Chapter 2619: Sending the Son-in-Law a Thousand Miles

Chapter 2619: Bringing a Son-in-Law a Thousand Miles

Early in the morning, the warm sun shone on Huashan.

Ye Chen finally woke up, stretching with a lazy yawn and feeling refreshed. His face was radiant, his vitality surging, as powerful as ever. All his previous injuries had completely healed.

Not far away, Tianzun watched, clicking his tongue in amazement. When it came to resilience and recovery, Ye Chen was even more tenacious than he was, truly like an indestructible cockroach, recovering in just one night.

However, Tianzun had also gained something. Last night, he had snuck into the depths of Huashan and pilfered some Di Yun, which greatly aided his healing and helped him regain a significant amount of his energy.

With the Di Yun missing, Huashan naturally took notice. Diyuan Zhenren was leading people to search every peak and inspect every mountain, but they had no idea who the culprit was.

The reincarnated individuals arrived again, all summoned by Ye Chen. Last night, they had been too caught up in the excitement to handle some matters, so they were here to finish them now.

Wow!

As soon as the reincarnated people approached, they were stunned. The reason was simple: in front of Ye Chen stood a small mountain of magical artifacts.

These artifacts were no ordinary items; they were genuine Zhun Di Bing, all plundered by Ye Chen from Buzhou Mountain. The only regret was that theworldly immortal robe had a three-day time limit; otherwise, there would have been even more.

"Take one each, pick the ones that suit you," Ye Chen said with a laugh, his words quite generous.

In his previous life, he had done the same—robbing here, kidnapping there—and always distributing the spoils to his own people. Over time, he armed everyone to the teeth.

To put it bluntly, the military equipment of the Great Chu Heavenly Court in his past life was largely thanks to him. He knew exactly which families had treasures, which had money, and which had beautiful saintesses—he had robbed them all at some point.

"I recognize this sword—it's Yang Tian Xian Jun's life weapon. Heh, it's mine now."

"This divine seal looks good."

"Wow, is this the divine mirror of Hua Mie Xian Zun? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The reincarnated people didn't hold back, their hearts pounding as they grabbed the artifacts. These were all Zhun Di Bing, once belonging to Xian Jun or Xian Zun—each one incredibly formidable.

"This trip to the heavens has made us rich!" Diyuan Zhenren approached while investigating the Di Yun theft. As he checked, he stumbled upon this scene, sighing and shaking his head in disbelief. Just how many people had they robbed?

"This is for you." Ye Chen waved his hand, sending a war spear flying toward Diyuan Zhenren, hovering in front of him. It was a domineering artifact, buzzing with power.

"How could I accept this?" Diyuan Zhenren chuckled, saying this with his mouth while swiftly stashing it away in his small world with his hands.

Then, he headed straight for Shura Tianzun. After investigating all night, all clues pointed to this great demon, so it was likely him.

"Get lost."

Tianzun's scolding was full of authority. Diyuan Zhenren had barely approached before scrambling back, his face bruised and swollen.

"Talent." Ye Chen glanced at Shura Tianzun. With the Huashan Di Yun, he could sense it clearly—that guy was incredibly capable to pull off something like that.

Turning his gaze away, Ye Chen looked elsewhere.

Huashan had visitors: an old man and a young one, none other than Kunlun Laodao and Kunlun Shenzi.

Today, Kunlun Shenzi was dressed impeccably, shedding his usual carefree demeanor for a more serious look. As he walked by, he caught the eye of all the fairy maidens on Huashan, making them swoon.

Ye Chen had no interest in Kunlun Shenzi; what intrigued him was Kunlun Laodao. All the materials for refining the Return Soul Pill were with Kunlun Laodao—he just wondered if the old daoist had brought them this time.

"I'll check later." Ye Chen stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"They're here to propose marriage." Diyuan Zhenren sat down, rubbing his sore waist and grumbling, "How did our Huashan beauty end up being taken by Kunlun?"

"At this critical moment? Has Huashan formed an alliance with Kunlun?"

"Alliance, my foot! I know that old Kunlun fellow best. He's just afraid that if Huashan goes to war with the Heavenly Court, it might harm his precious daughter-in-law. That's why he's come to propose marriage—it's already his tenth or so visit in recent days. Just wait and see! Even if our Huashan lineage is wiped out, Kunlun won't send a single soldier to help."

"That makes sense." Ye Chen clasped his hands behind his back. "After all, it's the Heavenly Court—who wants to wade into that mess?"

"Our goddess still makes me proud." Diyuan Zhenren lifted his wine flask, a smile finally appearing on his aged face. "She's already declared that she won't marry unless they ally with Huashan."

"It's just a political marriage!" Ye Chen said with a smile, glancing sideways at the opposite peak. The Huashan Goddess was meditating at the summit, and at this crucial moment, that woman was still loyal.

"I've gathered intelligence before, and the Heavenly Court is terrifying indeed. If we really fight, Huashan is no match for them." Diyuan Zhenren sighed regretfully. "To stand against the Upper Realm Heavenly Court, we'd need the full strength of the entire Scattered Immortal Realm."

"We'll handle soldiers with generals and floods with earth." Ye Chen laughed and took a step into the air, heading straight for the Huashan grand hall—he had to keep an eye on Kunlun Laodao.

"Get lost, all of you."

Before he could land, Kunlun Laodao was sent flying out, with Kunlun Shenzi tumbling out alongside him. It seemed the negotiations hadn't gone well, leading to a brawl, and they couldn't withstand Huashan's group attack.

"We'll come another day." Kunlun Laodao got up in a sorry state, wiped the blood from his nose, and dragged Kunlun Shenzi away. Today wasn't the right time for marriage talks.

"Elder, I want to stay on Huashan." Kunlun Shenzi didn't leave, shaking off Kunlun Laodao's hand. His expression showed he was serious.

"Nonsense!" Kunlun Laodao's words carried a heavy tone, full of elder authority. "Do you know what staying on Huashan means? The Heavenly Court isn't something to trifle with. Are you really seeking death?"

"If I can't see through life and death, I can't comprehend the Great Dao." Kunlun Shenzi stared straight ahead. "Those words were taught to me by you, Elder, and I've kept them in mind."

Kunlun Laodao opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. It was true—he had taught that, and now his own words left him speechless.

"The kindness of Kunlun's teachings, I will never forget."

Kunlun Shenzi bowed and turned to walk toward the peak where the Huashan Goddess was. He had come to propose marriage, and if Huashan agreed, that was fine. If not, he would stay—willing to brave fire and water for love.

"A thousand miles to deliver a son-in-law!" Ye Chen, hidden in the void space, gave a thumbs-up. Looking at Kunlun Shenzi now, he actually seemed quite likable.

Glancing at Kunlun Laodao, who stood frozen in place for a long time, his mouth twitching and his expression a mix of emotions.

By heaven and earth, we really came to propose marriage. Not only did we fail to get the Huashan Goddess, but we ended up leaving our own Shenzi behind. We didn't gain a daughter-in-law; instead, we delivered a son-in-law right to their door.

"Come for the wedding banquet someday."

The Huashan elders emerged from the grand hall, having witnessed the whole scene. They felt quite pleased with Kunlun Shenzi's actions—the Goddess hadn't misjudged him.

The mention of a wedding banquet made Kunlun Laodao's mouth twitch again.

Seeing his reaction, the Huashan elders laughed even more. Your sect's leader is quite the expert at poaching, but he probably never imagined that in the process, he'd end up losing your own Shenzi.

Kunlun Laodao clutched his chest, suppressing a surge of internal injury, and limped away. He had no idea how to explain this to the Kunlun leader when he returned—that your prized disciple had become one of Huashan's people.

"It's not too late to leave now."

At the peak, the Huashan Goddess murmured softly, her words directed at Kunlun Shenzi, carrying a hint of apology and tenderness.

Kunlun Shenzi said nothing. He simply stepped forward, hoisted the Huashan Goddess over his shoulder, and headed straight for her chambers—to discuss life's ideals while the day was still young.

Ah!

Soon, a delicate cry echoed out. Anyone who heard it—whether leader or disciple—perked up their ears. Was this appropriate in broad daylight?

"So impatient—wait for me to come back!"

Elsewhere, Ye Chen, who was chasing after Kunlun Laodao, nearly turned back upon hearing the Huashan Goddess's cry, tempted to watch the spectacle. But then he thought better of it—robbing Kunlun Laodao was more important. The materials were priceless.

This little interlude heated up the atmosphere on Huashan considerably, especially among the female disciples, whose beautiful eyes shimmered and cheeks flushed red.

"Insane, they're all insane."

Kunlun Laodao walked along with his hands clasped behind his back, muttering curses the whole way, his old face dark with anger. Not only had he lost his Shenzi, but it was infuriating beyond words.

"Halt! This road is mine to open, this tree mine to plant. If you want to pass, leave your toll behind."

On a small hill ahead, Ye Chen had already appeared, disguised as a burly bearded man with a ghost-headed blade in hand, looking fierce and villainous. He was essentially a bandit—or rather, he was one—and his bandit lingo was smooth as silk. Robbing people on the road was second nature to him.

Kunlun Laodao stopped and glanced east, then west. This place looked oddly familiar, and the person in front of him seemed familiar too.

Of course it was familiar—who could forget? The last time they passed this way, he and Kunlun Shenzi had been robbed once, luckily without losing anything valuable.

And here they were again—the same place and the same person.

"As long as it's treasure, I won't harm your life." Ye Chen grinned, but his smile looked sinister no matter how you saw it.

"Easy enough." Kunlun Laodao stroked his beard, then turned and bolted. Perhaps he ran too hastily, as he tripped and fell flat on his face, scrambling up to keep running, tumbling all the way.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen was even faster, like a shooting star, slamming down a palm from the sky with divine patterns swirling in his hand, etched with a powerful seal.

In an instant, Kunlun Laodao knelt without warning. Even at full strength, he wasn't Ye Chen's match, let alone in this state.

Ye Chen used the Stealth Heaven Technique, reaching into the old daoist's small world and pulling out everything inside—celestial stones, artifacts, secret scrolls, immortal herbs, all of it.

This time, his eyes lit up brightly. The materials were all there, matching exactly what the old daoist had mentioned before. He took them all.

"I love you to bits." Ye Chen chuckled, taking only the treasures and returning the rest, like the celestial stones and artifacts, to avoid pushing the old daoist to despair.

After sweeping up the materials, he vanished in a flash, humming happily. With the Nine Turns Return Soul Pill materials complete, he only needed the Long Xian Cao, which was in Yin Ming's hands. Once he got that, his mission would be accomplished.

Not long after Ye Chen left, the old daoist regained consciousness.

What followed was a thunderous, anguished howl that startled birds from the forest. Kunlun Laodao nearly burst into tears. Not only had he lost his Shenzi, but now he'd lost all those alchemy materials—each one a rare worldly treasure he'd collected over a lifetime!