Everyone thought Jun Changxiao was straightforward, but in fact, Ye Xingchen was even more direct. He mainly devoted his thoughts to cultivation and hadn’t had opportunities to display it, letting Gousheng steal all the spotlight.

Today, sent to a strange plane and witnessing thousands of martial artists besieging an injured woman, he actually just walked away as if he hadn’t seen anything.

Gousheng would at least care about principles, but Ye Xingchen absolutely wouldn’t.

He’d even been harmed by Empress Lingyao in his previous life, so he still had serious prejudice against women.

Thinking carefully, although this guy had acknowledged the Eternal Sect and considered himself one of them, he had almost no interactive scenes with female fellow disciples like Lu Qianqian and Liu Wanshi—most were with male disciples like Xiao Zueji and Li Qingyang, or… the Spirit Beast Hall.

Ye Xingchen wanted to leave but couldn’t. The surrounding martial artists immediately tightened the encirclement, their cultivation bursting forth, glaring furiously.

“Boy!”

A martial artist said coldly: “Dare to help the demoness, and you’ll die without a burial place!”

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

Dozens of martial artists at the front charged forward, various energies erupting, creating a truly magnificent spectacle.

“Trash.”

Disdain appeared on Ye Xingchen’s face.

He didn’t want to play hero, nor did he want to be bitten by mosquitoes, so what he could do was…

“Boom!”

Violent power suddenly exploded, howling winds sending corpses and blood flying wildly—the scene was so cruel it had to be forcibly mosaicked.

“Thud!”

The last attacking martial artist fell to the ground, losing his life.

His eyes showed terror, clearly never imagining until death that this seemingly ordinary man was so powerful!

Ye Xingchen stood proudly in place, elegant black hair dancing in the wind, cold face flashing with killing intent—his entire being like a demon emerged from hell.

This was serious style, this was protagonist bearing!

Gousheng.

Learn from this!

The dozens who rushed forward were instantly eliminated, leaving the remaining martial artists wide-eyed with shock.

The demoness’s reinforcement was no simple matter!

“Scram.”

Ye Xingchen said coldly.

Just one word contained extreme pressure, frightening the present martial artists enough to flee at reincarnation speed.

They were quite fortunate.

After joining the Eternal Sect, Ye Xingchen had actually changed quite a bit. If he still had his previous life’s impersonal character, anyone who provoked him would definitely be killed.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Spatial rings flew out from the corpses one by one, gently falling into Night Emperor’s hand. He was too lazy to explore what was inside and turned to leave.

“Thank you for saving me, Your Excellency.”

The injured woman struggled to stand up, her face extremely pale, clearly heavily wounded.

Ye Xingchen said indifferently: “I just didn’t want to be pestered by flies, not to save you. Don’t be self-absorbed.”

Compared to this guy, Gousheng became a warm-hearted man.

The injured woman said nothing more, dragging her wounded body toward the forest depths, but after only a few steps, she could no longer support herself and collapsed unconscious.

This area had many dead martial artists, blood seeping into the forest, gradually luring beasts that confirmed there was no danger before emerging one after another.

Food!

All food!

Several wolf-like beasts approached first, stopping before the unconscious woman, eyes flashing red light, drool nearly flowing.

Martial artists loved killing beasts for their cores.

Beasts likewise loved killing martial artists, as their flesh and blood were nurtured by attributes, helping improve strength when consumed.

“Roar!”

After brief hesitation, several wolf beasts opened their bloody maws and pounced.

“Boom—”

Suddenly, violent air currents formed, raising rolling dust.

“Step.”

Ye Xingchen, who had already left, appeared before the injured woman, releasing True Spirit power and lifting her without any gentleness, then disappeared into the dust-filled air—coming and going in a rush.

…

That night.

The bright moon hung high, stars filling the sky.

Ye Xingchen sat outside the cave circulating the Great Thousand Shadow Division Formula.

When there were no scenes of him, he was usually either cultivating or on the way to cultivate.

“Exhale!”

After half an hour, Ye Xingchen expelled a breath of turbid air, thinking: “Why did I save a stranger?”

During the day he could have left gracefully, but somehow returned later, rescuing the injured woman from the wolves’ jaws and even giving her many healing pills.

Night Emperor.

Had become indecisive.

“Your Excellency saved my life again.”

The purple-robed woman emerged from the cave. Having taken pills, her face had regained color and her injuries were well-controlled.

By moonlight, she appeared about twenty years old with refined features—quite a beauty.

“So.”

Ye Xingchen said indifferently: “What benefit will you give me?”

His hesitant attitude toward women definitely wasn’t transmitted from Jun Changxiao, but doing everything for compensation was absolutely related to Gousheng—no one could wash that away.

“What benefit do you want?” the purple-robed woman asked.

Night Emperor was constantly surrounded by proud and aloof special effects, yet she could respond calmly—clearly not an ordinary person.

“Money.”

“Resources.”

“Both.”

Ye Xingchen wasn’t polite at all.

The purple-robed woman said: “I was pursued because I obtained a long-sealed treasure map. If we can successfully find it, there should be what you need inside.”

“Meaning you have nothing now?”

“Nothing.”

“Exhale!”

Ye Xingchen raised his hand, True Spirit power bursting forth, directly grasping the purple-robed woman’s neck.

“You want to kill me?”

“Without any value, living has no meaning.”

“This treasure map was left by a powerful expert considered legendary from a hundred thousand years ago, containing various martial arts and resources. If you and I can find it, that would be maximum value.” The purple-robed woman calmly produced an ancient parchment scroll.

“If I kill you.”

Ye Xingchen said indifferently: “I can still find it myself.”

Regarding treasure hunting, he had experience—after all, he’d once visited the Taixuan Cave Dwelling and performed the uncivilized act of “Night Emperor was here.”

The purple-robed woman said: “Without my assistance, you can’t find the treasure.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Ye Xingchen released the woman.

He had already glimpsed the parchment scroll, which clearly had historical significance—perhaps it truly held great treasure.

Volunteering to come to this plane, if he could find abundant martial arts resources, he could report back to the Sect Master upon return.

“What is Your Excellency’s esteemed name?”

“…”

Ye Xingchen felt depressed.

He’d already acted extremely vicious, yet this woman remained calm throughout.

Seeing his silence, the purple-robed woman tactfully didn’t pursue the question, introducing herself: “My name is Xie Lingyao.”

“You.”

Ye Xingchen suddenly turned his head, voice hoarse: “What’s your name?”

Killing intent instantly surged within him.

Although he’d already killed Empress Lingyao on the spot, even burning her to ashes, hearing the name “Lingyao” still greatly stimulated his nerves.

“Xie Lingyao.”

“Clang—”

A three-foot sword unsheathed, pressing against the woman’s neck.

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