Chapter 2550: Send Him Back Quickly

Chapter 2550: Ma Liu Song Hui Qu

In Zhutian, the human world.

This was a dim and gloomy realm, shrouded in mist, cold and desolate. If you listened closely, you could hear the wails of fierce ghosts, with an extremely thick yin energy.

On a patch of land, a person stood quietly—a young man, like a statue, with his eyes closed and not moving at all.

In the next instant, a divine light descended from the sky, plunging straight into the young man's body.

That divine light came from the heavenly realm; it was Ye Chen’s yuan shen.

Once Ye Chen’s yuan shen entered the young man's body, the young man opened his eyes, his face showing emotion, but it was a strange expression—that wasn't the young man's own, but Ye Chen's.

He remembered that earlier, the Ren Wang had borrowed the power of Si Ming Xingjun, moving both the yuan shen and the body to Da Chu in one go. So why, for him, had only the yuan shen come?

"What's going on?"

Ye Chen's eyes darted left and right, glancing at the surrounding world—it was undoubtedly Zhutian, but not Da Chu. It must be on an ancient star.

"Huh? Ziwei Xingjun has been replaced?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind, which sounded somewhat familiar.

Ye Chen turned around and saw a big-bearded old Taoist—it was indeed Yan Laodao, also from the Zhoutian lineage, with Ren Wang as his ancestor.

Seeing that face, Ye Chen’s mouth twitched violently.

He understood now; the one who had borrowed his power wasn't Ren Wang at all, but this Yan Laodao. No wonder only the yuan shen had been borrowed—with Yan Laodao's cultivation, he could only manage that.

Well, great! Now Yan Laodao had borrowed his yuan shen, and on Ren Wang's side, they had probably taken his physical body.

One was the ancestor of Zhoutian, the other a descendant—truly interesting. This was his first time being borrowed, and it turned out so awkwardly: one borrowed the yuan shen, the other the physical body, completely unexpected.

"You, are you Ziwei Xingjun?"

While Ye Chen was rubbing his brows, Yan Laodao poked him with a finger.

"Yes."

Ye Chen squeezed out that word, with a strong urge to strangle this guy on the spot. Damn it, you aimed pretty accurately! Out of so many people, you had to borrow Ziwei Xingjun, and specifically tonight.

"A Great Sage actually became Ziwei Xingjun."

Yan Laodao stroked his big beard, circling around Ye Chen and sizing him up and down, but didn't recognize him; he just felt that this Ziwei Xingjun’s yuan shen had a strangely familiar aura.

"Hurry up and send me back."

Ye Chen's face turned black.

"Don't rush, it's not easy to get one down here. Help out a bit before you go."

Yan Laodao said, pointing to a distance, "See that mountain? There's an evil spirit there. It's already devoured all the living beings on this ancient star; it's extremely ferocious. Let's go exterminate it."

Ye Chen didn't look; he just kept his black face turned toward Yan Laodao. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of backlash and also afraid that Yan Laodao would suffer backlash, so he couldn't reveal secrets. He still remembered Si Ming Xingjun's words.

"I've been watching it for a long time. Tonight it's in a weakened state. The two of us teaming up can easily destroy it."

Yan Laodao didn't notice Ye Chen's darkened face and continued talking leisurely; he was really dedicated.

Ye Chen finally turned his head and looked in that direction.

It was a pitch-black mountain range, shrouded in black mist, with terrifying visions faintly appearing, and the wails of fierce ghosts filled with demonic power. There was an evil force that could disrupt the mind; it was indeed an evil spirit, probably a wisp of evil thought left by some great master after death, which, after years of sedimentation, gained intelligence and turned into an evil spirit.

Without saying a word, Ye Chen stepped across the universe and headed straight for the mountain range, wanting to destroy it quickly so he could return to the heavenly realm and get borrowed properly again.

"You bastard, why don't you listen to commands!"

Yan Laodao cursed loudly, carrying his peach wood sword as he chased after him.

Under the dim starlight, the two rushed in one after the other.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Then, the mountain range shook violently, with rolling stones dyed in black energy.

Soon after, Ye Chen was sent flying out, smashing into a large mountain and causing it to collapse with a boom. Yan Laodao was the same; a handsome peak was shattered by his flying body.

Roar!

With a howl, a monster stepped out of the mountain range, over ten zhang tall, covered in scales, with three heads and six arms, surrounded by black energy. Its large eyes were full of violent light, licking its scarlet tongue, looking extremely terrifying.

"Quasi-Emperor evil spirit."

Amid the flying debris, Ye Chen stabilized his form, squinting at it. The reason he was sent flying wasn't because his cultivation was insufficient; it was because Yan Laodao only borrowed his yuan shen, and with this physical body restricting him, he couldn't exert his true power.

As for the evil spirit, it wasn't an ordinary one; it had a mysterious power fused in its body, probably from its master, and it was with that power that he was heavily injured.

"It's evolved."

On the other side, Yan Laodao also stabilized himself, his face extremely ugly. He had underestimated this evil spirit; its terror far exceeded his expectations.

"You didn't even get the intelligence right; you're asking for death!"

Ye Chen glanced at Yan Laodao.

"It tricked me."

Yan Laodao coughed dryly.

"There are many experts in Zhutian; instead of borrowing, why not find a strong one to help?"

"In this godforsaken star domain, where am I supposed to find someone?"

"Then you pulled me down?"

"It's for accumulating merits!"

The two exchanged words, one looking embarrassed, the other with a black line on his face.

Roar!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the evil spirit attacked, its massive body making the heavens shake. It opened its mouth and spat out lightning toward Yan Laodao, sending the old Taoist flying again.

Ye Chen stepped into the sky, turning his magical power into a divine saber, slashing down with a strike that cleaved through the eight directions.

Clang!

There was a metallic collision sound; although his saber was domineering, it didn't break the evil spirit's body; it only sparked brightly on its surface. Not only did it not injure the evil spirit, but he was shaken back, spitting blood. In this borrowed state with physical restrictions, he couldn't even exert Great Sage level power; it was truly awkward.

Roar!

Before Ye Chen could steady himself, the evil spirit opened its bloody maw, with a vortex forming in its mouth, trying to swallow him.

"Seal!"

Yan Laodao arrived, sticking a divine talisman on the evil spirit, which actually worked, sealing it for a moment and resolving Ye Chen's crisis of being swallowed.

Ye Chen abruptly stabilized, merging his nine divine shang into one, forming a devastating divine light that pierced through the universe and also through one of the evil spirit's heads, heavily damaging its yuan shen.

"Divine Shang?"

Yan Laodao was stunned, as if he recognized that secret technique, not knowing that the little star monarch from the heavenly realm also knew it.

"Seal!"

Ye Chen shouted firmly, with a wave of his hand, summoning the eighty-one arrays of the Imperial Fuxi, trapping the evil spirit.

This time, Yan Laodao was even more shocked; those were arrays from his own lineage, how could he not recognize them? Casually setting up eighty-one arrays clearly meant he had grasped the essence of the Imperial Fuxi. But how did the Ziwei Xingjun from the heavenly realm know this array?

Roar! Roar!

The evil spirit roared in anger, rampaging in the Imperial Fuxi array, causing array patterns to collapse in pieces. It wasn't that the Imperial Fuxi wasn't strong enough; it was because the one casting it wasn't at peak state, and it wasn't a complete Imperial Fuxi, so it had inherent flaws.

"Restrain!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly again, adding the Twelve Heavenly Characters Great Ming Array on top of the Imperial Fuxi array, making Yan Laodao raise his eyebrows again—this was the array of the Donghua Nüdi?

Roar!

The evil spirit howled, activating the power within its body, forcefully breaking free from the arrays, and swung a palm at Ye Chen.

"Imperial Miaomiao!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, trying to use this technique to dissolve the evil spirit's attack.

But embarrassingly, Imperial Miaomiao didn't work; his body couldn't become ethereal, still due to the incomplete borrowing. He was certain that many other secret techniques, like One Thought Yongheng or Reverse World Cycle, couldn't be used either.

Unable to etherealize, Ye Chen took the palm head-on, sent flying out again. Yan Laodao fared no better; he took a punch from the evil spirit and nearly exploded.

Boom! Bang!

Two more mountains were smashed by Ye Chen and Yan Laodao.

"Retreat."

Yan Laodao shouted hoarsely, clearly outmatched.

"We can't retreat."

Ye Chen staggered and stabilized; in this borrowed state, his combat power was greatly reduced, and even his endurance was far from peak. The evil spirit's previous palm almost blew him up.

The reason he said they couldn't retreat was that this space was enveloped by nether force, an innate barrier. He, Yan Laodao, and the evil spirit were all within it; unless they destroyed the evil spirit, they couldn't escape.

"I've dragged you into this."

Yan Laodao shook and formed hand seals, trying to send Ye Chen back to the heavenly realm; he couldn't let him die here.

But before the seals were complete, a beam of immortal light shot over, interrupting him—it was from Ye Chen. If he sent him away, Yan Laodao would die even faster. Neither of them could beat the evil spirit; let alone Yan Laodao alone. He couldn't just watch him die.

"Borrow again, bring reinforcements from the heavenly realm."

Ye Chen transmitted his voice.

"This might be difficult."

Yan Laodao coughed dryly, a bit embarrassed, "I can only borrow yuan shen, and I don't have extra bodies to carry them. After all, I'm not the ancestor."

Pfft!

Ye Chen spat out blood; he didn't know if it was from injury or anger. This guy was as unreliable as ever!

"Or, send you back to the heavenly realm, and I'll cast another spell to use this body to carry a yuan shen from the heavenly realm."

"Do you think that big guy over there will give you the chance?"

Ye Chen took a deep breath; the evil spirit was attacking again, sweeping with overwhelming yin energy, devouring swathes of the world. At this rate, before the borrowing was complete, Yan Laodao would be destroyed.

As said, Yan Laodao wasn't the Ren Wang; his cultivation was limited, and borrowing took time, during which the evil spirit could kill him hundreds of times.

With that, Ye Chen charged out, manifesting a Dao sword, drawing a brilliant galaxy with one strike. This attack was quite powerful, slashing a bloody gash on the evil spirit and nearly severing one of its arms.

Ye Chen saw it and thought, oh? The Dao sword works well!

Indeed, the Dao sword was effective, but the evil spirit's palm was even more so; with a big slap, it sent him flying again. His ordinary body was covered in bloody wounds; if not for his yuan shen supporting it, it would have turned into a puddle of blood mud long ago.

Ye Chen stabilized and smiled; he had found the evil spirit's weakness—it wasn't afraid of the Dao sword, but of the Dao.

"I'll attack; you seal."

Ye Chen transmitted to Yan Laodao, stepping on the Taixu Step, attacking again, his Dao sword engraved with chaotic Dao principles, buzzing.

Yan Laodao looked solemn, activating some forbidden law to boost his power, sending out divine talismans one after another, all sealing techniques.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle erupted again, with booming sounds filling the sky, waves spreading far. Mountains collapsed one after another.

As fellow inheritors of the Zhoutian lineage, Ye Chen and Yan Laodao coordinated well: one main attacker, one supporter, beating the evil spirit until blood and bones flew, except Yan Laodao didn't understand Zhoutian evolution.

"Interesting."

The Ming Di sat on the peak of Jieming Mountain, propping his chin with one hand, boredly watching, especially paying attention to Young Master Ye. Even in a borrowed state, with incomplete borrowing and physical restrictions, he was still fiercely impressive.