Chapter 2720: Not Suitable for Minors

Chapter 2720: Not Suitable for Children

The Jinni Clan was annihilated, bringing peace at last to the Ziwei Xingyu, though only blood mist lingered in the air. That ancestral land was teeming with figures, all cultivators from the various heavens, busily clearing the battlefield—or more accurately, scavenging for treasures. Everyone was eager to take what they could, leaving nothing behind.

Ye Chen did not join in. He stood atop a mountain peak, gripping his small purple-gold gourd and shaking it vigorously.

"This treasure is quite good."

Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu, passing by, stared at it with gleaming eyes; the purple-gold gourd was truly extraordinary.

"You're no fool."

Ye Chen replied casually, still shaking it, pausing now and then to hold it up to his ear and listen.

Then, he continued shaking.

In this battle, he had destroyed the Jinni Emperor's Dao manifestation, gaining a great opportunity. Using the purple-gold gourd, he had absorbed a considerable amount of the emperor's essence from the Dao manifestation. Beyond that, he had also collected the remnants of the Jinni Emperor's essence. Compared to the Jinni Clan's treasures, this emperor's essence was the true marvel.

Xiao Yuan Huang and his companion smirked and walked away.

Behind him, Ye Chen sat down on a rock, ignoring the treasures and focusing solely on shaking his gourd.

Because of this, anyone who passed by would glance at him.

This didn't seem like the style of Da Chu's Tenth Emperor! Why wasn't he out scavenging for spoils, and instead just shaking a small gourd here? Or was it that his own treasures were so abundant he no longer cared for the loot?

Ye Chen paid no mind, remaining as dedicated as ever, shaking it over and over.

To put it simply, every time he collected new emperor's essence, he would give it a proper shake to help the various emperor Dao essences fuse more quickly, preventing any gaps from forming.

Boom!

Soon, a thunderous rumble echoed through the starry sky as the Jinni ancestral land was obliterated. This lineage of emperor Dao inheritance, along with the emperor's legends and glory, was reduced to mere dust in history.

No one knew what the Jinni Emperor would think if he were still alive. He had been invincible in his era, dominating the universe, yet his descendants were so incompetent. His emperor son was slain, his Dao manifestation destroyed, and the entire Jinni Clan turned to ashes, leaving only bloody legends behind.

The destruction of the Jinni Clan perfectly illustrated an age-old truth: if you don't court disaster, it won't find you. The glory won by ancestors means nothing if later generations are useless—they'll squander it all.

"Search, keep searching."

The Sheng Yuan Huang waved his hand grandly and led a team of people deep into the starry sky.

The various clans, forces, and major sects of the heavens did the same.

With the Jinni Clan wiped out, the other prehistoric clans had to be rooted out one by one. They were all restless troublemakers; leaving them alive would only invite calamity. Better to eliminate them completely.

Ye Chen also set off, heading toward the western starry sky.

Accompanying him were Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and the others, scanning their surroundings as they went.

Buzz!

Ye Chen summoned his small gourd again, letting it hover above his head, collecting essence wherever they traveled.

Along the way, faint strands of elusive essence were absorbed by the purple-gold gourd—remnants of the vital energy from ancient emperors' lingering souls in the starry sky. As for which emperor it belonged to, Ye Chen didn't care; what mattered was collecting it.

"Emperor's essence."

Chu Xuan murmured softly, and the other women occasionally glanced over, their expressions full of curiosity. This was their first time seeing an immortal treasure that could gather emperor's essence on its own. Though it collected only small amounts, the gourd was undeniably extraordinary.

"There's plenty."

Ye Chen smiled, continuously drawing out strands of emperor's essence and infusing them into his wives' bodies one by one.

Immediately, bursts of emperor Dao's immortal radiance bloomed from Chu Xuan and the others. It was Ye Chen's gift to them, carrying remnants of emperor Dao insights. In battles against strong foes, it could transform into armor for protection, serving both offense and defense. In certain situations, it was even more effective than emperor weapons.

"Hold steady."

His wives weren't the only ones; Ye Ling and the others received it too, with strands infused into them.

"Thanks, Dad."

Ye Ling giggled, examining herself up and down—it was her first time merging with emperor Dao essence.

"The kids know to say thank you, but some people... tsk."

"Thanks, my husband."

The women were quick to catch on, each hugging Ye Chen's face and planting a kiss on him.

"Not in vain, all that effort."

Ye Chen chuckled, his face covered in red lip prints, quite eye-catching.

"Let's go."

Chu Ling gave him a sideways glance and pulled him along.

Ye Chen grabbed his small gourd, gave it a shake, and let it float above his head again. As they walked, it kept collecting essence—though each strand was minimal, it added up over time. He never forgot this task.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Not long after, more rumbling sounds came from the northern starry expanse.

It was the Ten Yama Kings who had tracked down another prehistoric clan—or more precisely, the Ming Emperor had located it for them. Not all prehistoric clans had emperor Dao inheritances, and not all were hidden by emperor Dao immortal arrays. Those without were hard to escape the emperor's divine eye.

Once found, there was no hesitation. The heavens' armies assembled and forcefully wiped them out.

Ye Chen did not participate in that battle; it was too far away, and he wouldn't arrive in time. By the time he reached that part of the starry sky, the fight would likely be over. Clans without emperor Dao inheritances had almost no resistance.

"Dad, in your three years in the Tianjie, did you bring back a wife?"

In another wandering star river, Xiao Ye Ling tilted her head up with a cheeky grin.

At her words, Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and the others all turned to look at him.

"There were plenty chasing after me."

Ye Chen took a deep breath and spoke meaningfully.

"Tch."

The women's responses were strikingly uniform, their gazes at Ye Chen turning skeptical.

"Come on, you three go that way and search."

Ye Chen pointed casually, directing Ye Fan and the others.

The children obeyed and went off together.

With the kids gone, Ye Chen started acting up. With a flick of his sleeve, he produced over a dozen undergarments, in various colors, all carrying a faint feminine fragrance that was intoxicating.

"You shameless one."

The women's reactions were perfectly synchronized; they covered their chests with both hands, their beautiful eyes blazing with anger.

"The emperor Dao separation technique is indeed impressive."

Ye Chen chuckled, holding them up one by one. Sending the children away was just to make this easier—after all, what he was doing was hardly appropriate.

Good thing his beloved wasn't around; otherwise, she'd surely kick him hard. She had taught him this emperor Dao immortal technique for battle, not for such mischief with his own wives.

"See, I told you Dad's up to no good."

From behind a nearby meteor, Xiao Ye Ling poked her head out—she had doubled back, dragging Ye Fan and Yang Lan with her.

Ye Fan coughed awkwardly, at a loss for words; Yang Lan coughed too, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Ye Ling, however, watched with wide, blinking eyes. She often saw her mothers beating up her dad, but this was rare—Ye Chen finally getting the upper hand. Unlike Yang Lan, she showed no restraint.

Among the three children of the Sheng Ti family, Ye Ling, the little troublemaker, knew Ye Chen best.

"Don't run, you're back?"

"Wow, that smells amazing!"

In the vast starry sky, shouts echoed—Chu Xuan and the others were furious, chasing after Ye Chen and beating him. Their faces were all flushed, and their beautiful eyes burned with fire.

Ye Chen dashed away, clutching the undergarments, moving with incredible speed. If the scene weren't so improper, there might have been even more tantalizing sights. The emperor Dao separation technique was surely put to good use.

"He's got that old flair."

The Ming Emperor stroked his chin, his words laden with meaning.

By "he," he meant Di Zun. Before becoming an emperor, Di Zun had done all sorts of shameless things, often chased by a group of immortal maidens across the stars and domains. Every time he returned home, he was covered in bruises—the divine generals knew this best.

Yet, that shameless fellow had actually attained the Dao and become an emperor.

Still, Di Zun and Ye Chen were quite different.

That emperor had always been a lone wolf, skilled at wooing but never settling down with a wife. Ye Chen, on the other hand, had a whole group of wives.

At the end of the star river, Ye Chen finally stopped.

Chu Xuan and the others caught up soon after, weapons in hand, striking with force.

Ye Chen didn't move, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan and the women raised their eyebrows, scanning the starry sky. Was there another prehistoric clan?

There was, indeed.

Ye Chen let out a cold laugh, lightly raising a finger to trace an immortal river across the stars.

Bang!

A thunderous boom erupted as a hidden realm in the void was forced into view. It was undoubtedly a prehistoric clan, and their ancestral land at that. Mountains towered within, great rivers flowed, and mist swirled, exuding an ancient aura mixed with the surging prehistoric clan energy that couldn't be concealed.

"Lei She Clan."

Nanming Yushu said coldly, as if recognizing the race.

"Made me search so hard!"

Ye Chen sneered, stepping up into the air and blocking the Lei She Clan's ancestral land.

At the sight of Ye Chen, the Lei She Clan emperor's face turned deathly pale, and the clan's members trembled violently. They had already heard of Ye Chen's fearsome reputation, especially from this battle—over eighty percent of the strong warriors from other clans had fallen to his hand, including many at the peak quasi-emperor level.

Chu Xuan and the others drew their immortal swords, not bothering to summon the heavens' armies.

The prehistoric Lei She Clan was not an emperor Dao inheritance; they had no great emperors in their history and no emperor weapons for protection. Over ninety percent of their peak quasi-emperor had already been wiped out, leaving them a crippled race with little resistance. No need for armies—Ye Chen alone was enough.

"Leave some room for survival—must you eradicate us completely?"

The Lei She Clan emperor roared, whether from fear or rage, it was hard to tell.

"Why act if you knew the consequences?"

Ye Chen replied indifferently, bringing down a palm that shattered the heavens.

Boom!

The Lei She Clan's barriers rumbled and exploded in an instant. Mountains collapsed, and countless people were obliterated before he even began his slaughter, as blood mist surged through the ancestral land.

Ye Chen's expression was icy as a golden immortal sea poured into the Lei She ancestral land, swallowing everything in its path. Batch after batch of Lei She members were ground to dust, quasi-emperors included.

The battle was swift and ended quickly.

Without an emperor Dao inheritance or emperor weapons, and with few peak quasi-emperors left, the Lei She Clan's destruction barely caused a ripple. The half-step great emperor Ye Chen slaughtered them clean.

"Cleaning up the battlefield is my specialty."

Ye Ling grinned and stepped into the Lei She ancestral land, dragging Ye Fan and Yang Lan along with her. Though not an emperor Dao inheritance, it was still a prehistoric clan that had endured endless ages, amassing treasures beyond what ordinary forces could imagine.

"Dad, catch."

Soon, Ye Ling tossed something over—more precisely, a bolt of purple lightning.

"True lightning?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"The Lei She Clan excels in lightning techniques; they must have quite a bit of true lightning."

Chu Xuan said with a smile.

"Reliable."

Ye Chen laughed, stowing the purple lightning and sending it into his dantian sea.

The heavenly thunder was thrilled, wrapping around it immediately.

See? His master still cared for him. After fusing with chaotic fire, chaotic lightning would surely follow. Through past and present lives with Ye Chen, its spring was finally arriving.