Category: On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives

Chapter 147: They Deserved to Die

As the Divine Son’s figure dissipated, Chen Yin frowned slightly.

…That wasn’t even his true body?

He was that cautious? Chen Yin had hoped to eliminate this annoying pest once and for all.

But according to Ye Huang, Shen Li’s numbers were small. Even if the Divine Son was just an avatar, these Divine Messengers were real.

“This should be enough to cripple them for a while.” A satisfied smile appeared on Chen Yin’s face.

The Divine Messengers exchanged glances and huddled together.

“Hmph, Chen Yin! Don’t get cocky!”

One of them shouted, “You dare barge in here alone and challenge us? You underestimate Shen Li!”

“Since you’re courting death, don’t blame us for being ruthless!”

He silently activated his System and charged towards Chen Yin, his body enveloped in a sinister black aura.

He was confident. Even if this Chen Yin was Yu Ling’s disciple, he wasn’t a Chosen One.

And anyone who wasn’t a Chosen One would be severely injured, if not killed, by his System’s sudden attack.

But as the faint, invisible ripples of his System’s power spread outwards, a finger lightly touched his forehead.

Instantly, countless tiny, sharp sword energies surged through his body, shattering his meridians. He screamed in agony, as if his very soul was being torn apart.

“Aaaaagh!!!”

In the blink of an eye, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his body convulsing in pain.

The other three Divine Messengers froze in terror.

Chen Yin looked at him impassively, his heart devoid of pity.

“What’s your name?”

“Ugh…” The man couldn’t speak, his body wracked with pain.

Chen Yin kicked off his mask, revealing a thin, gaunt face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“Impossible… why doesn’t the System affect you…?”

“Want to know?” Chen Yin suddenly squatted down, a mischievous grin on his face. “If you answer my questions, I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me, where is your Divine Son’s true body?”

The man still didn’t speak, his eyes bulging from the pain.

Tsk. Chen Yin frowned. These guys were tougher than he had expected.

The other three Divine Messengers, terrified, turned to flee.

But the Eternal Light sword flashed, and before they could even take a step, they felt their lower bodies disappear.

“Not so fast.”

Chen Yin’s gaze was cold and calm. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk.”

“I have plenty of time.”

…He didn’t enjoy torturing people for information.

But while waiting in the shadows at the Kunpeng Sect, he had seen the small, emaciated girl Qingying was carrying.

She was only eight or nine years old, an age of innocence and playfulness.

But she was nothing more than skin and bones, her eyes dull and lifeless.

He felt that these people deserved to die ten times over.

He walked over to the three men, their lower bodies still gushing blood, and tossed them aside like ragdolls.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take my time with you.” Chen Yin said softly.

He removed their masks one by one. There was an old man, a young woman, a fat man, and a thin man.

But he didn’t care. He looked at them with the same cold indifference, as if they were nothing more than dead dogs.

“You… you’ll… regret this…”

The fat man, his eyes filled with hatred, spat out through a mouthful of blood.

“You have no idea how powerful Shen Li is!”

“You’ll die a horrible death!”

“Thank you for your kind wishes.” Chen Yin’s gaze was cold and distant. “I don’t know what will happen when I die…”

“…But you definitely won’t be around to see it.” He lowered his eyes slowly.

The fat man’s eyes bulged in terror, his voice caught in his throat.

Chen Yin frowned slightly.

He felt an invisible force crush their hearts.

It wasn’t an external force, but something emanating from within them.

…The System? He tried to investigate, but they were already dead.

Did the System have a self-destruct function?

A surge of energy emanated from the scroll in his chest, and four small orbs flew into it.

Chen Yin entered the scroll’s space. Four more pebble-like fragments had appeared beneath the statue.

Like the one he had obtained from Yao Zhuang, these fragments weren’t complete Systems, but rather inferior, simplified versions. Their plot records only contained the words “Serve the Divine Son.”

He couldn’t find any other useful information, so he withdrew his consciousness from the scroll’s space and looked at the four bodies on the ground, shaking his head regretfully.

What a waste.

These people were incredibly cautious, choosing death over revealing any information.

He hadn’t been able to get what he wanted from them.

But four Chosen Ones…

Including Yao Zhuang, he had already killed five members of Shen Li.

Chosen Ones weren’t common, so Shen Li’s numbers couldn’t be that large.

Five deaths would definitely hurt the Divine Son.

“This must be what he meant by ‘a minor setback’.” Chen Yin chuckled softly.

But his smile hid a chilling coldness.

…This isn’t over.

Next time, let’s see if you’re still so lucky.

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In a small town in Kunlun Province…

Nan Xiaoxiang sat in an inn room, her slender fingers resting on Ye Ling’er’s wrist.

“…It’s no use.”

After a long while, she shook her head slowly. “Her body is weak, but there are no other abnormalities. Her heart and lungs are just incredibly frail.”

“But I can’t find the cause of her addiction or those intense hallucinations.”

“It seems this Life Returning Herb poison has directly affected her mind and spirit. Mortal medicine is ineffective. Fortunately, Young Master Chen’s pills can clear her mind and suppress the symptoms for a while.”

Ye Huang breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still filled with worry.

Luo Luo and Qingying stood beside them, unsure how to comfort him. They remained silent.

The door opened, and Chen Yin entered. “How is she?”

“Her life is not in danger, but the poison is difficult to cure.”

Nan Xiaoxiang turned to him and shook her head. “This child has been ravaged by the poison. Her body is like that of a dying person. We can only focus on stabilizing her condition for now.”

“Thank you for your efforts.” Chen Yin looked at the girl on the bed, his heart aching with a silent sympathy.

Although her eyes were sunken, and her face was gaunt, he could still see the traces of a once lively and adorable little girl.

Now, she was on the verge of death, her body ravaged by poison.

Ye Huang asked softly, “How did it go?”

“I didn’t catch the Divine Son. I just destroyed one of their bases and killed four of his messengers.”

Chen Yin said with a hint of regret, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already done so much for me, Brother Chen. I don’t dare ask for more.”

Ye Huang said seriously, “You saved Ling’er’s life. From now on, my life is yours.”

“What good is your life to me?”

Chen Yin shrugged helplessly. “I just did what I thought was right. There’s no need to talk about repayment. Besides, your daughter isn’t fully recovered yet.”

“I wonder if there’s a way to cure her…”

He fell into deep thought.

Nan Xiaoxiang glanced at him discreetly, a thoughtful expression on her face, then suddenly spoke:

“Young Master Chen, I might have a solution, but I’m not sure if it will work.”

Chen Yin looked up at her, his eyes brightening with hope.

“As a physician, I’ve heard of the Wu Xuan Cave in the Southern Region. They’re renowned for their mastery of medicine and Gu techniques, especially their knowledge of poisons.”

“Since we have no other options, why not try the Wu Xuan Cave?”

Chen Yin looked at her, surprised.

Nan Xiaoxiang’s expression remained calm as she mentioned the Wu Xuan Cave, but he still saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes.

…He had suspected she had some connection to the Wu Xuan Cave.

But Chen Yin didn’t pry. It was her personal matter. Saving Ye Ling’er was more important.

And her suggestion made sense.

The Wu Xuan Cave, located deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southern Region, was a reclusive yet feared sect known for their expertise in Gu techniques and poisons.

Perhaps they could cure Ye Ling’er.

Ye Huang’s eyes lit up with hope. “Thank you for your guidance, Miss Nan. I’ll go to the Wu Xuan Cave immediately.”

“Bring Ling’er to my clinic. I’ll take care of her.”

Chen Yin nodded at Nan Xiaoxiang. “Thank you for your help.”

“Just repaying a favor.”

Nan Xiaoxiang lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze.

“What about Shen Li?” Qingying frowned. “They won’t let you off the hook after you crippled them like this.”

“I’m hoping they come after me.”

Chen Yin shrugged. “I’m more worried they’ll become cowards and hide in the shadows.”

Hidden enemies were the most dangerous. He preferred a direct confrontation.

But he had other plans regarding Shen Li.

“Qingying, Luo Luo, I’m entrusting you with escorting Miss Nan and Ling’er to Yanxia Province.”

Qingying’s face fell, and Luo Luo blinked, her voice soft. “What about you, Young Master?”

“I’m returning to Mount Yu.” He said quietly.

…He had some questions for his Master about Shen Li.

Luo Luo’s eyes dimmed slightly.

“Be a good girl, Luo Luo.”

Chen Yin pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her ears and cheeks affectionately. Luo Luo closed her eyes contentedly.

“I won’t be gone long. I’ll come back and bring you more delicious treats.” He said softly.

“Okay!” Luo Luo looked up at him with a bright smile.

“Luo Luo will be good. Don’t worry, Young Master.”

After reassuring Luo Luo, he turned to Qingying and whispered, “Contact me if anything happens.”

“So you finally remember me?”

Qingying snorted and turned her head away.

Chen Yin coughed lightly and softened his voice. “I trust you the most.”

It was true. As a former member of the secret division, Qingying was the most reliable person he knew.

Qingying couldn’t help but glance at him, a smug look in her eyes.

Then she quickly turned away, not wanting him to notice.

Chapter 146: An Eye for an Eye

In the dimly lit secret chamber, a cauldron sat in the center.

Beside the cauldron was an iron cage.

A small, emaciated girl, about eight or nine years old, huddled inside.

She wore only a thin, tattered rag, her hair dry and brittle, her cheeks gaunt, her lips pale, her eyes dull and lifeless. Her arms and legs were so thin they looked like they might break.

Her wrists were covered in scars, some fresh, some old.

The door creaked open, and several Kunpeng Sect disciples rushed in, frantically gathering the items in the room.

“Hurry! Get rid of everything! Leave no trace!”

The little girl remained motionless, her head resting against the bars of the cage, her eyes vacant.

The disciples quickly destroyed the cauldron and the various bottles and jars, then opened the cage door. A large hand roughly grabbed the girl’s thin arm.

“Get out!”

The grip was so tight that it seemed like her arm might snap.

The little girl, lifeless as a doll, was dragged out of the cage.

Suddenly, panicked shouts came from behind them. “Who’s there?! You…”

Then, muffled groans and the sickening sound of bones breaking.

The little girl didn’t react, as if she hadn’t heard anything. She simply collapsed to the ground.

A soft, pitying voice spoke beside her. “Poor child…”

Luo Luo looked at the emaciated girl, her eyes welling up with tears.

Nan Xiaoxiang immediately checked her pulse, her brow furrowing deeply. “Is she… even alive? What kind of poison could do this to a person?”

“We need to hurry,” Qingying said coldly from the doorway. “They’ll be here soon.”

Nan Xiaoxiang nodded and quickly administered acupuncture and some medicinal pills.

Meanwhile, Qingying swiftly examined the remaining items in the room, her expression turning icy cold.

“These bastards… they’re using her blood to refine pills?”

“That’s horrible…” Luo Luo covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with horror.

Nan Xiaoxiang also frowned as she read through the documents. “Pills made from her blood can cause addiction and make cultivators susceptible to manipulation… Is it because her blood contains a high concentration of the Life Returning Herb?”

“We’ll discuss this later. We need to get her to safety.”

Qingying lifted the little girl onto her back, and they headed towards the exit.

But as they reached the door, Qingying’s eyes narrowed.

“…Too late.”

The doorway was blocked by several Kunpeng Sect disciples, their swords drawn, their eyes hostile. Two or three Supreme Clarity Realm elders led the group.

They were completely surrounded.

“What do we do?” Nan Xiaoxiang whispered anxiously.

Qingying shook her head calmly. “Don’t panic. This is within his expectations.”

“You vile demon! Release my disciple’s daughter immediately!”

A powerful voice boomed from the distance. Wang Kurong and Ye Huang were rushing towards them.

Ye Huang reached Qingying’s side. “Ling’er!”

“Don’t worry, we’ve already given her some medicine.”

Nan Xiaoxiang said softly, “But they’ve been using her blood to refine pills. Her body is extremely weak. She’ll need further treatment.”

Using her blood to refine pills? Ye Huang turned to Wang Kurong, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Master! Explain yourself!”

“What? How could this be?”

Wang Kurong feigned outrage. “Young lady, you can’t just make baseless accusations and sow discord within our sect!”

“The evidence is right behind us. See for yourself.”

Qingying said coldly, clearly unimpressed by his denial.

Seeing the murderous glint in Ye Huang’s eyes, Wang Kurong narrowed his eyes, then quickly said, “How dare they do such a thing! This is a disgrace!”

“Law Enforcement Elder! Execute all those involved!”

The Law Enforcement Elder behind him acknowledged the order and led a group of disciples into the secret passage.

Wang Kurong continued his righteous act. “Don’t worry, my disciple! I will personally cleanse the sect of this evil and bring you justice!”

Ye Huang’s anger hadn’t subsided, but Qingying simply scoffed.

…Just as he predicted. This Sect Master was a liar.

Nan Xiaoxiang whispered, “Your daughter’s condition is critical. Her safety is our priority.”

Ye Huang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and glared at Wang Kurong, his eyes bloodshot. “I expect a full explanation, Master.”

With that, he left with his daughter, followed by Chen Yin, Qingying, and Nan Xiaoxiang.

Wang Kurong watched them leave, his eyes narrowed, then a hesitant voice spoke beside him:

“Sect Master, should we—”

“Not yet. There will be other opportunities.”

“Why not just kill Ye Huang?” The disciple asked, puzzled. “Can’t we just take his daughter?”

“Fool! He’s the most talented disciple our Kunpeng Sect has seen in years! Who will lead the sect after I’m gone?”

Wang Kurong said angrily, “He must never learn the truth. We have to keep him on our side.”

“B-but Uncle Ye Huang hasn’t been interested in cultivation for years. He just wants to live a peaceful life with his wife and daughter…”

“That was before! Now that his wife is dead, and his daughter is dying, he’ll soon realize the difference between immortals and mortals.”

“When he returns, heartbroken and disillusioned, and devotes himself to cultivation, we’ll use the pills refined from his daughter’s blood to secretly expand our power.” Wang Kurong stroked his beard. “With both overt and covert operations, within a decade or two, the Kunpeng Sect will be able to rival even the most powerful sects.”

“Brilliant, Sect Master!” The disciple bowed respectfully.

“Go now. And make sure to clean up the mess. Leave no evidence for Ye Huang to find.”

The disciple bowed again and left. But after leaving the main hall, he circled around and, finding an opportunity when no one was looking, made his way down the mountain.

He entered an inconspicuous house and knelt respectfully before a figure inside. “Divine Messenger, Ye Huang has taken his daughter.”

Inside the house, a man in a black robe and mask nodded slowly. “I see.”

“Continue to stay by the Sect Master’s side and sow discord between him and Ye Huang.”

“Yes, Divine Messenger.”

After the disciple left, the Divine Messenger also left the house and headed north, traveling for an entire day and night, until he reached a small, unremarkable village nestled among the snowy mountains.

He entered a seemingly ordinary house, but inside, it opened into a grand and magnificent palace.

In the dimly lit hall, four men in black robes and masks sat around a table. At the head of the table sat the Divine Son, leisurely sipping tea.

“As you predicted, Ye Huang has betrayed us,” the Divine Messenger reported.

“I see.” The Divine Son’s expression remained calm and indifferent. “What about the Kunpeng Sect?”

“Although Ye Huang rescued his daughter, the rift between him and the sect has deepened. With a little more manipulation, they’ll be at each other’s throats. Ye Huang, alone and isolated, won’t survive for long.”

“Heh, we have the Kunpeng Sect’s Sect Master to thank for this. Such a fine example of human nature, willing to sacrifice even his own disciple’s daughter for the sake of power and ambition.”

The Divine Son chuckled softly. “Human nature is truly shallow and easy to manipulate.”

“Damn it!” Another masked figure cursed. “If it weren’t for that Yu Ling and the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion breathing down our necks, I would have personally dealt with that traitor Ye Huang!”

“Patience is a virtue.”

The Divine Son’s smile remained calm and serene. “It’s just the loss of a pawn. A minor setback.”

“We’ll deal with him later. Our priority now is—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

The other Divine Messengers looked at him curiously.

They watched as his expression shifted from calm amusement to a rigid stillness, and then to a cold indifference.

“…I underestimated you.” He suddenly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

As the Divine Messengers exchanged confused glances, a playful voice came from behind them:

“Well, I thought you might need a little… push.”

Chen Yin, his hands casually tucked into his sleeves, strolled out from the shadows, a mischievous grin on his face.

The Divine Messengers instantly tensed, their eyes filled with hostility.

“Surprised?” Chen Yin chuckled.

…He had suspected that the Kunpeng Sect was involved, but he knew they couldn’t have acted alone. Shen Li must have been behind it.

So, he had split their group into three. Ye Huang would confront the Kunpeng Sect directly, while Qingying, along with Luo Luo and Nan Xiaoxiang, would rescue his daughter.

And he would wait in the shadows, ready to uproot Shen Li.

“Hiding in the shadows, pulling strings, enjoying the show, huh?”

Although Chen Yin was smiling, his eyes were cold and filled with a chilling rage. “I hate flies.”

Always buzzing around, annoying you when you’re trying to rest or focus, then vanishing the moment you try to swat them.

Persistent and irritating.

“But you won’t be enjoying the show from the sidelines this time.”

Chen Yin walked towards them casually. “You can’t always avoid getting your hands dirty.”

With that, the Eternal Light sword blazed with a cold, brilliant light, its tip pointed at the Divine Son.

The Divine Son, usually calm and composed, finally fell silent.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous:

“…You’re good.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Chen Yin grinned.

“You should be grateful,” the Divine Son sighed, “that I’m always cautious. This is just an avatar.”

“If I were here in person, I would have eliminated you myself. A true threat.”

“Yu Ling’s disciple, I’ll remember you.”

The Divine Son looked at him intently, then his figure began to dissipate.

“If anything happens to my Divine Messengers today,”

“I will make you pay a thousandfold.”

Chapter 145: Chen Yin’s Plan

Northern Region, at the foot of Kunpeng Sect’s mountain.

“Ling’er!”

“Ling’er, Daddy found the medicine!”

Ye Huang burst through the door of a small wooden hut at the foot of a snowy mountain.

But his joyful expression slowly froze.

…The hut was empty.

“What’s going on… Ling’er! Ling’er, where are you?!”

Ye Huang frantically searched the surrounding huts, but his daughter was nowhere to be found.

“Stop looking,” Chen Yin’s voice finally called out.

Chen Yin was crouching beside a haystack, his fingers gently touching two bodies, their blood still warm.

“…Someone beat us to it.” He said slowly, his eyes flickering.

“How could this be…” Luo Luo covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with fear. Qingying frowned. “Was it Shen Li? How did they know we were coming?”

“…No.”

Nan Xiaoxiang leaned down and gently lifted the clothing covering the bodies, revealing the wounds. They were irregular, unlike those made by ordinary weapons.

“They look like sword wounds… but the shape of the blade is unusual.” She said softly.

Chen Yin suddenly remembered something and looked at the strange-looking sword in Ye Huang’s hand, its jagged blade unlike any he had seen before.

Ye Huang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Three acupoints pierced, but the heart meridians untouched… This is the Kunpeng Sect’s Kunluo Sword Technique.”

“Only a few of my close friends in the Kunpeng Sect knew where I had hidden my daughter.”

Chen Yin’s expression turned cold.

“It seems your sect isn’t as peaceful as you thought.” He said with a hint of sarcasm.

Ye Huang turned to leave, his eyes blazing with fury. “I’m going back to the Kunpeng Sect.”

“What do you think the chances are of you rescuing your daughter by barging in like that?”

Chen Yin’s calm voice stopped him in his tracks.

“The Kunpeng Sect is my sect. I have no quarrel with them. They wouldn’t harm my daughter.” Ye Huang said seriously.

Chen Yin countered, “Then why didn’t they inform you? Why did they kill the mortals who were protecting your daughter?”

Ye Huang didn’t know. He couldn’t answer.

“Wake up.” Chen Yin said slowly, “If your sect is no longer safe, then rushing back there will only alert them.”

“Your daughter might still be safe now, but your actions could put her in danger.”

Ye Huang’s expression flickered, then he suppressed his anxiety and asked in a low voice, “What should I do?”

Chen Yin looked at the bodies of the farming couple lying in the snow, lost in thought.

…If it was Shen Li, then they must have somehow learned of Ye Huang’s betrayal.

Perhaps it was because the black energy hadn’t killed him, alerting the Divine Son.

Of course, it was also possible that it wasn’t Shen Li, but someone within the Kunpeng Sect who had a grudge against Ye Huang.

If it was the former, it meant that Shen Li had infiltrated the Kunpeng Sect. If it was the latter, it was even more dangerous.

Because if it was an act of revenge, then Ling’er’s life was truly in danger.

…But one thing was certain.

Chen Yin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said,

“Here’s the plan.”

“We’ll split into three groups and infiltrate the Kunpeng Sect…”

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Northern Region, Kunlun Mountains, Fuyiao Peak.

Fuyiao Peak was the highest peak in the Kunlun Mountains, and also the highest point in the entire Northern Region.

Even though spiritual energy was scarce in the Northern Region, Fuyiao Peak was blessed with a rich and abundant source, comparable to any other immortal mountain.

But the climate was harsh and unforgiving, and the sect’s disciples were few, even the guards at the gate were scarce.

Amidst the wind and snow, a rugged-looking man with a scruffy beard, his sword in hand, slowly approached the mountain gate.

The guards, initially shocked, quickly bowed respectfully.

“Uncle Ye Huang!”

“I want to see the Sect Master.” Ye Huang glared at them coldly.

The disciples exchanged uneasy glances. “We’ll inform the Sect Master immediately—”

“No need. I’ll go find him myself.”

With that, Ye Huang strode past them and into the sect.

The disciples tried to stop him, but he turned and glared at them, his eyes blazing with fury, and they quickly backed down, their faces pale with fear.

Ye Huang walked straight towards the main hall and kicked open the door.

Inside, a slightly overweight man with white eyebrows and a cheerful smile greeted him.

“Haha, if it isn’t my good disciple, Ye Huang. So you finally decided to visit your old master?”

Ye Huang, who had been radiating a murderous aura, slightly softened his demeanor and bowed respectfully.

“Disciple Ye Huang, greetings, Master.”

This kind-looking, chubby man was the current Sect Master of the Kunpeng Sect, Wang Kurong.

“Come, come, it’s been a while. Let’s have some tea and catch up.”

Wang Kurong waved his hand, and a disciple immediately stepped forward to pour them tea.

Ye Huang didn’t refuse, but his voice was still cold.

“There’s no need for formalities, Master. I have some urgent matters to discuss.”

“Oh? Tell me.”

“My daughter, Ye Ling’er, was staying with a farming family at the foot of the mountain.”

Ye Huang’s voice turned sharp. “But when I went to see her today, she was gone. And the farmers were dead, killed by the Kunpeng Sect’s sword technique!”

“I demand an explanation!”

“What?!” Wang Kurong’s brow furrowed deeply. “How could this be?”

“Could it be that some disciple, jealous of your talent, acted on their own? But no one has left the mountain these past few days.”

Wang Kurong pondered for a moment, then summoned a disciple. “Go and inform Elder Zhangfa immediately. Have him investigate this matter thoroughly!”

“Yes, Sect Master!”

The disciple bowed and quickly left. Wang Kurong turned to Ye Huang, his face filled with righteous indignation. “Don’t worry, my disciple. I will bring you justice!”

Although Ye Huang was still wary, his master’s sincere words left him with no reason to doubt him.

Recalling Chen Yin’s words, he suppressed his anxiety and frustration and sat down to have tea with his master.

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Meanwhile, the disciple who had been sent to inform Elder Zhangfa didn’t go to the Elder’s Hall. Instead, he made his way to an inconspicuous disciple’s dormitory at the back of the mountain.

After checking that no one was around, he entered the room, walked to a cabinet, and pressed a hidden button, revealing a secret passage.

Two figures were already waiting there.

“Has Ye Huang arrived?”

“Yes.”

“Prepare for relocation immediately.”

With that, they both entered the passage.

But they didn’t notice the shadow that silently followed them as the door closed.

Chapter 144: Kids Shouldn’t Repeat Such Things

Deep within the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain, at a fork in the road…

Few people ventured this far, even treasure-seeking cultivators were scarce.

Those who did pass by would quickly retreat after sensing the powerful aura emanating from the area.

…It was rumored that a powerful Supreme Clarity Realm fox demon resided there, tearing apart anyone who dared to approach.

So, this area had become a forbidden zone for treasure hunters.

After an unknown amount of time, a large white fox with bright blue eyes slowly opened its eyes. A soft, girlish voice, strangely out of sync with its massive form, came from its mouth.

“Young Master… why haven’t you come back yet?”

“Luo Luo is hungry…” The girl’s voice was filled with a childish whine.

Suddenly, a gentle voice spoke beside her.

“Hungry? Then Young Master will make you something delicious, okay?”

The white fox’s eyes snapped open, and its massive form shimmered, slowly transforming into the ethereal image of a young girl.

“Young Master!” Luo Luo leaped into Chen Yin’s arms, nuzzling against him affectionately.

“Good girl. Did you wait long?” Chen Yin gently stroked her hair and ears.

“Luo Luo was so worried.”

She looked up at him timidly. “Are you alright, Young Master?”

“Not really. Big trouble.”

Chen Yin said dramatically, “There was a huge monster inside. I almost got eaten.”

“Heehee, you’re lying, Young Master.”

Luo Luo giggled. “You’re so powerful, no monster can eat you.”

“Then why are you still worried?” Chen Yin chuckled softly. “I’m not that easy to kill.”

“Speaking of which…”

Luo Luo paused and followed his gaze downwards.

Her face turned crimson.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

Chen Yin coughed awkwardly, pulled a dress from the System Shop, and said with a hint of reproach, “You silly girl. You didn’t even notice, did you?”

“If I hadn’t caught you in time, you would have been running around naked.”

“Mmm…”

Luo Luo’s ears drooped, and she hid her face in Chen Yin’s chest, the dress draped over her back, her eyes watery.

“It’s been so long since I transformed, I forgot…” She blinked, her voice soft and sweet, her lips pouting invitingly.

“Young Master, can you… pretend you didn’t see anything?”

Chen Yin thought about the image of her naked body, so soft and delicate, and coughed again.

“That’s… going to be a bit difficult…”

“Ah! Forget it, forget it! It’s so embarrassing!”

“Not a chance. I need some compensation for my silence.”

“What does Young Master want?” Luo Luo asked, although she already had a pretty good idea, her head lowered expectantly.

Chen Yin looked at her adorable and slightly flustered expression.

He leaned down and gently bit her lip.

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“Wow, so much has happened.”

As they walked towards the exit of the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain, Luo Luo listened to Chen Yin’s account of their experience within the formation, her eyes wide with surprise.

“That Uncle Ye Huang… he’s so pitiful.”

“It’s a matter of life and death.” Chen Yin said softly. “We’ll go to his home first and make sure his daughter is safe.”

“After that, I’ll settle the score with those bastards.”

His voice was calm, but Luo Luo, glancing at his face, noticed the coldness in his eyes.

She knew that when he had this expression, it meant he was truly angry.

She snuggled closer to him, rubbing her soft fur against his arm.

“Good luck, Young Master.”

Chen Yin glanced at her sideways. “Why are you being so well-behaved today?”

“Isn’t Luo Luo always well-behaved?”

“You’re especially well-behaved today.”

“Because Luo Luo is hungry.” She grinned, revealing her adorable fangs.

Chen Yin chuckled and pinched her cheek, then pulled a bag of chips from the System Shop and handed it to her.

Luo Luo tore open the bag and began munching happily.

“So delicious.”

“I’ll give you something even more delicious when we get back.” Chen Yin said casually.

Luo Luo tilted her head and asked in a sweet voice, “Is it a milk lollipop?”

Chen Yin almost stumbled. After a moment, he said sternly:

“Ahem… Kids shouldn’t repeat such things.”

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This time, their journey out of the secret realm was quick. Soon, they arrived at the entrance.

Not only were Qingying and Ye Huang waiting for them, but Nan Xiaoxiang was also there.

“You’re finally back.”

Qingying frowned. “This is a matter of life and death. His daughter is waiting.”

“Don’t worry.”

Chen Yin was about to leave when Nan Xiaoxiang spoke softly:

“Young Master Chen, since this is about saving someone’s life, may I accompany you?”

Chen Yin looked at her with surprise.

Nan Xiaoxiang’s gaze was calm and clear.

“His daughter’s poison has stumped countless physicians and healers. Are you sure you can handle it?”

“I can’t make any promises, but another physician might be helpful.”

Nan Xiaoxiang blinked, her eyes filled with sincerity.

But Chen Yin didn’t trust her one bit.

He looked at her suspiciously, then snorted. “Fine. Come with us.”

…She was being so helpful. She must have an ulterior motive.

He could guess what it was.

She had risked her life entering the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain, all for the chance to obtain the Heavenly Dao Fragment.

Having failed the trial of the Water Palace, she wouldn’t give up so easily.

She must have assumed that he had passed the trial and obtained the fragment.

And now, she was trying to get it from him.

Chen Yin didn’t bother exposing her.

He would let her tag along and do some free work for him.

Since he didn’t have the Heavenly Dao Fragment, she couldn’t accuse him of lying later.

But wait… Chen Yin suddenly remembered something.

Right.

He had passed the trial of the Water Palace.

Where was his reward? Did Fuyu swallow it?

He almost stormed back to confront her but decided against it. Saving Ye Huang’s daughter was more important.

…He would get his reward later.

“Ye Huang, where is your daughter now?”

“In Kunlun Province,” Ye Huang said softly. “I left her with a farming family at the foot of the Kunpeng Sect’s mountain.”

Chen Yin nodded. “Then there’s no time to waste. Let’s go.”

They left the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain.

But what Chen Yin didn’t know was that he had already received his reward.

Two faint glows followed them out of the secret realm…

…and silently attached themselves to the Eternal Light sword.

Chapter 143: Stay Away From Drugs

“…Later, I became their dog.”

Ye Huang’s voice was low and weary. “I learned that they called themselves ‘Shen Li,’ and that Divine Son was their leader.”

“Their main goal is to find Chosen Ones all over the world and invite them to join their organization.”

“They possess the power of the Heavenly Dao Fragment, a terrifying and mysterious power that transcends cultivation and spiritual energy.”

“And the candy they gave my wife and daughter… was made from something called the Life Returning Herb.”

Ye Huang’s body trembled as he mentioned the Life Returning Herb.

Qingying, having already learned about its effects from the System, also paled.

Chen Yin took a deep breath, his eyes as deep and still as a dark pool when he opened them.

“I see.” His voice was calm, but his words seemed to be forced through gritted teeth.

…Life Returning Herb. The characters for it literally meant “above life, below pot,” forming the character for “poppy.”

It was clearly a poisonous substance similar to opium.

To use such a thing on children… Chen Yin closed his eyes slowly.

He had to admit, a surge of murderous intent filled his heart.

“I took A-Xing and Ling’er to countless physicians and healers,”

Ye Huang continued, his voice trembling, his posture defeated and slumped, “But no one had ever seen or heard of this poison. No one knew how to cure it.”

“I knew it was something they obtained using the Heavenly Dao Fragment. It didn’t exist in this world.”

“It’s a potent drug. At first, it brings euphoria and excitement, but once you stop taking it, the withdrawal symptoms are agonizing, a living hell.”

His voice choked with emotion.

He would never forget…

…His once vibrant and loving wife, withered and emaciated, her hair falling out, her skin clinging to her bones, her eyes bloodshot as she pleaded with him, her voice raspy:

“Ye Huang… kill me…”

He would never forget finding his daughter, Ling’er, curled up in the darkest corner of their house.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her arms covered in fresh cuts and dried blood.

As a husband, as a father…

He was powerless. He could only watch as his wife hanged herself and his daughter withered away, like a broken doll.

His only reason for living was his daughter.

As long as Ling’er was alive, even if there was only a sliver of hope, he couldn’t give up.

Qingying, her eyes cold with fury, couldn’t contain her anger any longer.

“I thought the Mist Spirit Sect’s secret division was ruthless.”

“It seems I underestimated the depths of human depravity.”

Ye Huang knelt down again, his voice trembling. “My lord, please…”

“Please, save my daughter.”

“Her addiction is getting worse. The amount they give me is no longer enough.”

“Please, I beg you, give me more—”

“I can’t give you any more.”

Ye Huang stared at Chen Yin, who was looking at him with a cold, indifferent expression.

“It’s poison. Giving you more would only prolong her suffering.”

“If you truly want to save your daughter, stop relying on that drug.”

Ye Huang stammered, “B-but if I don’t use it…”

“There are other ways.”

Chen Yin said firmly, “Every poison has an antidote.”

“Qingying, ask your System.”

Before Qingying could speak, the System said, “I just checked the System Shop. There’s no direct antidote for the Life Returning Herb. But there are several pills that can alleviate or suppress its effects, enough to save the little girl’s life.”

“However…”

Qingying looked at Chen Yin with a troubled expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I don’t have enough points…” She lowered her head in shame, like a child who had done something wrong.

But Chen Yin didn’t scold her. He gently patted her head and said softly, “It’s alright. Tell me the names of the pills.”

As Qingying, guided by the System, listed the names of the pills, Chen Yin produced them from his pocket one by one.

“This!” Qingying and the System exclaimed in disbelief.

“How… how did you get these? But you’re not a—”

“I’ll explain later.” Chen Yin’s gaze was calm as he turned to Ye Huang.

“These will save your daughter’s life.”

Ye Huang’s eyes lit up with a desperate intensity as he stared at the pills in Chen Yin’s hand. He said, his voice trembling:

“What do you want in return? Anything, I’ll do anything, just save my daughter—”

“Tell me. What do you know about this ‘Shen Li’ organization?”

Ye Huang hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, “Not much. Because I’m not a Chosen One. I don’t have a Heavenly Dao Fragment.”

“I only know that their numbers are small, but all of their members are Chosen Ones.”

“Each Chosen One possesses a Heavenly Dao Fragment and unique System abilities, powers that transcend cultivation and spiritual energy.”

Each of them? Chen Yin glanced at Qingying.

“What?” Qingying pouted and glared back at him. “Of course I have one too. But why should I tell you? It’s my secret.”

“…You’re just embarrassed to tell him because your System ability is assassination, which is useless.” The System couldn’t help but comment.

“Shut up!” Qingying silently cursed.

Ye Huang continued, “They’re incredibly secretive and cautious, with dozens of hidden bases scattered throughout the continent. I’ve only been to one or two.”

“They seem to be searching for Chosen Ones everywhere, trying to recruit them into their organization.”

“The Divine Son offers generous rewards. Once you join, you’ll be provided for, and the organization will help you achieve your goals.”

“Like that Yao Zhuang I was protecting.” Ye Huang lowered his eyes. “He was a true scumbag. Despite being a Chosen One, all he cared about was defiling women.”

“So the organization arranged for him to become a minor official, allowing him to abuse his power and prey on mortal women. And they assigned me as his bodyguard.”

Qingying snorted coldly. “That scumbag deserves to die!”

“Wait a minute.” Chen Yin thought for a moment, then asked, puzzled, “The Divine Son should also be a Chosen One, right?”

“Why is he gathering Chosen Ones? To establish his own sect?”

Ye Huang hesitated, then said in a low voice, “This is just my speculation… but whenever the Divine Son finds a Chosen One, he takes them aside and does something… I heard Yao Zhuang mention that he can absorb the abilities of other Chosen Ones. And those who have their abilities absorbed can still retain their Heavenly Dao Fragment and basic System functions. So most of them, like Yao Zhuang, who don’t have any grand ambitions, agree to it.”

Chen Yin nodded in understanding.

…If that was the case, it explained the miniature Heavenly Dao Fragment he had obtained from Yao Zhuang.

It must have been a discarded remnant after the Divine Son had absorbed its power.

“That’s all I know.” Ye Huang shrugged.

Chen Yin pondered for a moment, then asked, “Do you know where the Divine Son was last seen?”

“…I’m not sure.”

He took a deep breath. “After the members of Shen Li discussed their plans against you at their base in Kunlun Province, they gave me that black energy and sent me after you.”

“From their tone, they seemed confident that it would kill you.”

Chen Yin chuckled coldly. “Well, thanks to them, that black energy did cause me quite a bit of trouble.”

Ye Huang lowered his head and, after a long silence, said with a bitter smile, “I apologize.”

“I had no choice but to pursue you. If you can save my daughter, I’m willing to die to atone for my sins.”

“Don’t bother.” Chen Yin waved his hand dismissively.

“Blaming the weapon instead of the wielder, huh? I’m not that naive.”

“But this Shen Li…” His eyes narrowed slightly.

Now, with Ye Huang’s information, the mysterious organization was finally coming into focus.

It was an organization of Chosen Ones.

And the Divine Son was collecting them for some unknown purpose.

If this was true, then this organization might be the most powerful and secretive force on the continent.

Chen Yin suddenly remembered something.

…When he had encountered Master after emerging from the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain, she had been severely injured, her recovery taking a long time.

He had wondered who could have injured a Grand Clarity Realm expert like Yu Ling so badly. And why she had refused to talk about it.

If his suspicions were correct…

“Then this Divine Son deserves to die a thousand deaths.” Chen Yin’s lips curled into a snarl.

“Let’s go.”

He stood up. “We’ll go to your home and find your daughter first. After she’s safe, I’ll settle the score with these bastards.”

“Fuyu, send Ye Huang out of the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain.”

“Aren’t you leaving as well, Young Master?” Fuyu asked.

Chen Yin smiled faintly.

“There’s a silly fox waiting for me at the entrance.”

“I understand.” She bowed gracefully, and a gentle stream of water enveloped Qingying and Ye Huang.

As Chen Yin stepped onto the teleportation formation, he paused.

“One more thing,”

“…Your master,” he said casually, “went through all that trouble to create Ephemeral Mountain and slaughter Chosen Ones…”

“Was it to prevent something like this from happening?”

Fuyu didn’t answer.

In the last second before the formation activated, Chen Yin saw her faint smile and heard her melodious voice.

“…You’re half right.”

Chapter 142: A Blood Feud

“Happy birthday!”

“Happy ninth birthday, Ling’er!”

Inside the small wooden hut, Ye Huang dramatically unveiled the table.

“Jade Spirit Cakes! Nutty Candy!”

Ye Ling’er, her hair styled in two buns, her face still carrying a hint of baby fat, gasped in delight at the sight of the treats.

“How about that?” Ye Huang grinned proudly. “I went all the way down the mountain to buy these for you.”

“Father is the best!” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his scruffy cheek.

Ye Huang beamed, his heart melting.

“Alright, you two, settle down.”

A gentle woman emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of noodles. She placed it on the table and glanced at Ye Huang with playful reproach.

“Ye Huang, really, she’s still losing her baby teeth. And you’re buying her candy.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

Ye Huang brushed off his wife’s scolding with a laugh.

The steaming hot longevity noodles, topped with a poached egg, made Ye Ling’er’s mouth water, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I want to eat this!”

“No!” A-Xing playfully smacked her hand. “Haven’t I told you the clan rules?”

Ye Ling’er pouted and began to recite slowly:

“When clouds rise over the mountains, all things are at peace; when the heavens are not in harmony with the seasons, there is still good fortune…”

It was a tradition of A-Xing’s clan. Before eating the longevity noodles on their birthday, they had to recite the ancestral prayer.

Ye Ling’er often struggled to remember the words, and every mistake meant starting over. Her face was soon etched with frustration.

“Mmm… Mother, I can’t remember.” She tugged at A-Xing’s hand, acting spoiled.

“No, it won’t work, even if you act cute.”

A-Xing put on a stern expression, maintaining her motherly authority.

Ye Ling’er turned to Ye Huang with pleading eyes.

He winked at her and, behind A-Xing’s back, subtly held up a small piece of cloth with the entire prayer written on it.

“Oh, I remember now! When the four seasons are like a mirror, the essence of things is without emotion; as I come before you, Great Ancestor, grant us peace—”

A-Xing caught them in the act.

The woman’s playful scolding and the father and daughter’s laughter filled the small wooden hut, their joy illuminating the night, before finally fading into silence.

Later that night, after finally coaxing his daughter to sleep, Ye Huang sat by her bedside, watching her peaceful slumber.

Ye Ling’er tossed and turned in her sleep, occasionally kicking off the blankets, her lips moving slightly.

He gently stroked her cheek and tucked her back in, then left the room.

A-Xing, dressed in a thin nightgown, was waiting for him by the door.

“Ye Huang, stop spoiling Ling’er so much.”

She pouted playfully, her eyes twinkling. “In a couple of days, she’ll be begging for more candy again.”

“Haha, it’s only once a year. It’s fine to indulge her a little.”

“You always favor Ling’er.”

Ye Huang chuckled and pulled her into his arms, his voice gentle. “I don’t play favorites.”

“I even brought you some rouge. It’s high-quality stuff from the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion.”

A-Xing’s eyes lit up, her gaze filled with love and affection, but she still complained playfully, “You’re always wasting money.”

“Haha, money is just a worldly possession. It’s better to enjoy it while we can.”

He held her close, his cheek resting on her forehead. “I’ll return to the sect at the end of the year. After I’ve handed over my duties as an elder, I can finally settle down here in peace.”

“Mmm.” A-Xing snuggled closer to him, her eyes soft.

Before they could enjoy their moment of intimacy, Ye Huang suddenly frowned and turned towards the distant mountains.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Someone’s coming.” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. But they’re cultivators, more than one, and their cultivation is quite high.”

“Are they coming for us?” A-Xing asked, her voice filled with concern.

Ye Huang shook his head. “Not necessarily. They might just be passing through.”

“Take care of Ling’er. I’ll go check it out.”

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Deep within the forest…

A group of figures dressed in black, their faces hidden behind yin-yang masks, walked silently among the trees.

Leading the group was a tall figure in a long, flowing black robe that dragged along the ground.

Their face was androgynous, their lips curved into a playful smile, a faint, unknown tune escaping their lips.

After a while, they raised a hand, and the figures behind them stopped in unison.

“May I ask what brings you to our remote town?”

Ye Huang stepped out from behind a tree, his sword in hand, his voice calm.

The figure in black whistled playfully, their smile widening.

“You’re Ye Huang?”

Ye Huang frowned slightly.

…It seemed they were here for him.

When had he made such enemies? He couldn’t recall.

The figure chuckled softly. “I’ve heard of a peerless prodigy from the Kunpeng Sect in the Northern Region, a man who reached the Supreme Clarity Realm at the age of thirty-six, his swordsmanship unmatched.”

“Today, I’ve come to witness the might of Sword Immortal Ye.”

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Ye Huang frowned. “Sword Immortal Ye no longer uses a sword.”

“Is that so?”

The figure didn’t say anything more, just looked him up and down with narrowed eyes.

Their gaze made Ye Huang uncomfortable.

It felt like they were peering into his very soul, uncovering all his secrets.

“Tsk. What a pity.”

The figure suddenly sighed regretfully. “…He’s not a Chosen One.”

A Chosen One? Ye Huang stared at them intently. “What are you talking about? If you have no business here, please leave!”

“Heh, what’s the rush?”

The figure walked behind him, their gaze fixed on the small, brightly lit town nestled in the valley. “This place is quite lovely. Quiet, peaceful, and picturesque.”

With a snap of their fan, they turned to him and said softly, “Let’s make this our new base.”

“…Kill everyone in town.”

Their voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Ye Huang’s eyes widened in shock, and he drew his sword, his Supreme Clarity Realm aura erupting outwards.

“You’re courting death!”

But his sword didn’t even leave its scabbard.

The figure simply said, “Fu Zhe.”

One of the masked figures behind them stepped forward and whispered something about a System. Ye Huang didn’t hear clearly.

He only knew that his sword, honed over years of tireless practice, suddenly felt light and powerless.

His strike didn’t even create a ripple in the air.

How—Ye Huang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn’t feel his spiritual energy.

His body felt like it had been sealed, his cultivation gone, as if he had been reduced to a mere mortal.

The next moment, two figures in black lunged forward and restrained him.

“Let me go! Who are you?!”

Ye Huang roared, struggling against their grip, but the figure before him just chuckled.

“Who are we?”

“You can call us ‘Shen Li’.”

“I am their leader, the Divine Son.”

He pressed his fan against Ye Huang’s chin, lifting his head. “You seem rather agitated. Is there someone you care about in that town?”

Ye Huang struggled desperately, but his sealed meridians rendered him powerless.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find them.”

The Divine Son pressed his fan against Ye Huang’s head, forcing him to look towards the town. “Look, isn’t it beautiful?”

Ye Huang’s eyes widened in horror.

The small town, once twinkling with lights, was now ablaze.

The flames spread rapidly, engulfing the entire town.

Ye Huang’s expression shifted from shock to despair, his voice hoarse with anguish.

“No… no…”

“Stop!!!”

He thrashed like a wild beast, his strength almost breaking free from his captors’ grip.

But the Divine Son simply said, “Don’t worry. Are you concerned about them?”

Ye Huang’s struggles ceased. He looked up and saw A-Xing and Ling’er being dragged towards them, his eyes bulging, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

“Ye Huang!”

“Father!”

“No! Let them go!”

“Please, I beg you! Let them go! I’ll do anything!” Ye Huang pleaded desperately.

Tsk. The Divine Son’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice turning cold.

“…How unsightly.”

He walked towards Ye Ling’er, squatted down, and looked at her with a gentle smile.

“Little girl, how old are you?”

Ye Ling’er looked at him timidly, then at her father.

“Haha, don’t worry. Your father and I are just playing a game.”

The Divine Son took out a round candy from his pocket.

“Here, have this.”

“It’s very delicious.” His smile was unsettling.

“No!” Ye Huang struggled desperately, but Ye Ling’er, after glancing at her father with a worried expression, hesitantly took the candy.

“If I eat this, will you stop hurting my father?” she asked, her eyes pleading.

“Of course. I promise.”

Ye Ling’er popped the candy into her mouth.

Ye Huang watched in horror as the color drained from his daughter’s face. A sickly sweet smile slowly appeared on her lips.

“Ah… Father…”

Her eyes glazed over, her voice trembling with a strange delight. “This candy… is so delicious…”

The Divine Son waved his hand, and the guards released Ye Huang, who scrambled towards his daughter, his voice shaking as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Ling’er… Ling’er, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.”

“You bastard! What did you give my daughter?!” He roared, turning to the Divine Son.

“Nothing,” the Divine Son chuckled softly. “Candy is the best gift for a little girl, isn’t it?”

“But you better be obedient.”

“Otherwise…” his eyes narrowed, his voice turning icy cold.

“Your daughter might suffer a fate worse than death.”

Chapter 141: A Tale of Kunlun

Ye Huang felt like he had been having a long dream.

A dream so vivid and real that he had almost forgotten he was dreaming.

The scent of his wife’s hair lingered on his fingertips.

The warmth of his daughter’s hand still radiated in his palm.

Everything felt so close, so real.

But when he opened his eyes, his smile froze.

It slowly morphed into shock, then disappointment, and finally, a deep despair.

He suddenly cried out, as if he had gone mad:

“No, it’s not real! That wasn’t an illusion! It wasn’t a dream!”

“A-Xing is waiting for me, and Ling’er too! Let me go back, let me go back!”

He tried to stand up frantically, but Chen Yin kicked him back down.

“Wake up.”

He stepped on Ye Huang’s shoulder, his voice cold. “Those people aren’t here. Stop dreaming.”

“Answer my questions, or you’ll be trapped here forever.”

Ye Huang stared at him blankly, his eyes bulging grotesquely.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

“You… you’re not dead?”

“Thanks to your blessing.” Chen Yin sneered.

“I don’t know what kind of weapon your Divine Son gave you to use against me.”

“But luckily, I survived. He wasted his efforts.”

“But I believe in returning the favor.” Chen Yin’s voice turned cold. “He gave me such a wonderful gift, it would be rude not to reciprocate.”

“Tell me. Where is this Divine Son?”

“I’m going to beat him to a pulp.” He cracked his knuckles menacingly.

Ye Huang didn’t answer. He just stared at the ground, his eyes dull and lifeless, as if he hadn’t fully emerged from the illusion.

After a long silence, he shook his head weakly.

“…It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Defying him will only lead to a fate worse than death.”

“Oh?” Chen Yin chuckled, amused. “I’d like to see who could possibly give me a fate worse than death.”

“There are only so many Grand Clarity Realm experts in the cultivation world. Which one is your Divine Son? Why won’t you tell me his name?”

Ye Huang looked at him silently, a hint of pity in his eyes.

“It’s not about strength… He possesses a power that transcends cultivation.”

“A power far more terrifying than anything you can imagine.”

Hearing his words, Qingying froze, her eyes widening in shock.

Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Are you talking about… the Heavenly Dao Fragment?”

Ye Huang’s eyes widened in surprise. He looked up abruptly. “You know about the Heavenly Dao Fragment? Are you a Chosen One too?”

“It seems your Divine Son only uses you as a tool and doesn’t tell you anything.”

Chen Yin shrugged. “I’m not a Chosen One. But I killed the Chosen One you were protecting.”

“Impossible!”

Ye Huang shook his head vehemently. “With the protection of the Heavenly Dao Fragment, a Chosen One can survive even the most deadly attacks. They’re almost impossible to kill. No matter how skilled your swordsmanship is, you couldn’t have—”

“Believe what you want.”

Chen Yin didn’t bother explaining. He said bluntly, “I’ll give you some time to think. Either tell me where the Divine Son is, or you’ll be trapped here forever.”

“I’m not very patient. You better hurry up.”

Ye Huang lowered his gaze, lost in thought.

Qingying stopped Chen Yin. “He has a point. The System does have life-saving measures, although the cost is high. It can at least guarantee the Chosen One’s survival once.”

Hearing this, Ye Huang looked up abruptly, his eyes fixed on Qingying.

“Y-you’re a Chosen One?”

“What’s it to you?” Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Ye Huang’s lips moved slightly, then he suddenly collapsed to the ground, kowtowing frantically.

“My lord! Please! If you’re a Chosen One, you must have something called the ‘Life Returning Herb’! I’m willing to give you my life, but please, give me some more of the Life Returning Herb, I beg you…”

He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, the sound echoing through the chamber. Soon, a pool of blood formed beneath his forehead.

But he didn’t stop, his desperation evident.

Qingying was startled by his frantic actions and instinctively took a step back, looking at Chen Yin for help.

Chen Yin watched him silently, until his forehead was a bloody mess, then finally said:

“Enough.”

“…Don’t hide anything. Tell us everything you know. We might consider helping you.”

Ye Huang’s body swayed slightly, his consciousness fading, but he still managed to look up. “Really?”

“I don’t like lying.”

Chen Yin looked at him seriously. “But I also don’t like being lied to.”

Ye Huang seemed to hesitate. His weathered face was filled with a silent struggle, then he finally nodded.

“Alright. I’ll tell you.”

“But think carefully. You’ll be facing the most terrifying group of people on this continent.”

“Once you know about them, there’s no turning back. You’ll never be able to escape them.”

“Even if I didn’t know, I doubt that Divine Son would let me live.” Chen Yin snorted disdainfully.

“I’ll face whatever comes my way. Let them come. I’ll see if they can handle me.”

Qingying also said to Chen Yin in a low voice, “I asked the System, and it did find something called the ‘Life Returning Herb’ in the shop.”

Chen Yin pondered for a moment, then turned to Fuyu. “Could you please send that young lady out of the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain?”

Fuyu nodded and waved her hand. Nan Xiaoxiang, who had just started to say “Wait—”, vanished in a flash of light.

After she was gone, Chen Yin sat down and said casually, “Alright.”

“Now, it’s story time, right?”

Ye Huang lowered his head silently. After a long pause, he finally spoke:

“If I have to start from the beginning… I guess I should start with the day I left my sect.”

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Kunlun, in the Northern Region, was a land of snow-capped mountains.

Compared to the other regions of the continent, Kunlun was sparsely populated, its climate harsh and unforgiving, with few suitable locations for cultivation. Both mortals and cultivators were scarce.

It was second only to Xianyun Province in terms of its barrenness.

But there was one sect in Kunlun, occupying the only place in the vast mountain range with a concentrated source of spiritual energy—Fuyiao Peak.

This sect was called the Kunpeng Sect.

Although the Kunpeng Sect didn’t have many disciples, their overall quality was exceptional. Most disciples who reached the age of thirty or forty would achieve the Entering Gate Realm or even the Boundless Realm.

Having avoided conflict for over a hundred years, the Kunpeng Sect had accumulated considerable strength, eventually becoming a major force in the cultivation world.

And their most famous member was a prodigy who had emerged over a decade ago.

His name was Ye Huang.

At the age of thirty-six, he had reached the Supreme Clarity Realm, gaining renown throughout the cultivation world and hailed as a future Grand Clarity Realm expert.

His talent in swordsmanship was exceptional. He had defeated all his fellow disciples and even impressed renowned Grand Clarity Realm sword cultivators with his skills.

The Kunpeng Sect, with its small population, naturally cherished this rare prodigy, carefully nurturing his talent. Only after he reached the Supreme Clarity Realm did they finally allow him to leave the mountain and travel the world, honing his skills and seeking further enlightenment.

Ye Huang wasn’t in a hurry. Cultivating strength was easy, but improving one’s realm required time and insight. So, after leaving the mountain, he didn’t seek out opponents to spar with. Instead, he traveled the mortal world incognito, seeking enlightenment in the ordinary.

He met A-Xing in a small mountain town.

It wasn’t a particularly romantic encounter. He had simply been passing through the town, seeking water to quench his thirst, when he happened upon a young girl washing clothes by the river.

Ye Huang had met countless beauties. In his younger years, many female cultivators had pursued him, attracted by his talent and good looks.

But the moment he saw this girl, he felt something different.

Like a hidden stream deep within the mountains, pure, clear, and flowing gently.

A-Xing was that kind of girl.

Her eyes held a clarity and innocence unlike that of ordinary mortal women, yet she wasn’t as detached and ethereal as a cultivator.

She had a vibrant, down-to-earth aura.

Ye Huang was instantly captivated by her.

He loved watching her wash clothes by the river in the early morning, her slender hands moving gracefully in the water.

He loved watching her walk barefoot on the soft mud, her toes sinking into the earth.

He loved seeing her show off her local jewelry, the intricate earrings and anklets.

He loved her bright smile, her white teeth, and the crescent moons of her eyes.

He loved watching her sleep, her nose twitching softly, like a peaceful nightingale.

Six months later, they were married, settling down in that small mountain town.

He stopped wandering, his quest for the Dao and immortality put on hold.

He knew he had found something more precious than the Dao.

A year later, Ye Ling’er was born.

She was a bright and lively child, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons like her mother’s, her nose straight and proud like her father’s.

After Ling’er was born, Ye Huang made a decision. He declined his sect’s invitation to return and settled down in the town permanently.

He would protect his wife and his beloved daughter, watching her grow up.

Watching her become a beautiful young girl.

He had thought these peaceful days would last forever.

But he never imagined that this secluded mountain town, untouched by conflict…

…Would be destroyed overnight.

Chapter 140: Awake

Chen Yin slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze, as if returning from a distant memory, settled on Fuyu. He sighed softly and chuckled wryly.

“…Your master truly has a twisted sense of humor.”

“Are you dissatisfied with the trial, Young Master?” Fuyu asked, a playful smile on her lips.

“Not exactly dissatisfied. But using one’s deepest memories as a trial is a bit… unsettling.”

Chen Yin didn’t dwell on it and asked, “Where are the others?”

“Still undergoing their trials.”

Fuyu held out her hand, the crystal orb in her palm shimmering with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Through the orb, Chen Yin could vaguely see Qingying and a younger version of Qingchen, dressed in tattered clothes, wandering the streets.

Nan Xiaoxiang’s trial, however, was strange. She seemed to be trapped in a dark, endless cave, tears streaming down her face.

…What could Nan Xiaoxiang’s inner demons be? Chen Yin was curious. “Can I see what their trials are like?”

“Of course not.” Fuyu looked at him with a smile.

Of course not. Chen Yin pouted.

But then he noticed another faint glow beside the two orbs.

“Huh?” He leaned closer and saw an unexpected figure.

…The middle-aged swordsman, Ye Huang.

He was lying beside a small hut by a lake, a young girl with her hair in buns sitting beside him, her head resting on his lap.

His gaze was gentle as he stroked the little girl’s hair.

“He’s here too?” Chen Yin was surprised.

“That man, Ye Huang, arrived before you. He began his trial half a day ago.”

Fuyu said slowly, “But it seems his trial will take a while longer.”

“Did I finish too quickly?” Chen Yin asked.

“Although there’s no precedent, I’d say you were quite fast, Young Master.”

Chen Yin smiled faintly, not out of pride, but simply turned his gaze back to the crystal orb.

…Everyone had things they clung to.

Among countless memories, some were so captivating that they could trap you, making you unwilling to wake up.

But once you chose to dwell in the past, you would lose sight of the future.

It was a simple truth, but when you were trapped in a dream so vivid and real, escaping its grasp was incredibly difficult.

Chen Yin had been able to break free because he had no lingering attachments to his past self.

He thought Qingying had a good chance of passing the trial. After witnessing the tragedy on Ephemeral Mountain, she should have come to terms with her brother’s death.

But he wasn’t sure about Nan Xiaoxiang. She had never revealed anything about her past.

The only thing he was certain of was that the swordsman…

…He wouldn’t pass the trial.

From the moment he saw the look in his eyes, Chen Yin had known.

He was the type who would gladly lose himself in the past, never wanting to wake up.

Of course, it was none of his business. Chen Yin didn’t care if he passed or failed.

He just turned to Fuyu and asked, “A slightly unrelated question.”

“If they fail the trial, will they be released safely?”

“Naturally.” Fuyu chuckled. “This formation isn’t meant to kill. If they can’t comprehend the opportunity within the allotted time, they’ll be sent back.”

“However…” She hesitated, her lips pressed together.

…I knew it. Chen Yin sighed.

“What’s the catch?”

“I won’t stop them from leaving, but I won’t help them either.”

Fuyu’s red lips parted slightly. “It’s up to them to figure out how to escape the icy plains outside.”

“That’s not helpful at all!”

Chen Yin was almost amused. The icy plains outside were a desolate wasteland, its freezing winds capable of nullifying spiritual energy. Leaving the formation would be a death sentence.

Fuyu’s eyes twinkled. “If you want me to make an exception and send them out, Young Master, it’s not impossible.”

“But you have to answer a question for me. If your answer is satisfactory, you can do whatever you want with this formation.”

Such a generous offer? Chen Yin stroked his chin. “Tell me more.”

“Young Master, do you know… what is the Dao?”

Upon hearing that question…

Chen Yin almost had a PTSD-induced heart attack.

“…Seriously?”

He suppressed a twitch in his lips. “I’m sick of that question after Ephemeral Mountain. Why are you asking me the same thing?”

“Can’t your master come up with a more original question? Why are you all so obsessed with the Dao?”

“A cultivator’s life is a pursuit of the Dao and immortality.”

Fuyu said with a smile, “Only by transcending the mundane can one achieve true freedom.”

Chen Yin pondered the question.

“Can I just give a random answer and see if it works?” He asked tentatively.

“Of course. Any answer is acceptable.”

“Then,” Chen Yin said seriously, “I think everyone who seeks the Dao is putting the cart before the horse.”

“Some believe that comprehending the Dao and achieving immortality requires abandoning all emotions and desires. I think that’s bullshit.”

“…The Heavenly Dao is the Human Dao. I shouldn’t be seeking the Dao at all.”

He looked at Fuyu and said, “If I am truly transcendent, then I am the Dao.”

Fuyu’s eyes lit up. She stared at him for a long time, then nodded slowly with a smile.

“The Heavenly Dao is the Human Dao… That is a satisfactory answer.”

“Perhaps… you are the kind of person my master was looking for.”

She bowed gracefully. “As promised, this formation is now yours to control.”

Chen Yin was stunned. That was it?

He had just given a random answer, and this formation spirit actually believed him.

He took the crystal orb, examined it, then turned to Fuyu and asked, “So can I see what their trials are like now?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Fuyu said slowly, “I’ve given you control over the formation, but my master forbade anyone from observing the trial subjects’ inner demons. Not even I, the formation spirit, can do it, and neither can you.”

…Then what’s the point of giving me control of the formation if I can’t even use it? Chen Yin pouted.

“However, you can release your companions from their trials at any time, and I can send you all back to the outside world.”

“Then let’s do that.” Chen Yin glanced at Qingying, whose eyes were now red-rimmed, tears mixing with a faint smile. It seemed she was almost ready to break free.

As for Nan Xiaoxiang and that Ye Huang, they probably wouldn’t be able to escape even if their time ran out.

Chen Yin didn’t want to waste any more time. He released Qingying and Nan Xiaoxiang from their trials.

Back in reality, Qingying opened her eyes, her long eyelashes still damp with tears.

But her expression was calm, only a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes.

“You’re awake?” Chen Yin looked at her with a smile.

Qingying lowered her gaze and nodded slowly.

“Not bad. It seems you’ve come to terms with your brother’s death.”

“After all, I watched him leave.” She looked away, her voice soft. “There’s nothing left to hold onto.”

Chen Yin didn’t say anything more, just gently smoothed her hair. Qingying didn’t resist, allowing his intimate gesture.

Then, Chen Yin turned to Nan Xiaoxiang.

She was huddled in a corner, her body trembling, her eyes filled with pain and conflict.

She was still lost in thought, trapped in her inner demons.

“Alright, snap out of it.”

Chen Yin walked over and patted her head, his voice firm. “It was just a dream. Don’t take it seriously.”

Nan Xiaoxiang slowly came to her senses. As she realized it had all been an illusion, a deep sadness washed over her, and she buried her face in her hands.

Seeing her dejected demeanor, Chen Yin couldn’t help but be curious.

“What did you see, Miss Nan? You seemed so captivated by it.”

Nan Xiaoxiang bit her lip tightly, then shook her head weakly.

“…Thank you for waking me, Young Master Chen.”

“It seems this opportunity wasn’t meant for me.” She whispered sadly, hugging her knees.

Chen Yin noticed her tightly clenched fists but didn’t pry into her personal matters.

“Alright. Finally,”

Chen Yin turned to the crystal orb, where the last figure remained.

“Should we release this Ye Huang fellow?”

Ye Huang was sitting by a bed, his eyes filled with tenderness as he coaxed a little girl to sleep.

Qingying looked at the blurry image of Ye Huang in the orb and asked, “Is he trapped in the formation too?”

“Fuyu,” Chen Yin turned to the formation spirit, “If I use my authority to extend the trial indefinitely, can I trap him here forever?”

Fuyu nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want to keep him here forever?” Qingying asked softly.

Chen Yin thought it wasn’t a bad idea.

Although he respected Ye Huang’s swordsmanship, they were on different paths. He had repeatedly tried to kill him, so there was no reason for him to show mercy.

But leaving him here to wither away seemed like a waste.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, “…Release him.”

“I still want to try and get some information from him about the person who sent him after us.”

Fuyu bowed respectfully and waved her hand over the orb. Ye Huang’s figure appeared, his eyes closed, a peaceful and gentle smile on his face.

…As if he was having a sweet dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Chapter 139: The Useless Umbrella

Everything here was so familiar.

Yet, it also felt foreign.

Chen Yin got out of bed and gently traced his finger across the dusty surface of his computer desk. He looked around the small, cramped apartment.

The date on the computer was from years ago.

He had just opened the door when a large, furry body barreled into him, knocking him to the floor.

A wet, warm tongue licked his face. Chen Yin didn’t even open his eyes. He simply wrapped his arms around the furry creature and smiled.

“Wutang, stop it.”

Wutang was his golden retriever.

And his only family in this world.

It had been a while since he had given it a bath. It smelled a bit, and its fur was shedding everywhere. But Chen Yin still held it close.

Wutang wagged its tail excitedly for a while, then settled down on top of him.

“…I know this isn’t real.”

“But it’s good to see you again.” Chen Yin gently patted its head.

Wutang didn’t understand what he was saying. Its eyes, like black pearls, were bright and clear.

“Let’s go. I’m a little hungry. Let’s get something to eat.”

As he stood up, Chen Yin noticed a notification on his computer screen.

He clicked on it. It was a message from his author’s page on Soshu.com.

Someone had commented on his novel.

“Author, your story is so good! Please don’t drop it, keep writing!”

Chen Yin stared at the username, then chuckled softly after a long silence.

“Haha. So it’s you.”

This was one of his few loyal readers.

He had thought she was just an ordinary reader. But later, he learned what a kind and resilient girl she was.

At this moment, she was probably sitting behind her screen, eagerly awaiting his reply.

Chen Yin started typing, “I will,” but his fingers froze mid-air.

After a long pause, he deleted the words.

“…Never mind.”

He knew he wouldn’t be able to finish this novel.

He thought for a moment, then replied to the comment, “Thank you for reading my story. Can I add you as a friend and chat about it?”

The wait for her reply felt longer than usual. Wutang lay at his feet, its large head resting on the floor, looking peaceful and content.

Finally, the screen lit up. She had replied with a QQ number.

Chen Yin could almost picture her sitting there, her face flushed, her fingers fumbling as she typed, her mind racing with anticipation. He couldn’t help but smile.

After adding her on QQ, she sent a tentative message: “Hello?”

“Hello, Shen Shuangshuang.”

A long silence followed his reply.

Chen Yin waited patiently.

Finally, she replied timidly, “Brother Chen Yin… do you still remember me?”

“Of course I do.”

Chen Yin smiled and typed, “Are you on summer break? Want to grab a bite? My treat.”

Another long silence, then a simple “Okay.”

Chen Yin sent her the address of a restaurant, then started cleaning his apartment.

It was a mess. But this time, he wasn’t in a hurry. He meticulously cleaned every corner, every surface.

He took out the trash, made his bed, and tidied up his desk.

He gave Wutang a bath and cleaned its bed.

Then, he took the dog and left the apartment.

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The early autumn air was crisp and cool. Chen Yin wore a light jacket, but it wasn’t too cold.

They had agreed to meet at a restaurant in the city center.

When Chen Yin arrived, he saw a cute girl sitting by the window.

…Shen Shuangshuang was still in high school.

She had long hair with bangs, and she was wearing a white Japanese-style school uniform with a pleated skirt and leggings that hugged her shapely legs. She held a cup of coffee in her hands, her eyes fixed on the street outside, her expression filled with a nervous anticipation.

Wutang, seeing her, rushed over and nudged her leg with its nose, wagging its tail excitedly. As Shen Shuangshuang looked down in surprise, Chen Yin sat down opposite her.

“Long time no see, Senior—I mean, Shuangshuang.”

Shen Shuangshuang stared at him for a long moment, her face gradually turning crimson. She lowered her head shyly.

“B-Brother Chen Yin…”

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young lady.” Chen Yin looked at her with a smile, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

Shen Shuangshuang nodded silently, her body tense.

Chen Yin wasn’t in a hurry. He started a conversation, and at first, she was a little shy and reserved. But as he gently guided the conversation, she gradually opened up, excitedly sharing stories about her life, her youthful innocence and charm shining through.

“Brother Chen Yin, what’s your dog’s name?”

“Wutang.”

“Why that name?”

“Because life is bitter, so I named him ‘No Sugar’.”

Shen Shuangshuang tilted her head, her eyes blinking.

“I haven’t seen you since you moved away, Brother Chen Yin. How have you been?”

Chen Yin hesitated, unsure how to answer.

He didn’t want to tell her that he hadn’t been doing well.

He didn’t want to tell her that he couldn’t make a living from writing. He didn’t want to tell her that he was barely holding on.

He didn’t want to tell her that in a month, he would simply disappear.

He had kept all his struggles and pain bottled up inside, unable to share them with anyone.

So, in the end, he simply shook his head. “I’m working on a new novel. If it does well, things should get better.”

“Really? What’s it about?” Shen Shuangshuang’s eyes lit up.

“Well…”

Chen Yin thought for a moment, then chuckled.

“…It’s about a struggling novelist who transmigrates to another world.”

It was cliché and unoriginal.

Even now, it still felt surreal. He even had a nagging feeling that it had all been a dream.

But he knew that if he truly believed it was a dream…

…He would never be able to go back.

Shen Shuangshuang listened intently as he told her about the Mist Yu flowers on Mount Yu, about his eccentric loli Master and his sweet and shy Junior Sister.

About his quiet and gentle Senior Sister. And about his playful and adorable fox demon servant.

After listening to his stories for a long time, she sighed softly. “That sounds wonderful.”

“It’s like a whole different world.”

Chen Yin smiled at her, saying nothing.

Time passed slowly as they chatted, from afternoon to evening.

After dinner, they left the restaurant and strolled along the bustling street, Wutang trotting happily beside them.

Shen Shuangshuang walked slowly, her head lowered, her hands clasped behind her back, stealing glances at Chen Yin from time to time.

Chen Yin looked at the familiar yet foreign city, a melancholic expression in his eyes.

“Did you run away from home, Brother Chen Yin?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Do you… want to contact your family?”

Chen Yin paused.

Although he knew this was just an illusion, he still couldn’t bring himself to see his family.

He wasn’t the same impulsive sixteen-year-old who had run away from home with nothing but a backpack.

He didn’t hate his parents as much anymore. Many of the emotions he had struggled with had faded with time.

But he was still afraid to see them. Perhaps he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to leave.

If he became attached to this place, it would be difficult to go back.

“…I don’t think so.”

“But your parents must be worried.” Shen Shuangshuang said sadly, pouting slightly.

“Maybe.” Chen Yin didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the passing cars.

He was surrounded by people, but he didn’t belong here.

The person who belonged here wasn’t him.

Chen Yin was already dead.

Shen Shuangshuang suddenly stopped, her eyes glistening with tears, her lips trembling.

“Are you… leaving?”

“Yes.” Chen Yin nodded.

“Where are you going? Home?”

“To where I belong.”

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t have a home here anymore.”

Shen Shuangshuang didn’t speak, just lowered her head and kicked a pebble on the sidewalk.

She felt a pang of sadness. She had finally met the person she had admired for so long, but their brief encounter was already coming to an end.

She couldn’t bear for it to end so soon. She gathered her courage and looked up at him.

“Brother Chen Yin, I have something to tell you! I’ve always—”

Her eyes widened slightly.

Chen Yin gently placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed her forehead softly.

His other hand gently covered her lips.

“Don’t say it.”

He looked at her with a gentle smile.

But his eyes were filled with sadness.

“…I’ll take it seriously.”

You should always carry an umbrella when it rains.

But when the rain has stopped, there’s no need to open the umbrella anymore.

Shen Shuangshuang stared at his profile, her heart aching.

“If you can, please take care of Wutang for me, okay?”

He said softly, “You don’t have to buy expensive dog food. Even leftovers are fine, he’s not picky.”

“Give him a bath once or twice a week. You can do it yourself, he’s very well-behaved.”

“And…” Chen Yin’s gaze lowered.

“Don’t… let him eat chocolate.”

Not even if someone else offers it to him.

Shen Shuangshuang nodded blankly.

“And you,”

Chen Yin turned to her and ruffled her hair gently.

“If you can, I hope you’ll live a good life.”

A life without me.

Even if you don’t transmigrate to that world.

Even if we never meet again.

I hope you can live like a normal girl.

From school uniform to wedding dress. Find someone you love, and who loves you back. Live a peaceful and happy life.

Chen Yin had thought he could say those words naturally.

But his lips moved silently, and he swallowed them back.

“…Hah. I’ve lost everything in this world.”

“But now that I’m leaving…” He glanced at Wutang, wagging its tail at his feet.

He looked at Shen Shuangshuang, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

“I’m… a little reluctant to leave.”

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The next moment, he opened his eyes. He looked at the dimly lit underwater palace before him, his expression calm.

He looked at the woman in the flowing black dress, Fuyu, who was watching him with a smile.

“Congratulations.”

“You have passed the trial.”

Chapter 138: The Trial of the Water Palace

Chen Yin opened his eyes to a deep, dark abyss. He honestly hadn’t expected to wake up at all. Who knew what that unreliable System of Qingying’s had conjured up? He only remembered a deafening roar, a faint scream, and then oblivion. He had expected to be either blown to bits or dashed against the ice below.

But there was a third possibility.

He woke up at the bottom of a deep, dark sea. The water was all around him, eerily silent, yet he could feel its presence against his skin. Strangely, breathing and speaking were unaffected. He recognized this as a water-type formation.

Qingying and Nan Xiaoxiang were nearby, unconscious. After checking their pulses and ensuring they were unharmed, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He looked around. They were in an underwater palace, the depths illuminated by glowing orbs embedded in the floor, like luminous pearls. The palace was magnificent, almost as large as the Mist Spirit Sect’s mountain gate. A plaque above the entrance bore the inscription:

“Water Palace.”

As Chen Yin stared at the plaque, he heard the faint stirrings of Qingying and Nan Xiaoxiang behind him.

“Ugh… we’re not dead?”

“Just lucky, I guess.” Chen Yin replied calmly, without turning around. “It seems this is the true form of the formation.”

Qingying shook her head groggily, then exclaimed in surprise, “Huh? My spiritual energy is back! And my ankle is healed!” Nan Xiaoxiang also moved her foot experimentally.

Chen Yin didn’t speak, but like them, he could also access his spiritual energy again. The black energy that had been wreaking havoc within him was now as weak as a newborn, barely able to put up a fight. It seemed this formation had completely healed their injuries.

“What kind of formation is this? It’s so powerful!” Nan Xiaoxiang’s eyes were filled with wonder. For a physician like her, this formation was incredibly intriguing.

Chen Yin and Qingying, having experienced Ephemeral Mountain, weren’t as surprised. They exchanged a look and slowly entered the palace.

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With a creak, the palace doors swung open.

Schools of fish scattered as they entered the dimly lit hall. The glowing orbs provided just enough light to see their surroundings.

“No one’s here,” Qingying said, looking around.

Chen Yin frowned slightly.

The moment he entered the palace, he felt the scroll in his chest grow warm.

He had only felt this sensation once before, in the mysterious bamboo forest within the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain.

A faint whisper echoed from the depths of the palace.

“Oh?”

“Someone actually survived Ephemeral Mountain?”

The sudden voice made Qingying tense. She drew her dagger and glared towards the source of the sound.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!”

A moment later, a woman in a flowing black dress, adorned with countless shimmering stars, emerged from the darkness. Her eyes were half-closed, her face unusually pale, and she floated in the air, like a ghost, her feet not touching the ground.

The sight of her made Nan Xiaoxiang freeze in terror, a scream caught in her throat.

“A-a ghost—”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Would a ghost greet you so politely?”

Chen Yin rolled his eyes at Nan Xiaoxiang and looked at the woman calmly.

She was also looking at him, her gaze not lingering on Qingying or Nan Xiaoxiang.

A knowing smile played on her lips.

“So you’re the one who inherited the Master’s scroll?”

“What do you know?” Chen Yin countered.

“I know everything. But without the Master’s permission, I can’t tell you anything.”

The woman bowed gracefully. “I am Fuyu, the spirit of the Water Palace formation. Welcome.”

“This is a place of opportunity left behind by the ancient Immortal for Grand Clarity Realm cultivators. It’s not meant for cultivators of your level.”

“However, since one of you has passed the trial of Ephemeral Mountain, I’ll make an exception and allow you to participate in the trial of the Water Palace.”

Hearing the words “Ephemeral Mountain,” Qingying tensed, and Chen Yin frowned.

“There’s no need to be nervous.”

Fuyu chuckled. “The trial here isn’t as dangerous as the one on Ephemeral Mountain. Even if you fail, you’ll simply be sent back. Your lives aren’t in danger.”

Qingying and Chen Yin exchanged a look.

…Do you believe her?

…I don’t.

Indeed, after witnessing the horrors of Ephemeral Mountain, no one would trust the words of the ancient Immortal so easily.

Nan Xiaoxiang, however, asked eagerly, “Senior, is the reward for passing the trial the Heavenly Dao Fragment?”

Fuyu glanced at her with an unreadable expression.

But she replied calmly, “I can’t reveal that information. But it is an opportunity of that level.”

“Of course, you have to pass the trial first.”

Nan Xiaoxiang was about to step forward and accept the trial when Chen Yin pulled her back and flicked her forehead lightly.

“Idiot. Do you believe everything you hear?”

Nan Xiaoxiang didn’t get angry this time. She said seriously, “Whether it’s true or not, I have to try.”

“I came here for this opportunity.”

Chen Yin frowned. “Is it more important than your life?”

“…Much more important.”

Seeing her determination, Chen Yin didn’t try to stop her. He turned to Qingying. “Are you participating as well?”

“Not really interested… but if what she said is true, and there’s no risk of death, then I might as well try.”

Faced with their stubbornness, Chen Yin sighed and turned to Fuyu. “Can you tell us about the trial?”

“You jest, Young Master.” Fuyu smiled, saying nothing.

Seeing that he couldn’t get any information out of her, Chen Yin nodded. “Very well.”

…He would do it for the sake of unraveling the mystery of the scroll.

“We accept the trial.”

“Please step forward.” A crystal orb appeared in Fuyu’s hand.

“Place your hand on this orb, and the trial will begin.”

Chen Yin, Qingying, and Nan Xiaoxiang exchanged glances, then placed their hands on the orb.

A gentle light enveloped them. Chen Yin felt his consciousness fading.

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He opened his eyes to a dimly lit ceiling.

After a long moment, he sat up abruptly.

He looked around, then suddenly covered his face with his hand, taking a deep breath, his body trembling slightly.

A dark, familiar bedroom.

The lingering smell of stale instant noodles.

The faint glow of a second-hand computer screen.

…This was his home from his previous life.