“Thank you for the reminder, Senior. Qing’er will remember…” Murong Qing’er looked at Ye Chen gratefully and gave a solemn bow. Her expression held a trace of bitterness.
The court was practically controlled by the Eighth Prince’s faction. As a princess, she had no real say in anything. Just surviving was already difficult enough, let alone purging the Eighth Prince’s forces…
However, since Ye Chen had already saved her life, she felt too embarrassed to ask him for further help. After all, to him, this was just their “first meeting.”
The long-bearded elder wanted to speak, but Murong Qing’er stopped him with a glance. She already owed a debt of life—she couldn’t afford to owe more.
Ye Chen nodded to her. After eliminating the black-robed man, he was ready to leave. But as his gaze swept across the remaining assassins—many of whom were still at the Nascent Soul Realm—he realized they were still a threat to Murong Qing’er. Once he left, they could easily attempt another assassination.
Since he had stepped in already, he might as well go all the way.
Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed as he locked onto the assassins’ aura. In an instant, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
“No—!”
“Senior, please spare us!”
“Don’t kill me!”
“I don’t want to die…”
Realizing something was terribly wrong, the assassins began to panic and plead for their lives. But they couldn’t move—Ye Chen’s spiritual pressure was like a mountain pressing down on their bodies.
With the enormous gap in cultivation, these assassins had no ability to fight back.
Before long, even their cries faded. Their faces contorted in pain and fear.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In the next second, the assassins exploded one after another into clouds of blood-red mist. Their souls were completely annihilated…
The valley was instantly filled with the thick stench of blood.
Everyone was terrified by the scene. Their faces changed drastically, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and even their legs began to give out.
In this moment, they truly understood the difference between themselves and a Tribulation Realm powerhouse. Just a single wave of pressure was enough to wipe them all out!
Even the long-bearded elder and Murong Qing’er were stunned, blankly staring at the bloody mist that filled the air around them, their hearts skipping a beat.
By the time they came back to their senses, Ye Chen was already gone.
Murong Qing’er looked up at the sky. Her heart felt empty, like something had suddenly gone missing.
She knew Ye Chen had done all of this for her safety, and she was even more moved. Her mind was now completely filled with his image—she couldn’t shake it off. You are reading on NovelPing, the official source.
“Heavenly Mystic Immortal Sect…”
“Senior, we will meet again…”
Murong Qing’er whispered softly, her gaze gradually growing resolute.
…
Meanwhile, Ye Chen didn’t return to the sect immediately.
Instead, he went to Yanjing City.
As the capital of the Blazing Sun Empire and the most prosperous city in Central State, it was overflowing with food, entertainment, and luxury. Since he was out anyway, Ye Chen planned to stock up on supplies to take back to the sect—and to share them with his two obedient, thoughtful disciples. There were surely many delicious things they had never tasted before.
When Ye Chen landed in a forest near the city gates, the demon dragon beside him transformed into palm-size form and nestled onto his shoulder to hide.
If this 8th-rank demon dragon entered the city in its full form, it would definitely cause a massive panic. Yanjing likely didn’t have even one Great Ascension Realm cultivator, and this demon dragon could easily sweep the entire city.
Ye Chen looked up at the familiar city before him. It felt like a lifetime ago. He smiled faintly and walked through the gates.
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Outside the city…
Su Nianwan wandered through the woods, but didn’t come across any noble young masters hunting.
As night began to fall, she had no choice but to head home in disappointment.
She lived in a small village on the outskirts of Yanjing City. Her family was poor—her parents were honest, hardworking farmers who lived off the land.
When Su Nianwan stepped into their rundown courtyard, the pungent smell of chicken droppings hit her nose. She frowned in disgust, her face full of disdain.
In her previous life, she had lived luxuriously on Sword-Hiding Peak, enjoying fine food and drink, residing in a spiritual courtyard like a fairyland, and having Menial Disciples to help with chores.
Now, suddenly returning to this poverty-stricken home where she’d grown up, Su Nianwan found it hard to adjust. Her heart was full of resentment, but there was nothing she could do.
“Nianwan, you’re back?”
“I steamed your favorite buns. Come eat…” an old woman stepped out from the thatched hut, her face full of affection as she called out to Su Nianwan.
Su Nianwan entered with a sullen face, glanced at the dark, unappealing buns on the table, and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“Is this even edible?” she muttered coldly. “Just looking at it makes me sick.”
She was used to gourmet meals and rich dishes. There was no way she could live like this anymore. Even the foods she once liked now made her nauseous.
Seeing this, the old woman stood by helplessly. She didn’t understand why Su Nianwan had changed so much. These days, she dressed flamboyantly when she went out and constantly complained about everything at home.
“Nianwan, what would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you,” the old woman said nervously, afraid Su Nianwan would starve herself and fall ill—that would be even worse.
Su Nianwan pointed at the old hen in the yard. “Make chicken stew for me.”
“This…” the old woman hesitated, clearly troubled. “That’s the only hen we have. We need her to lay eggs and hatch chicks…”
Su Nianwan’s face darkened as she spoke in a heavy voice, “It’s just one hen. Once I get rich, I can buy as many as I want. Kill it now. I’m hungry.”
In her mind, it wouldn’t be long before she latched onto a noble son and rose to power like a phoenix. Why would she care about one measly hen?
She had no intention of staying poor.
“This… Alright then,” the old woman sighed helplessly and dragged her tired body into the yard to prepare the chicken.
She had heard Su Nianwan boasting lately that she’d soon be wealthy and powerful. She had tried to persuade her to stay grounded and stop chasing illusions, but Su Nianwan wouldn’t listen. It was as if she were possessed. Sometimes, she even claimed she was going to become the Crown Princess…
This made the old woman feel deeply uneasy. She had a bad feeling, but there was nothing she could do.
How could a girl from such a poor family possibly become a high-and-mighty Crown Princess?
Before long, the agonized cries of the old hen rang out from the courtyard…
Su Nianwan frowned slightly, trying to recall the moment in her past life when she had met those noble sons in the forest.
“It should be tomorrow…”
She was determined to rise to the top—and had made all her preparations.
This time, she had no intention of joining any sect to cultivate.