Chapter 2737: Keep Cursing

Boom!

Long Ye had just finished speaking when a thunderous boom echoed through the sky. Dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, startling many people into looking up. Thunder in the early morning—this damn thing must be about to rain!

But rain wasn't the case; someone was cursing the heavens.

That's right, it was Ye Chen doing the cursing, glaring furiously at the ethereal void, his inner roar coming straight from his soul. The day he was refining pills, he hadn't dared to lose focus, but now he had no such reservations, putting all his effort into scolding relentlessly.

Shang Cang was enraged, once again sending down Tian Qian upon him. Streaks of pitch-black lightning tore through his Sheng Ti, tormenting his body, intent on obliterating him into ashes.

At the sight, Chu Xuan and the others quickly rose to their feet, furrowing their brows as they gazed toward the mountain peak.

Ye Chen wouldn't face Tian Qian for no reason; he must be cursing the heavens again. Given how domineering the Tian Qian lightning was, he was probably cursing fiercely. But no one knew why, early in the morning, he was at it.

"Scold, we should scold it."

"If not for Shang Cang's lack of benevolence, Cang Lan Gu Gu wouldn't have perished and become a spirit."

Ye Ling said, her single word "Gu Gu" elevating her family's lineage to a primordial level.

"Mother, why can't Ye Fan absorb this Tian Qian?"

Yang Lan glanced at Ye Fan before looking at Ji Ning Shuang. She had this doubt before, during Ye Chen's refinement of the Jiu Zhuan Huan Hun Dan. As a Tian Qian body, Ye Fan couldn't absorb his father's Tian Qian at all.

"It's not that he's not absorbing it; it's that the Tian Qian Ye Fan can absorb has become so weak it's negligible." Ji Ning Shuang spoke gently. "As cultivation and age increase, and as Dao roots and origins settle, every Tian Qian body will see their ability to absorb Tian Qian weaken infinitely until a critical point, where they cut off external Tian Qian and generate their own."

"Gradually weakening?" Ye Ling murmured to herself, then tentatively looked at Ji Ning Shuang. "Does Jiu Niang mean that Ye Fan was strongest at absorbing Tian Qian when he was just born?"

"That's the main reason why Tian Qian bodies rarely survive infancy."

Ji Ning Shuang said softly, her gaze toward Ye Fan carrying an extra hint of guilt. He had borne and absorbed the Tian Qian from both her and Ye Chen—who knew how her child had endured it back then?

Ye Fan smiled reassuringly, as sensible as ever.

Precisely because of his sensibility and strength, Ye Ling, Yang Lan, Chu Xuan, and the others felt even more heartbroken. Such a young child, born with calamity, constantly absorbing his parents' Tian Qian—what kind of pain was that? Those years must have been a struggle in hell for him!

Fortunately, he survived, enduring the torment of Tian Qian and the trials of life and death, forging the Tian Qian body he had today, surpassing his generation and upholding his parents' glory.

"Scold, continue scolding."

On Yu Nu Feng's peak, Long Ye's boisterous shouts rang out, cheering Ye Chen on.

Crackle! Crackle!

The Tian Qian lightning on Ye Chen grew even more terrifying, so powerful that even his Huang Gu Sheng Ti was torn apart. Chunks of Sheng bone fractured inch by inch, and across his body, cracks seeped with dazzling golden blood. In just over ten breaths, he had become a blood-soaked figure, with even Da Lun Hui Tian Sheng and Sheng Dao Hui Tian unable to heal his wounds.

"That guy is scamming people again."

Many old-timers cursed under their breath; these past days, Long Ye had fooled them plenty of times, nearly getting them wiped out by Tian Qian.

"Scolding the heavens for no reason—are you that bored?"

Xiong Er whispered, "What if we get a man and a woman to scold the heavens together, draw down Tian Qian lightning, and then, while both carrying Tian Qian, go to bed? Wouldn't that create another Tian Qian body?"

"If you and your wife were being flayed alive, would you still have the mood to go to bed?"

Xie Yun shot him a glance, truly impressed by Xiong Er's wild imagination. Tian Qian lightning wasn't a joke—it was no different from a thousand cuts, or even worse than flaying. If someone could endure that tearing pain and still climb into bed, they'd be a real prodigy, a heaven-defying one at that.

Besides, creating a Tian Qian body wasn't that simple. In that situation, conception might not even happen; even if it did, the child might not be born; and even if born, they might not survive Tian Qian. Any step could lead to utter destruction.

So, Xie Yun greatly admired Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang for accidentally creating a child, and he was even more awed by little Ye Fan's resilience. Their family of three were all monsters.

As for those parents who deliberately tried to create a Tian Qian body, their hearts must be ice-cold—that was sheer irresponsibility toward life, potentially sending their child straight to the gates of hell.

Boom! Rumbling!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the void's roars grew more intense. What was once a clear day was now shrouded in pitch-black clouds, blocking all light. It felt as if the heavens were present, as if Shang Cang was furious.

"Scold, continue scolding."

Long Ye's shouts grew louder, as he jumped around excitedly.

Looking at Ye Chen, he was beyond miserable, tormented by Tian Qian lightning until he was unrecognizable. Tian Qian didn't care how strong you were—whether half-step Da Cheng or an emperor, it treated everyone the same.

"Open, open for me."

Ye Chen's eyes were blood-red, veins bulging on his forehead, his teeth grinding to pieces. Those curses against Shang Cang came from his soul, and his roar to unlock the bloodline limit was also from his soul.

"Open, open for me."

Long Ye's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins; to verify his theory, he wasn't treating Ye Chen like a person anymore.

Or rather, from the start, he had never seen Ye Chen as just a person, only because he held that unwavering belief in him—an unconditional trust that the Sheng Ti could create another myth.

"Maniacs, a pair of maniacs."

Curses echoed from various peaks of Heng Yue, lambasting Long Ye's madness and Ye Chen's madness. You two must not have taken your medicine, or taken too much—what's with playing with your lives early in the morning?

"In peaceful times, there are always a few people with nothing better to do."

In Tian Xuan Men, Tian Lao and Di Lao stood with hands behind their backs, watching through the Huan Tian Shui Mu, sighing and clicking their tongues. Seeing Ye Chen's blood-drenched form, just looking at it hurt like hell, let alone experiencing it.

Yet, they kept watching, as if understanding Long Ye's intent, all wanting to see if Ye Chen could defy the heavens again. If the Huang Gu Sheng Ti could truly unlock the bloodline by cursing the heavens, that would be truly groundbreaking—more than groundbreaking, it would be an unprecedented feat, a god-tier exploit!

Unfortunately, the myth they hoped for didn't appear, ending in tragedy instead.

With a gentle breeze brushing by, Ye Chen collapsed onto his back.

The half-step Da Cheng Sheng Ti, with the power to slay emperors, still couldn't withstand Tian Qian, falling into unconsciousness, his body ravaged beyond recognition, with remnants of Tian Qian lightning lingering in his Sheng Ti.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

"Is something missing? Or maybe the conditions today just aren't right?"

"There must be some secrets we haven't uncovered."

Long Ye frowned, stroking his chin as he muttered to himself, convinced his theory was logical. Why hadn't it worked? Was the posture wrong? Or not scolding fiercely enough?

"You've really screwed over our Sheng Zhu this time!"

People from Heng Yue grimaced, giving Long Ye a thumbs-up. You're truly something, daring to trick Ye Chen on Yu Nu Feng. Don't you know the wives in the Sheng Ti family are all fierce as can be? Messing with Ye Chen is one thing, but messing with them means preparing to drink Meng Po Tang.

"I've calculated it—he'll have to crawl back."

Long Yi touched his bald head, gazing toward Yu Nu Feng, his words full of gravity.

And indeed, his intuition was spot-on.

Chu Xuan and the others had already reached the peak and, in perfect coordination, split into two groups. One group, like Ji Ning Shuang, Lin Shi Hua, and Shang Guan Han Yue, was tending to Young Master Ye, infusing him with vital essence or feeding him pills one by one. Ravaged by Tian Qian, Ye Chen was gravely injured.

As for the rest, like Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and Nan Ming Yu Shu, they surrounded Long Ye on the spot, weapons in hand, their clear, water-like eyes blazing with fire.

Ah!

A domineering scream pierced through Heng Yue in an instant.

The remnant soul of Long Di was pinned down and, once felled, never got up again, beaten by that group of wives until he questioned his very existence. Tricking our Ye Chen, how are you so talented at it!

The screams eventually faded, and Long Ye really did crawl back.

This time, he was truly subdued. Perhaps for many years to come, he wouldn't dare set foot on Yu Nu Feng again. The mad women in Ye Chen's family struck with deadly precision—it was a beating to the death!