Chapter 2817: Team Up for Fun

Ye Chen murmured to himself, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Earlier, he had seen Hong Yan, but now he saw Di Huang, leading him to think that what was reflected in Xing Tian's head eyes was the legendary ancient Hong Huang.

“Thanks, senior.”

The bald young man had already taken the battle spear and bowed to Ye Chen. Without waiting for any response from Ye Chen, he hugged the battle spear and left.

For a long time, Ye Chen did not look away.

Not only him, but also the Chaos Fire and Chaos Cauldron hovered in front of Xing Tian's head, curiously gazing into his eyes. The head was enormous, and so were the eyes; if you looked closely, you could see a world within them. Unfortunately, it was shrouded in dark mist, with swirling black demonic energy and surging blood fog, occasionally flashing with lightning and thunder.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The heavenly thunder was diligent, merging true thunder with heavenly thunder and circling around the Chiyan Immortal Thunder, constantly trying to get close. Compared to the Taichu Divine Thunder, the Chiyan Immortal Thunder was less resistant—at least it wasn't strongly fighting back, which was a good sign of impending submission.

It was unclear when, but Xing Tian's head finally closed its eyes.

Ye Chen was still deep in thought, puzzled as to why Hong Yan and Di Huang had appeared one after another in Xing Tian's eyes. Was it conveying some secret?

“What are you thinking about!”

A sudden voice jolted him from his thoughts.

The speaker was a little figure, only about the size of a human fist, wearing a tiny vest on top and shorts below. He was plump and adorable, making anyone want to poke his little belly—it was incredibly cute.

That was right, it was Xiao Lingwa, whose true form was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but he loved this shape. He used this cute act to flirt everywhere, heading straight to wherever there were fairy maidens.

People watching couldn't help but chuckle. Compared to the domineering Tyrannosaurus Rex form, this little thing just looked funny. No one knew what he was thinking.

Oh my goodness!

A cry of surprise rang out—it was from Xiao Lingwa.

Ye Chen, who also liked little gadgets, reached out and poked Xiao Lingwa's belly. The poke sent him flying, luckily without much force, or it could have left a bloody hole.

When Xiao Lingwa returned, his face was full of black lines. This form of mine is for charming girls—what are you poking for? Don't you know your own strength?

“It's actually hiding thunder—tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Ye Chen clicked his tongue, not even needing Xiao Lingwa to hand it over; he took it himself. It was a purple thunder, not a high level—just true thunder rank, at the bottom tier.

“Holy blood! I want holy blood.”

Xiao Lingwa chattered excitedly; he had gone through all that trouble to find thunder just to get Ye Chen to bleed for him.

“No blood, but I do have a palm for you.”

Ye Chen said, and with that, he swung a palm.

Wow!

Many people looked up, watching Xiao Lingwa soar away, their eyes following the arc of his flight, swaying left and right. Who knew how far he would go.

“You big jerk!”

Curses echoed from the distant starry sky.

Xiao Lingwa was spitting blood, not just from injury but from anger too. Along the way, he had smashed through countless spaces and nearly been turned into a pulp by that single palm.

However, Ye Chen, the Holy Body, was still kind-hearted. After knocking Xiao Lingwa flying, he sent over a strand of emperor essence as a warning—always thinking about drawing my blood is a dangerous idea.

Xiao Lingwa finally left, limping off toward Da Chu, then heading straight for Heng Yue and Yu Nu Peak. With Ye Chen away, it was a rare chance to tease his wives. Turning into a little figure, who wouldn't like that?

Nine days later, screams echoed from Yu Nu Peak.

That's right, he got beaten again. Nanming Yushu and the others were not as gentle as imagined—they hit harder than Ye Chen. That little figure nearly got squished into a meatball, covered in blood.

On the meteorite, Ye Chen stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, dozing off.

Ever since Xiao Lingwa left, he had been waiting for nine days.

In those nine days, business seemed slow—no one else came to offer thunder. Instead, spectators came in waves, mostly elders bringing along energetic young disciples to see the Holy Body. They had only heard legends about it; this was their first time seeing the real deal.

“Boss, it's fusing!”

The Chaos Cauldron suddenly shouted, startling Ye Chen.

Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked toward the small realm.

His heavenly thunder was truly outstanding—it had successfully persuaded the immortal thunder to submit. Now, the two bolts of thunder were merging, though the process was slow.

“Has it submitted?”

Ye Chen turned and smiled at the Taichu Divine Thunder.

The divine thunder showed no reaction, not even moving—it was completely unyielding. This made the Chaos Cauldron and Chaos Fire quite frustrated, itching to team up and beat it.

“I've seen you, senior.”

After nine days, someone finally arrived.

It was a young man in a plain daoist robe, with eyes like stars and black hair like a waterfall. Subtle dao principles flickered around him, accompanied by a faint heavenly sound.

His bloodline merged with all living beings.

That's right, he was the Son of the Earth, an old rival of Ye Fan. The two inherited heaven and earth respectively, and they had battled many times, each fight drawing crowds.

Perhaps only the Son of the Earth truly knew he was no match for Ye Fan—his comprehension of the dao was far inferior. Like father, like son; Ye Fan was the perfect example. His parents were both youthful emperors, the most brilliant in the heavens, so their child was naturally extraordinary.

“Have you married yet?”

Ye Chen smiled warmly, quite fond of this junior. He had deep ties with this lineage; without that bloodline that merged with all beings, he wouldn't have played so many tricks on the Haotian family and Haotian Xuanzhen.

“Not yet married.”

The Son of the Earth coughed lightly and offered a bolt of thunder.

This thunder was of a high level—though it was heavenly thunder, it was at the peak of the heavenly thunder domain, not weaker than ordinary immortal thunder, and its source was extremely refined.

“There are many fairy maidens in Da Chu—any that catch your eye?”

Ye Chen accepted the thunder and, from his words, seemed eager to play matchmaker again, wanting to tie the Son of the Earth to a romantic fate. He had a soft spot for talents.

“I have my eye on your Ye Ling.”

The somewhat straightforward Son of the Earth chuckled, though it was unclear if he was joking or serious.

“Well.”

Ye Chen took a deep breath and gave the Son of the Earth another look. This junior was quite ambitious—he also wanted to win over his little gem.

But truthfully, compared to that little chubby black guy, Ye Chen found the Son of the Earth more appealing. At least he looked normal; that Tang San Shao fellow was a bit hard to describe, and he didn't want his grandson to be dark and unkempt.

Unfortunately, his thoughts were in vain—it all depended on whether Ye Ling took a liking to him. Love couldn't be forced; who knew what kind she preferred?

“Oh, what a coincidence!”

Just as they spoke, more people descended.

This time, it wasn't just one— all were juniors, the top talents of the new generation: Liehuo Battle Body, Zifu Immortal Body, Jiuyou Demon Body, Daoyuan Divine Body, Xiantian Dao Body, Taiyin Body, and Sun Body.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Many onlookers clicked their tongues, their eyes shining. These juniors were terrifyingly powerful, not just in bloodline but also in their dao comprehension.

In certain eras, these talents had been quite unruly, fighting every few days and challenging each other regularly, always drawing huge crowds.

“If Tianzan and Tiansha were here too, it would be even more lively.”

The elders stroked their beards; if they had to pick the most brilliant, it would still be Ye Fan of the Tianzan Body, the precious son of the Holy Body family, leading the new generation.

“I'm more optimistic about the little black fatty.”

“Which little black fatty?”

“Tang San Shao.”

“Yeah, he is pretty dark.”

When it came to Tang San Shao, many spoke with meaning. His normal combat might not be the strongest, but once he activated his bloodline limit, he was formidable—the only one in the heavens who could freely unlock it, making him nearly indestructible.

“Senior, how about a secret technique?”

“That immortal sword looks good.”

“Grandpa said he wants pills.”

“I want emperor essence.”

These talents weren't just visiting—they all brought thunder, mostly heavenly thunder, except Zifu Immortal Body, who brought a damaged immortal thunder, which was inferior to Chiyan Immortal Thunder.

Ye Chen was generous; it was rare for juniors to be so thoughtful, so he gave them extras as well.

“Those who haven't married, go check out Da Chu.”

As a senior, the Tenth Emperor of Da Chu's words carried wisdom. It seemed he wanted to scoop up all these talents as sons-in-law—how lively that would be. He loved the excitement.

“I can't beat your Ye Ling.”

Liehuo Battle Body coughed awkwardly, recalling his last trip to Heng Yue, where Ye Ling's words “Can you take a beating?” had left him battered.

“I also have my eye on your Ye Ling.”

“Really? Me too.”

“This time, I'm here to propose marriage.”

“Oh? Me too.”

They chatted back and forth, finding common ground and mutual admiration, like heroes with the same vision, talking enthusiastically.

Ye Chen tucked his hands in his sleeves, his eyes darting around as he glanced at each of them, his expression full of meaning. This group of little rascals—except for Taiyin Body and Sun Body— weren't here to offer thunder; they were teaming up to pursue his little gem.

At this rate, how about I set up a martial arts tournament for her hand?

The onlookers' expressions grew even more profound.

What could be said? Ye Chen trading for thunder might just end up gaining several sons-in-law. These talents were all extraordinary; paired with Ye Ling, they would be a perfect match.

“Mine is true love.”

“Look at you saying that, as if the rest are fake.”

“You all have no chance.”

They kept chattering away.

Some of what they said wasn't their own idea—it was what their elders had taught them before coming, to tease the Holy Body when they met him.

And they were obliging, really getting into it.

Ye Chen said nothing, just watched them. Every one of them here—he made a mental note. He'd tell Ye Ling later and make sure she paid extra attention when dealing with them, perhaps with a surprise attack.

In fact, many years ago, Ye Ling had already “taken care” of them. Whenever the juniors fought and ended up battered, she and Tang San Shao would follow up with sneak attacks. Most of these guys had experienced it, and even now, when wandering the starry sky, they didn't carry valuables, afraid of getting robbed again.