Chapter 888: Discarded Eyes

Chapter 888: Abandon Eye

In front of the bamboo house, Ye Chen stared blankly at the clothing in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

The events from the dream had turned into reality, leaving him unable to distinguish whether Yan Fei had truly passed away or still existed in the world.

"Thank you, senior, for the gift!"

Ye Chen bowed with his hands clasped toward the loom, then waved his hand to put on the clothing personally woven by Yan Fei. The garment was quite ordinary, yet it concealed the murderous aura all over his body, making him as plain and unassuming as the clothing itself.

The breeze continued to blow, with flower petals fluttering down and landing on his shoulders, each one dancing like a fairy.

Behind Ye Chen, he caught a flower petal and gazed at it quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness, as if the petal in his hand were Chu Xuan.

But the breeze showed no understanding, as a gentle gust swept by, causing the petal in his hand to slip through his fingers and drift away hesitantly.

"Xuan Er, I should let it go."

Ye Chen murmured softly, gently touching his left eye.

"If you fear it, I'll discard it."

Ye Chen smiled tenderly and forcibly extracted the origin of his Xian Lun Yan.

Suddenly, fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his eye, trickling down his face and dripping onto a peach blossom petal.

"With this, will you be willing to return?"

Ye Chen lightly waved his hand, imprinting the origin of the Xian Lun Yan into a peach blossom petal.

He left without any attachments, and before departing, he repaired the barrier here to prevent worldly disturbances from disrupting the tranquility.

...

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

In the cold and majestic Shixue Hall, Shixue Yan Luo roared like thunder, shaking the hall with booming echoes. "Hundreds of thousands of cultivators, and none of you can find one person? What am I keeping you for?"

Below, a crowd knelt prostrate, not daring to make a sound.

They had indeed put in effort, but Ye Chen's elusiveness left them helpless, like a ghost that moved without a trace. Even when they occasionally found his trail, an insufficient force of experts would result in a crushing defeat.

"What are you all standing around for? Keep searching!"

Shixue Yan Luo erupted in anger once more.

As soon as he spoke, the elders of Shixue Hall felt as if they had been granted a pardon, scrambling to their feet and fleeing faster than rabbits.

"This isn't their fault."

As the crowd left, Shi Hun Wang materialized. "Even tens of thousands of cultivators couldn't stop him, which proves his strength."

"What a humiliation, an absolute humiliation."

Shixue Yan Luo gritted his teeth, his face twisted in ferocity, like a demon.

"Wanting to find him is simple enough, isn't it?"

A eerie, mocking laugh echoed as a beam of blood light shot into the Shixue Hall, transforming into a blood-red figure. Upon closer inspection, it was Xue Wang.

"Xue Wang, you're quite bold."

Shi Hun Wang's eyes flashed with sharp light. "Coming here alone—aren't you afraid you won't leave?"

"Would you really dare to kill me?"

Xue Wang smirked playfully.

"You're a honored guest—who would dare?"

Shixue Yan Luo snorted coldly. "Speak! How can we find Ye Chen?"

"Do you know why Ye Chen came to Bei Chu?"

Xue Wang looked at Shixue Yan Luo and Shi Hun Wang with great interest.

"Everyone knows that—why ask?"

"That's only part of it."

Xue Wang bared two rows of white teeth. "His true purpose is to find someone, someone incredibly important to him. For her, he's willing to risk his life."

"Find someone?"

Shixue Yan Luo and Shi Hun Wang exchanged glances, then both turned to Xue Wang. "Who's he looking for?"

"Heng Yue Zong, Chu Xuan."

...

"Fellow Daoist, have you seen this person?"

"I haven't, I haven't. Get lost, you idle wanderer."

In an ancient city, Ye Chen held a portrait of Chu Xuan, stopping passersby along the way.

This drew numerous scoldings.

Ever since emerging from Luo Shen Yuan, more than half a month had passed.

During this time, he hadn't slept a wink, visiting dozens of ancient cities and leaving no gathering place of cultivators unturned.

The world-shaking Heavenly Court Saint Lord, amid the bustling crowd, cut a somewhat desolate figure, with stubble on his lips and a face weary and aged.

At that moment, he was like a beggar, pleading with the heavens for mercy to help him find his Chu Xuan.

"Did you hear? He slaughtered his way out against hundreds of thousands of cultivators, even cutting down the dual venerables of Shixue Hall."

"That's nothing. Nearly a million cultivators in Bei Chu, and he still escaped."

"The Heavenly Court Saint Lord is incredibly formidable!"

On the streets, discussions about Ye Chen's exploits were everywhere, with cultivators who had witnessed the battle boasting loudly in taverns and teahouses.

However, he ignored it all.

Along his journey, he had heard too much praise, but no honor compared to a single piece of news about Chu Xuan.

Where on earth are you?

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, his expression forlorn, as he paused near the teleportation array, preparing to head to the next ancient city.

There were no Shixue Hall experts guarding the teleportation array anymore, as if they had withdrawn their forces after failing to find him—this was exactly what he hoped for. If the various forces of Bei Chu continued to hunt him, his search for Chu Xuan would become even more difficult.

Where to?

Seeing Ye Chen approach, the white-robed youth guarding the teleportation array glanced at him.

Yun Tian Gu Cheng!

Ye Chen replied flatly, handing over a storage bag before stepping into the teleportation array.

"Did you hear? The Heaven and Earth Double Fiends are causing trouble again."

As the white-robed youth etched the spatial coordinates, he said to the purple-robed youth beside him.

"How could I not have heard?"

The purple-robed youth sighed. "In just a few days, hundreds of female cultivators have gone missing. When they're found, they're nothing but dried-up corpses. It's horrific!"

"But the female cultivator they're chasing now is no ordinary person. She's from the Heavenly Court of Nan Chu and used to be a peak master of Heng Yue Zong. Even the high-level members of Shixue Hall have gotten involved."

"Why would Shixue Hall step in?"

The purple-robed youth looked stunned.

"You don't know?"

The white-robed youth teased. "According to reliable sources, that female cultivator is Ye Chen's master. If they catch her, how could Ye Chen not show up?"

"Really? I—"

The purple-robed youth's words cut off as his entire body trembled.

It wasn't just him—the white-robed youth was also shaking uncontrollably, as a bone-chilling killing intent enveloped them. In an instant, it felt as if they had been dragged into an infernal hell.

"Where are they?"

Ye Chen stepped out of the teleportation array, his icy eyes fixed on the white-robed youth.

"Wh-who..."

The white-robed youth stared at Ye Chen in terror, his voice trembling.

"The Heaven and Earth Double Fiends and that female cultivator."

Ye Chen advanced another step.

"Pan Long Sea Domain."

"Saint Lord."

As the purple-robed youth spoke, a transmission voice entered his ear. Liu Neng arrived in a hurry, panting heavily, as if he had rushed over through the dust.

"I have news about your master—Pan Long Sea Domain, but—"

Liu Neng spoke urgently, but before he could finish, Ye Chen had already vanished from the teleportation array.

"Shixue Hall, Heaven and Earth Double Fiends—if anything happens to her, I'll exterminate your entire clans."

In the spatial passage, Ye Chen shot like a magnificent divine light, moving at incredible speed. What should have taken a quarter of an hour, he covered in just one minute.

After exiting the teleportation array, he headed straight for the next one.

As he expected, word of the Heaven and Earth Double Fiends had spread, and the guards at the teleportation array were discussing it.

But at that moment, he had no time to care. He stepped forcefully into the teleportation array and etched the spatial coordinates himself.