The matter in the Tianyan Realm had concluded.
Looking back at Ye Xingchen’s journey, he hadn’t brought back any martial dao resources for the sect—it was somewhat regrettable.
Actually it didn’t matter, because a plane whose level was inferior to the Upper Realm would naturally find it difficult to match Dao Stones and Immortal Stones in terms of resources.
Moreover, they’d obtained plenty of first-grade Fire Stones from the Crimson Prison Realm, enough to maintain fuel for a long time.
Of course.
It wasn’t without gains.
At least Ye Xingchen had advanced to peak Truth-Seeking Realm, greatly increasing the sect’s hardcore strength.
There was also the fact that dominating the Tianyan Realm increased completion from 1% to 2%—only an estimated 98% away from 100%!!
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao took a sip of tea, his face full of wrinkles from worry.
The main quest he’d drawn had no time limit, but dominating one plane gave 1%—that meant dominating at least 98 more!
“Not bad.”
The System said, “At least it doesn’t require Host to lead disciples to directly conquer.”
Helping Yu Feiya revive the imperial household’s prestige dominated the Crimson Prison Realm; resolving representative top-tier experts dominated the Tianyan Realm. From these two points, the completion conditions were relatively easy.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head. “The road ahead is long and arduous.”
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang entered the pilot cabin. “Junior Brother Ye has locked himself in his room—it’s been three days and he hasn’t come out.”
Jun Changxiao said, “He needs time to calm down.”
…
Ship cabin.
Ye Xingchen stood before the window, looking toward the endless universe outside, his gaze sometimes showing pain, sometimes confusion, sometimes conflict.
Xie Lingyao hadn’t pestered him, so supposedly all should be well, but these past few days, his state of mind grew increasingly chaotic. Even when sleeping, he kept dreaming back to that moment of searching for treasure, dreaming of consuming the Primordial Origin Force Liquid, then dreaming of…
“I shouldn’t have let that woman live!”
Ye Xingchen attributed his agitation to his own soft-heartedness.
But in fact, after the incident occurred and before the Sect Master appeared, he could have easily killed Xie Lingyao, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Whose fault was it?
Definitely Dog Leftovers’.
First, he was Ye Xingchen’s Sect Master; second, he’d always treated the sect as home and himself as the parent.
Now that the child had made a mistake, the adult must bear responsibility.
Please remember, this wasn’t taking the blame.
Actually Jun Changxiao had also provided compensation. When sending Xie Lingyao back to the Tianyan Realm, the spatial ring he gave contained a million Dao Stones, a million Immortal Stones, and various pills.
These martial dao resources weren’t much for a sect, but for an individual, they were absolutely tremendous wealth.
If Xie Lingyao’s talent was decent, with these resources as support, her realm would inevitably advance by leaps and bounds. With good fortune, advancing to half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm wasn’t impossible.
The mistake Ye Xingchen committed.
As Sect Master, Jun Changxiao paid for it.
Wasn’t this handled beautifully? Who could find any fault?
A certain reader surnamed Duo: “I can.”
“Knock knock!”
A knocking sound came. Xiao Zuiji stood outside the door. “Junior Brother Ye, want to train together in the Life and Death Secret Realm?”
“Hah!”
Ye Xingchen took a deep breath, then pushed open the door and walked out.
Though very agitated, he still had to cultivate what needed cultivating—he couldn’t neglect everything because of this matter.
Martial dao.
In Night Emperor’s heart, it remained irreplaceable.
As for the projection showing him marrying and having children with that woman—all complete nonsense!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Immersed in the Life and Death Secret Realm, Ye Xingchen vented madly on the manifested demon beasts, becoming increasingly frenzied, increasingly violent as he fought.
Half an hour later, he stood in place drenched in sweat.
Xiao Zuiji handed over a towel. “Junior Brother Ye, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Ye Xingchen took the towel and draped it over his head. “Do all the fellow disciples know about my situation?”
“Yes.”
Xiao Zuiji said, “They all know.”
“Crack!”
Ye Xingchen clenched his fist, raging, “Who spread it!”
…
Cafeteria.
Before mealtime, disciples had rushed over early, surrounding Su Xiaomo and asking about Senior Brother Ye.
“Don’t rush, don’t rush.”
Su Xiaomo said, “Ask one at a time, I’ll answer one at a time!”
“Senior Brother!”
Li Shangtian squeezed through the crowd, raising his hand. “Did that girl and Senior Brother Ye have relations!”
“Good question!”
Su Xiaomo placed one foot on the chair. “According to what I know, Senior Brother Ye…”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Just as he opened his mouth, the disciples surrounding him flew up one after another, unlocking various poses as they crashed into the walls, then saw Ye Xingchen wreathed in furious flames walking over.
“Gulp!”
Li Shangtian swallowed, raised his hand to punch his own face, his body gracefully flying out before collapsing on the ground pretending to be unconscious.
“…”
Su Xiaomo steadied his mind, grinning. “Junior Brother, how did you come out?”
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen grabbed his collar with one hand, forcibly dragging him into the battle room.
Interstellar travel was long, so Jun Changxiao had specially opened a sparring ship cabin on the warship where disciples could spar when idle.
Today.
It came in handy.
“Boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom boom boom!”
Outside the battle room, Li Shangtian and others listened with ears pressed to the wall, when suddenly they discovered the wall bulging with a head-shaped protrusion. Startled, they all retreated explosively, then saw various human-shaped indentations successively appearing on the wall—the scene was spectacular!
“Creak!”
Shortly after, the cabin door opened and Ye Xingchen walked out with a dark expression.
After he left, everyone hurriedly looked inside the room to see Senior Brother Su lying in a swastika shape on the ground, the large bumps on his head piled into a connected gourd shape, his eyes completely squinted into lines.
This was Big Mouth’s fate, simultaneously teaching other disciples a vivid lesson. So matters concerning Night Emperor and Xie Lingyao stopped being discussed that very day.
…
The eleven warships flew smoothly through the universe. For half a month straight, they discovered no new planes.
Sitting in the pilot cabin, Jun Changxiao was quite puzzled. “Could it be this region only has a few scattered planes?”
“Beep! Beep!”
Suddenly, the star map stirred.
Jun Changxiao hurriedly looked over to see areas resembling war fog on the map gradually being explored as the warship flew, revealing a fingernail-sized light spot.
“Sect Master!”
Shangguan Xinyao said, “New plane discovered!”
Jun Changxiao’s face lit up with joy. “Finally encountered another one.”
However, as they approached, he and his disciples gradually opened their mouths wide, because the plane appearing in their field of vision was extremely large—at least ten times larger than the Upper Realm!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
While the eleven warships were still in deceleration mode, dozens of streaming lights flew out from within, imposingly suspended horizontally in the universe.
Leading them was an elderly man wearing Daoist robes who coldly shouted, “Who goes there!”
“Holy crap!”
Jun Changxiao was shocked!
Without relying on treasured artifacts, flying out from a plane was only possible for half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm cultivators—meaning all dozens who appeared had cultivation no lower than his own!
The System said, “Dominating this plane might give 10%!”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes brightened, then he gracefully rose from his seat. “I come from the Eastern Great Tang, journeying west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures.”
“Scram.”
“Understood, farewell.”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
The eleven warships smoothly turned around and quickly disappeared into the endless starry sky.
I came, I left again.
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