Chapter 2812: My Precious

When Ye Chen returned to Heng Yue, night still lingered.

Yu Nu Peak was quiet and deserted.

Ye Chen was quite straightforward—he pushed open the door to a boudoir, claiming he was just tucking in his wife, but before long, he was shamelessly slipping under the covers.

"Aren't you walking without making a sound?"

"It's you, this pig, sleeping too deeply."

"Get lost."

"Stop messing around."

The conversation in the room was quite amusing. From the voice, it was Nan Ming Yu Shu, sleeping peacefully until a leg draped over her, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. When she opened her eyes, she saw that guy named Ye Chen.

The voices soon faded away.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu ended up staying in bed.

Holding his wife, he slept soundly and contentedly!

That night, the entire realm of heavens was peaceful.

After enduring wars, repelling the tian mo and jian mo, suppressing the primordial great clans, and even destroying the Zhuxian Jian, they could finally rest easy. As the sunlight spread across the land, a new cycle of recuperation would begin. In the days ahead, there might be no more conflicts, and the war-torn heavens would quietly heal their wounds in tranquility, preparing for the arrival of a golden age filled with light.

Before dawn fully broke, groups of cultivators donned their armor, gripped their battle spears, and stepped into the starry sky. They were clearing the battlefield, patrolling, and searching for any remnants of the primordial clans. They repaired the damaged star domains and rebuilt the shattered ancient stars. The bloody mist shrouding the stars gradually dissipated, and the chaos of war was swept clean.

"I've never felt this peaceful before."

"If another emperor emerged, it would be perfect."

"Even a great accomplishment sacred body would do."

Conversations echoed throughout the starry skies, one after another, filled with joyous laughter. These were people who had crawled out of piles of corpses, survivors of multiple great battles. They were now the elite among elites, tempered by the flames of war, which had also been a profound fortune for them.

Splash!

As soon as daybreak arrived, Ye Chen was thrown out of the room, landing spread-eagled on the ground. Shangguan Han Yue, who had just stepped out, was stunned; Liu Ru Yan, who was preparing breakfast, was also stunned; and Lin Shi Hua, who was practicing her sword, froze as well. What a sight!

"The weather's cool, remember to cover up."

Ye Chen waved it off casually, got up as if nothing had happened, and brushed the dust off himself. He made his questionable actions sound perfectly innocent, acting like it was all perfectly normal.

Lin Shi Hua and Liu Ru Yan both covered their mouths and stifled their laughter. No one bought his story—if he hadn't been up to no good, why would he have been tossed out? We know you all too well.

Then, Nan Ming Yu Shu emerged from the room.

Early in the morning, this young woman had fire in her eyes. It was all because that certain someone had been too rough, grabbing a particularly soft spot and not letting go.

Occupational habit—it was understandable.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, but his expression said it all: Can't I even touch a bit if we're not doing anything? He had to admit, the feel was pretty good.

Breakfast was quite warm and cozy.

"I'm here to crash your meal."

"Quick, get me a bowl and chopsticks."

Xiong Er shouted boisterously, acting all arrogant. In his plump hands, he held a bolt of thunder, clearly something he had found for Ye Chen. For the sake of this thunder, they had to let him eat.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Ye Chen's integrity.

Ye Chen took the thunder and promptly threw the little fatty out. That business of shooting me back then—I'm still holding a grudge. This thunder can count as compensation.

"Damn it."

"Wow."

Accompanied by Xiong Er's howls, Ye Ling landed on the mountain peak. She tilted her little head up, watching him go all the way until he smacked neatly into the rock wall.

"Dad, did you miss me?"

Once she looked away, Ye Ling grinned and scampered over lightly. She had smelled the aroma of food from afar and came for a meal—her dad's cooking was master-level.

"Your mom hasn't woken up yet."

Ye Chen said with a smile, handing her bowls and chopsticks. He casually checked Ye Ling's origin, which was completely different from before, and her whole body was infused with more refined Dao essence. It seemed his precious daughter hadn't just been causing trouble in Lingxiao Dian; most of her time must have been spent in cultivation.

"She hasn't woken up."

As the little girl spoke, she waved her hand lightly.

Clang!

Then came that sound, shaking the entire Yu Nu Peak. What Ye Ling had pulled out was a table—or more precisely, a large desk, like the kind used by county officials in court.

"I brought it from Lingxiao Dian."

Ye Ling giggled. It had taken real effort to move this desk, which was cast from immortal gold bronze and incredibly heavy—that's why it made the peak tremble. It was engraved with divine patterns, surrounded by ancient aura, and covered in subdued divine light. It was a rare immortal treasure.

"Not bad."

Ye Chen laughed. See, his daughter knew what was up.

"Come on, Dad, let me show you something good."

Ye Ling scooted over and secretly slipped two ancient scrolls to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen took them and subconsciously opened one.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

The sounds of people spitting out their food rang out repeatedly, and even the usually dazed Ji Ning Shuang wasn't spared. If Ye Fan and Yang Lan had been there, they would have done the same.

Ye Chen's nose was already steaming, feeling a warm flow trickling out.

It wasn't for nothing—the images on the ancient scrolls were incredibly sensual, clearly rare collector's editions, and they featured Chu Ling and Chu Xuan.

One could only imagine how outrageous it was for this girl to have captured her two mothers completely bare. Who knew when she had taken them? Now she was bringing them out for a big surprise.

"Is it a treasure?"

Ye Ling blinked her big eyes and smiled mischievously.

"It is."

Ye Chen said this word with great emphasis, then tucked both ancient scrolls into his robe. What a treasure of a daughter—he hadn't raised her in vain!

Looking at Liu Ru Yan and the others, they were all rubbing their foreheads. This little girl was just too much.

In the future, they needed to keep an eye on her.

That was what all the mothers were thinking, or else their Ye Ling might snap a full-body shot of them—naked, of course.

After the meal, little Ye Ling hurried off again. She was an ambitious girl, and Lingxiao Dian was a sacred place for cultivation. The aura there was ethereal, ancient, and majestic, with profound Dao essence that faintly captured the intent of the Dao—a supreme fortune for enlightenment.

Ye Chen also stood up, stretching lazily. Under the watchful eyes of the women rolling theirs, he climbed to the top of Yu Nu Peak and sat down cross-legged. If anyone had suffered the most in this catastrophe, it was him. He had collided with three of Ruoxi's four halos, and the fact that he was still sitting here was a miracle. Though he showed no external wounds, inside he was a mess—his inner world was in ruins with countless cracks, his Dao roots were severely damaged, and his primordial spirit and true body were riddled with fissures.

He sat there for three months.

In those three months, the heavens busied themselves with rebuilding, and the starry skies regained more vitality. However, the mission to hunt down the primordial clans never stopped—it would continue until the end.

In those three months, more people tried to visit Lingxiao Dian, but without exception, they were all turned away. Forcing entry wasn't impossible, but they'd have to be prepared to end up crippled.

In those three months, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling remained asleep, and little Ruoxi slept peacefully as well, while only Ye Ling sat quietly in cultivation.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Lingxiao Dian trembled gently from time to time, ever so softly, as if afraid of disturbing Ye Ling. It was quite fond of her—much more than Ye Chen. The girl was so lively, after all.

The most anxious one was the Zhuxian Jian.

With Ruoxi, Chu Xuan, and Chu Ling all there, the situation wasn't favorable. Lingxiao Dian was an existence it knew all too well, and in its current weakened state, it was no match. If it tried to fight, it would be beaten badly.

So, it chose to lie low.

Its ability to hide was as mysterious as ever—Ye Chen didn't detect it, the quasi-emperors didn't, and even Lingxiao Dian sensed nothing unusual.