Chapter 2650: Fetching Someone

At the base of Huashan, Ye Chen remained seated cross-legged in meditation, as still as a statue. Strands of Di Yun continued to subtly integrate into his body, enveloping his physique in a layer of radiant divine glow.

His aura was gradually accumulating, showing signs of a breakthrough as he wandered in the realm of intent, deepening his comprehension of the Dao.

Who knows, if Zhuxian Jian were aware of this, it might be so furious as to spit blood. Time and again, it had schemed, only to end up paving the way for Ye Chen. If Ye Chen were a woman and able to marry, she would likely have been wed several times over by now.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed, with no sign of him awakening.

During this time, Tian Qing came once, lingering for a long while with a nostalgic expression. Seeing that Ye Chen had not woken, he chose not to disturb him.

Tian Zun also arrived, flask of wine in hand, chattering endlessly. He even tried to venture into the sea of clouds for a spin, but alas, his strength was insufficient. He entered with great flair but emerged in utter disarray, hurled out by the Di Yun.

Another visitor was Huashan Zhenren, who stood silently for a long time before turning and leaving.

At night, Huashan was bathed in starlight, as if draped in a layer of serene tranquility.

After the battle, Huashan was quiet and desolate, with most disciples and elders in seclusion. Those severely injured might remain in retreat for quite some time.

Yet, even in such circumstances, there were dedicated individuals, like Kunlun Shizi and Huashan Shennu. From afar, that small pavilion could be seen shaking, occasionally accompanied by the soft cries of a woman.

"You little brat."

On the mountaintop, three old Daoists stood with darkened faces. Upon closer inspection, they were Kunlun Zhangjiao, Kunlun Laodao, and Kunlun Zhenxian.

This time, they had come to Huashan not to poach talents but to take their shizi back home. If possible, they would also bring Huashan Shennu along. Since they hadn't formed an alliance before, they had now allied, so they needed to take her back as well.

Perhaps sensing their auras, Kunlun Shizi emerged bare-chested and, upon seeing them, could only chuckle awkwardly. It was terribly embarrassing to have these three old fellows standing around outside.

"Pack your things and return to Kunlun."

Kunlun Zhangjiao stroked his beard fiercely, his eyes glaring. This was the first time he had seen Kunlun Shizi since the great battle that day. You little rascal, living so carefree! Kunlun raised you for all those years in vain.

"Back, back."

Kunlun Shizi laughed dryly and turned to leave. He needed to at least say goodbye to his wife. However, after just a couple of steps, Kunlun Laodao reached out, grabbed him, and stuffed him directly into a bronze furnace. No need to pack—better to just tie him up and take him away.

"Dependable." The three old fellows turned and left. As they passed Qiankun Peak, Kunlun Zhangjiao shouted, "In nine days, we'll come to marry your Shennu."

Huashan Zhenren did not respond to his message.

Kunlun Laodao was unhappy about this and casually grabbed a dark, glossy egg, then tossed it toward Qiankun Peak.

Boom!

Immediately, a thunderous boom echoed. That black egg packed quite a punch, shaking the entire mountain peak. Let's see you ignore us now.

Sure enough, Huashan Zhenren emerged, and Huashan Xianzi came out with him. Clearly, both were disheveled, indicating they had been in the midst of discussing life's ideals in bed.

"You three, don't you want to go back?"

Huashan Zhenren's face was dark. Normally the epitome of refined elegance, tonight he was truly furious. These three scoundrels had completely ruined his pleasant evening.

Huashan Xianzi's expression wasn't much better, her cheeks flushed red, her watery eyes sparkling with anger. She felt like stuffing Kunlun Laodao into a pill furnace and refining him into a dan. It had been so hard to get into bed, and here he was causing trouble.

"Beat them, beat them until they cry."

In the bronze furnace, Kunlun Shizi was quite restless, poking out half his head. He didn't say much aloud, but in his heart, he hoped the Huashan experts would give his elders a thorough thrashing. Coming out in the middle of the night to disrupt their romantic affairs—they deserved a proper beating.

Meanwhile, Kunlun Zhangjiao and the others stroked their beards, giving Huashan Zhenren and Huashan Xianzi meaningful looks. They wondered when these two had gotten together, paying special attention to Huashan Zhenren. Even a rabbit doesn't eat grass from its own burrow, yet you're enjoying it so much!

"Did we throw it too early?"

"Indeed we did."

The three old men muttered to themselves.

They certainly had thrown it too early. If they had known Zhenren and Xianzi were in the midst of that, they wouldn't have had the heart to interrupt—they might have even squatted outside to watch the live show.

As it was, that thunder egg had spoiled everything, and they hadn't seen a thing.

"I was wondering why my eyelids kept twitching tonight. Turns out we have distinguished guests."

"A whole nest of big fish!"

"Well, they are sect leaders and elders, after all. It wouldn't be right to beat them."

As they spoke, figures emerged from various peaks, stepping into the air. There were Diyuan Zhenren and Huangyuan Zhenren, all from the older generation, each carrying weapons for a fight.

Looking up, a few of the more unscrupulous ones were even breathing on their iron rods and polishing them vigorously. They surrounded the three from all sides, clearly intent on a group beating.

Kunlun Laodao stroked his beard, his eyes darting left and right. After a quick assessment, he turned and fled. Kunlun Zhenxian and Kunlun Zhangjiao were equally swift on their feet.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?"

The crowd of old fellows shouted and cursed as they chased after them. If you hadn't come to Huashan, we might have let it slide, but now that you're here, there's no letting you go.

Ah!

The screams under the moon were quite melodious.

When the elders returned, they were all sweating profusely, their faces beaming with satisfaction. Having lived so long, this was the most exhilarating time. They had beaten Kunlun Zhangjiao, Kunlun's great elder, and Kunlun's second elder—truly a boost to their spirits.

Under the moon, three figures limped along, clutching their waists—the very Kunlun Zhangjiao and his companions. Their faces were bruised and swollen, their bodies covered in footprints, and their hair disheveled like bird nests.

Kunlun Zhangjiao and Kunlun Zhenxian were in relatively better shape, but Kunlun Laodao was utterly dejected.

This was his third trip to Huashan, and each time had been disastrous. The first two ended in robbery, and this one in a beating. Those beasts hadn't held back—they nearly killed him.

Because of this, when they came to marry Huashan Shennu in the future, they wouldn't dare show up, fearing they'd have to crawl back. It was strange, though—how had Huashan's folk become so fierce?

This was all thanks to Ye Dasha. Anyone who spent time around him, or in a place where he stayed long, picked up a certain bad habit—a shameless demeanor that was quite eye-catching.

Take Huashan, for example. Its fierce customs had risen this way. From the sect leader to the disciples, everyone was full of vigor.

At Chiyan Peak, under that old tree, Shura Tianzun held his wine flask, gazing warmly at the distance.

Under the moon, a woman danced gracefully, her form enchanting and mesmerizing to behold.

That was Yuexin, Bixia's disciple and the reincarnation from Great Chu. She often danced at night, all because someone enjoyed watching.

In that fleeting moment, a layer of immortal light suddenly appeared on her, and then she vanished abruptly, leaving no trace in the world.

Tian Zun jumped to his feet and stepped forward, looking left and right, but he couldn't find her. He furrowed his brow—how could a living person just disappear?

"Where is she? Where did she go?" Taiyi and Taibai, hiding in the underbrush, also leaped out. It wasn't just Tian Zun watching—they had been sneaking peeks too, a pair of old schemers.

Siming emerged as well, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Was it a borrowing of power?" Tian Zun asked, turning to Siming.

"It's not a borrowing of power." Siming shook her head. "That wasn't the light of borrowed power; it was more like a reverse summoning."