward to draw lots."

As the ethereal voice rang out, representatives from each of the five sides ascended the stage—one pair from each sect, making ten in total. They each took a jade slip, then crushed it on the spot. Ten beams of light shot into the sky, forming a water curtain that displayed the matchups for all to see.

The Huashan divine son glanced at it and turned to leave the stage, as did the Huashan divine daughter, their hearts undisturbed. No matter who they faced, they would lose—it didn't matter who the opponent was.

Even more disheartened was the Taishan sect—they had drawn each other as opponents.

The Taishan sect leader rubbed his brow. Though the odds weren't zero, drawing internally in the first round was too unlucky, meaning one of their divine son or divine daughter was already out.

On the battle stage, eight of the ten had descended, leaving only two: the Songshan divine son and the Hengshan divine daughter, positioned on the east and west sides. The man exuded grand poise, the woman possessed graceful beauty.

At the same time, the Kunlun Zhenxian stepped down, forming seals with one hand to create a boundary— an imperial-level barrier enveloping the entire stage to prevent collateral damage.

The Songshan divine son smirked playfully—this match was his to win.

Indeed, the Hengshan divine daughter was at a slight disadvantage in momentum, unable to hide her wariness. She knew she wasn't his match; in the last Wuyue Dufa, she had lost to him, and now, in this one, she faced the same opponent again. What terrible luck.

"Still want to fight?" The Songshan divine son chuckled sinisterly.

"Of course." The Hengshan divine daughter replied with a charming smile, already summoning an immortal sword in her hand. If he thought she'd concede without a fight, he was dreaming. Even in defeat, she'd make sure he suffered heavy injuries—so he wouldn't have it easy either.

"How foolish." The Songshan divine son snorted coldly, stepping into the air and slamming down a palm. Ancient scripts engraved his palm, its weight like a mountain. Before it even landed, the space around it collapsed.

The Hengshan divine daughter dodged instantly, slashing out a brilliant immortal river with her sword, but it was erased by his palm. Their brief clash ended in a draw, both ramping up their auras.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Thunderous roars echoed as storm clouds gathered. The divine son and divine daughter battled across the vast sky, both exceptional talents unleashing great divine abilities, shattering the very fabric of the universe.

It was clear the Hengshan divine daughter was falling behind, sustaining repeated injuries.

However, the Songshan divine son wasn't faring much better—his form was disheveled. Knowing she would lose, her fighting style was giving him headaches. She was going all out, draining his mana and even forcing out his hidden trump cards—ones he'd saved for other opponents.

"This kind of rogue tactic is quite a sight." Many onlookers sighed. It was thrilling to watch the Hengshan divine daughter unleash her imperial immortal arts and hidden cards all on the Songshan divine son. She wasn't aiming to win, just to exhaust his strength—what a rogue approach.

"Don't underestimate women—they hold grudges." Even more veterans stroked their beards, recalling the previous Wuyue Dufa when the Songshan divine son had beaten the Hengshan divine daughter mercilessly, showing no pity. If not for the Hengshan sect leader's intervention, it might have been fatal.

She remembered that grudge, and now facing him again, how could she not make things difficult? By depleting the Songshan divine son's strength, he'd be doomed against a strong opponent next round. In short, she wouldn't let him off easy.

"You bitch, do you want to die?"

The curse echoed through the heavens as the Songshan divine son flew into a rage. He was stronger than her, but he'd been holding back, not wanting to reveal all his cards. Without using his peak power, taking her down was tough. After all, no divine daughter was mediocre.

Well, that word "bitch" instantly darkened the Hengshan sect leader's face. He shot a fierce glare at the Songshan sect leader. Fight if you want, but cursing? Is that the quality of your people?

He was furious, and the Songshan sect leader's expression wasn't great either. The Hengshan divine daughter was causing trouble for him too. Couldn't she just admit defeat and be done with it?

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the two sect leaders faced off, the booms in the void grew even more intense.

The Hengshan divine daughter exploded with fury, her cheeks flushing red and her eyes blazing with fire. She activated a forbidden art, boosting her power dramatically. That single word from the Songshan divine son had truly enraged her—what were the consequences of insulting her?

Indeed, the consequences were severe. With the forbidden art active, she fought like a madwoman, abandoning all defense and launching pure attacks—one imperial immortal art after another. She drove the Songshan divine son back step by step, shattering the vast sky inch by inch.

"What a pit he's dug for himself." Taiyi Zhenren sighed. Fight fair, but no—you had to run your mouth and piss off the lady. Even a delicate beauty can turn into a tigress.

"You reap what you sow." Many others folded their hands, unable to suppress a smile at the Songshan divine son's face. That one word wasn't the end of it—the beauty was now in full rage.

"Such fierceness—I like it." Niu Mowang's eyes widened with interest.

"I like it too." Jiaolong Wang chimed in, his mind wandering even further than Niu Mowang's—what if he married the Hengshan divine daughter? Would his wife beat him for it?

"How entertaining." The other Wuyue sect leaders watched with delight, occasionally glancing at the Songshan and Hengshan sect leaders. Seeing their darkened faces brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Where the hell are you?" Amid the spectacle, only Siming Xingjun scanned around restlessly, waiting for Ye Chen's return so he could complete his task.

Alas, after waiting a long time, there was still no sign of Ye Chen.

"Dammit!"

A roar shook the heavens as the Songshan divine son erupted in anger, resorting to a secret technique. His black hair instantly turned golden, his power surging. In this situation, holding back any longer would only lead to a worse beating—he needed a quick victory, or more cards would be forced out.

Now, the Hengshan divine daughter was no match. She retreated steadily, seething with rage, while the Songshan divine son rampaged like a frenzied lion, showing no mercy as he made her spit blood repeatedly.

At this point, even the onlookers couldn't bear to watch, and the Kunlun sect leader frowned.

Beside him, the Kunlun divine son belched from his wine and tsked. Good thing it wasn't his own—otherwise, he'd lose it. Dare to call my wife a bitch? I'd kill you.

And indeed, someone wanted to kill the Songshan divine son—a divine son from another major sect who already had a romantic connection with the Hengshan divine daughter. Hearing his lover insulted made his face darken, and seeing her injured filled him with fury. If not for the barrier, he'd have jumped in for a two-on-one.

This was fortunate it was in the Tianjie; if it happened in the Zhutian, it would spark a full-blown verbal war. The people of Zhutian were far more aggressive—no holds barred in cursing, and they'd tear you down until you questioned your existence.

"When it's your turn, fight if you can; if not, concede." Watching the aerial battle, Huashan Xianzi advised the Huashan divine daughter. Not all sects were as refined as Huashan—she didn't want her divine daughter to face the same insult.

"Understood." The Huashan divine daughter nodded. Among the Wuyue divine sons and daughters, few would dare curse her. After all, the one she shared a body with was a tough character—the Kunlun divine son could be terrifying when riled up.

"The same goes for you." Huashan Xianzi added, addressing the Huashan divine son. Sect rivalries aside, he was still Huashan's divine son—they needed to uphold collective honor.

The Huashan divine son nodded mechanically, a flash of cold light in his eyes, reflected in his wine cup. His lips curled in a playful, mocking smile. He no longer cared about the Wuyue Dufa—what mattered was what came after. Once he eliminated Huashan Zhenren, he would be the lord of Huashan.

Huashan Zhenren sipped his ancient tea, extending his divine sense across the seas and wilderness, searching for Ye Chen's trace. The boy had been out all night—who knew where he'd wandered off to.

Fortunately, Ye Chen's spirit jade was intact, proving the little stone spirit was safe. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the leisure to watch this spectacle. Compared to the Wuyue Dufa, he valued Ye Chen more.