Chapter 2749

Ye Chen reappeared, arriving in Wulei Cheng.

As far as his eyes could see, immortal mist swirled and clouds drifted, with towering spirit mountains rising everywhere. Immortal rivers meandered through, waterfalls plunged with rainbow hues, and flowers, grasses, and trees radiated vitality. The branches and leaves shimmered like crystals, pulsing with life force.

This was truly an immortal city.

Ye Chen felt lost in a daze. He had heard Chu Xuan and Ye Ling describe it before, but seeing it now still left him entranced, as if he had entered a hazy immortal realm. Everywhere, graceful immortal women sat in meditation on mountain peaks, carried baskets to bury flowers, or danced lightly through the air. Each one possessed peerless beauty and was a rare beauty of the mortal world.

Beyond that, it was the aura of this world that stood out.

Wulei Cheng was truly extraordinary, with vast expanses of land stretching endlessly and the sky without end. Hidden within was a mysterious and powerful force, even more obscure than that of the Xuan Huang Forbidden Zone, making even him feel a twinge of unease.

"Where can I find you?"

Ye Chen called out, glancing toward the vast sky.

However, there was no response from Wulei.

"Where can I find you?"

He called again, infusing it with Yuan Shen power.

Yet, still no response.

Ye Chen shook his head and started walking. If there was no answer, so be it—he would take this chance to explore Wulei Cheng properly. It was his first time here, and everything felt novel.

He looked around as he went, seeing many immortal women, but each one had a detached expression, devoid of any human emotion.

Not only that, his half-step Dacheng Sheng Ti seemed to turn him into invisible air in this place. Not a single immortal woman glanced his way; their clear, beautiful eyes were dull and empty, embodying utter indifference.

"Awkward."

Ye Chen cleared his throat and crossed a wooden bridge. Below, a spring bubbled with colorful light, and occasionally, fish darted through the water, their eyes also lacking emotion. The cranes flying overhead and the jade rabbits foraging in the grass were the same.

In other words, everything in Wulei Cheng—whether people, spirit beasts, creatures in the sky, on the ground, or in the water—was without emotion.

He suddenly stopped at an immortal pond. The water did not reflect his shadow; the surface was perfectly still, just like the people here.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Ye Chen clicked his tongue and circled around the pond, continuing onward. Whenever someone passed by, he would glance at them. These immortal women were all stunningly beautiful, full of life, yet utterly without tears or feelings.

In that moment, an unprecedented sense of oppression weighed on his heart.

This ethereal immortal city was a realm of heartlessness, so silent it was suffocating. No one spoke, no one laughed; every face and figure seemed identical, with no end to the coldness.

He came to a stop under a peach blossom tree.

There stood an immortal woman, as still as a statue of ice, not moving at all, like a lifeless puppet, with only her robes fluttering in the wind.

Ye Chen stepped forward, stroking his chin as he circled and examined her.

This was a Dao Ling body, identical in bloodline to Shangguan Hanyue from a past life, but her origin was even purer and more authentic.

After observing for a long time, Ye Chen finally left.

Throughout, the immortal woman never once looked at him, leaving him feeling quite awkward. He was, after all, the emperor of Da Chu, a primordial Sheng Ti, and one that was half-step Dacheng, just a step away from supremacy. To be ignored like this was quite disrespectful.

As he went on, Ye Chen gradually grew accustomed to it. Seeing so many tearless, emotionless immortal women and their dominant bloodlines, he couldn't help but sigh along the way.

What made him sigh wasn't just them, but also the treasures of Wulei Cheng. There were many spirit herb gardens, planted with rare flowers and grasses mostly extinct in the heavens, like Long Xian Cao, Feng Huang Hua, and Qi Lin Guo—all present here—and even some he had never seen before.

As an alchemist, he felt like he had arrived in paradise. With so many refining materials, he could probably concoct nine-mark Dans, and not just one kind.

Because of this, certain aspects of his nature became hard to suppress.

Wherever he passed, something would go missing—spirit herbs or fruits that he casually picked, always going for the higher-grade ones. His movements were seamless, and he acted as if nothing had happened.

Wulei Cheng had one advantage: he could take things openly, and the passing immortal women paid no mind, as if nothing in the world could stir their hearts in the slightest.

Not to boast, but even if he pinned those immortal women down and... well, they wouldn't show a hint of expression, likely wouldn't resist, and would just let it happen.

Amid the nonsense, Ye Chen felt more pity and sorrow. Such fine people, all vibrant lives, yet they lived like puppets.

Hm?

As he walked, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. In a flash, he appeared beneath a waterfall.

There stood another immortal woman in snow-white robes, beautiful as a dream, as still as an ice sculpture, silently gazing at the waterfall. Her empty eyes showed not a ripple of emotion.

Ye Chen approached, his emotions stirred.

This woman was a reincarnated person from Da Chu.

Her name was Yue Chan, from the Yue Huang Guang Han Palace in her past life. In terms of seniority, even Qian Shang Yue would have to call her senior aunt. What surprised him was that in Wulei Cheng, besides the reincarnated Chu Xuan, there was actually a second one.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand and drew Yue Chan into his small world. He didn't use Soul Immortal Light—it would be useless. As someone from Wulei Cheng, like Chu Xuan back then, she needed to shed tears to regain her emotions.

Having found a reincarnated person, Ye Chen quickened his pace. If there was a first and second, there might be a third. It was worth hoping for.

The emperor of Da Chu became quite busy.

He darted all over Wulei Cheng, heading straight for places with crowds, and along the way, he snatched any precious exotic flowers or spirit herbs he encountered. This was typical of the Da Chu emperor—wherever he went, he always took something or some treasure.

Unfortunately, his luck didn't seem great. After visiting many places, he found no more reincarnated individuals, though he did steal plenty of Wulei Cheng's immortal items.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu had lost all sense of propriety. He passed an immortal spring, and it vanished; he crossed a spirit herb garden, and it was left bare; he stepped over an immortal river, and it ran dry. In short, he took whatever he could—no one stopped him anyway.

For someone so driven, what use was face?

Given enough time, he could probably move the entire Wulei Cheng, including all the immortal women, into his small world.

Looking into his inner small world, colorful lights burst forth. The stolen spirit herbs were already planted in the soil, watered with spirit springs, and the spirit fruit trees stretched out in rows, their crystalline fruits emitting a fragrant aroma.

Buzz!

Accompanied by a deep hum, he uprooted an entire majestic immortal mountain and pulled it into his small world. The next dozen or so mountains and peaks followed suit.

It was a good thing Di Huang and Hong Yan weren't around; if they saw their descendant acting like this, they would surely be proud. We never dared to go this far—you're truly exceptional! And what about Wulei? Where are you? Aren't you going to do something about this?

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen stopped again.

Not far to the east stood a white jade statue, eight thousand zhang tall, carved in the likeness of a woman who looked exactly like Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. The craftsmanship was extraordinarily fine, making it lifelike. Bathed in the pure moonlight, the white jade statue exuded a holy aura, and upon closer inspection, ethereal phenomena accompanied it.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard Ye Ling mention this statue before, so he wasn't surprised.

What did surprise him was the vague power fused within the white jade statue, like Buddhist Nianli or Daoist incense, formless yet undeniably real, as if it had been worshipped for countless years.

He didn't know when he left, but as he walked, he kept calling out, summoning the lord of Wulei Cheng. Damn it, you let me in, so where are you? Playing hide-and-seek?

Unfortunately, his calls went unanswered.

Given Wulei's silence, he took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on a distant immortal mountain. It was tall and elegant, shrouded in mist like a veiled fairy hidden beneath swirling immortal energy.

Ye Chen thought to himself that if he toppled that mountain, it would make quite a racket. Or, he could find a few beautiful immortal women, strip them bare, and hang them in the trees—that scene would be quite the sight. If he didn't stir up some major chaos, the lord of Wulei Cheng wouldn't learn her lesson.

With that idea, he headed over.

Boom!

The ensuing boom echoed loudly through the quiet Wulei Cheng. Rocks flew as the palaces and pavilions on the mountain collapsed, scattering bricks and tiles everywhere in a chaotic mess.

This thunderous noise spread to the stars.

In that instant, countless people perked up their ears, and many old-timers stroked their beards.

"Calculating with my fingers, the Sheng Ti must be causing trouble."

"From that sound, it seems a mountain has collapsed."

"Probably picking a fight with Wulei. A half-step Dacheng Sheng Ti is quite the restless one."

"Or maybe an attempt at forced advances gone wrong."

Discussions erupted, one after another, as the talented individuals gathered and speculated wildly. No matter the guess, it was enough to make their eyes gleam.

Of course! The tenth emperor of Da Chu always brought excitement wherever he went, and Wulei Cheng was no exception.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the world watched, more thunderous noises came from Wulei Cheng, even louder than before. Though unseen, everyone could imagine the scene: a man named Ye Chen overturning spirit mountains and demolishing palaces.

What a character!

Even someone as taciturn as Xuanyuan Dizi wanted to utter those two words.

In the past, even Di Huang and Hong Yan, as true supremes, hadn't dared to act so boldly. A mere half-step Dacheng was truly outstanding!

"Compared to that, I'm more curious about those immortal women."

Ri Yue Shen Zi stroked his chin. "Hope he doesn't hurt them. We should cherish the fairer sex."

"I wonder if old seven will bring one back for me."

Xiao Yuan Huang wiped his mouth.

"I don't have a wife either."

Kui Niu rubbed his nose.

"The Sheng Ti is probably in for a beating!"

Wuji Dizi said solemnly. The more chaos he caused, the harder he'd be punished—that was certain. Wulei Cheng's foundations surpassed even the five great Xuan Huang forbidden zones, and even with Ye Chen at half-step Dacheng, he likely wouldn't measure up.

Most importantly, that woman Wulei held grudges.