Chapter 2506: Midnight Wall Digging

Night quietly descended.

Kun Lun fulfilled its duties as host, arranging various mountain peaks for the Wu Yue sects to rest for the night. The following day would host the once-in-a-century Wu Yue Martial Competition, a grand event of the ages.

On a rugged peak, Hua Shan Zhen Ren was already seated, his expression relaxed and at ease.

In contrast, Hua Shan Xian Zi’s delicate brows were slightly furrowed. Having seen the godchildren and goddesses from the four sects today, she knew they were far stronger than in previous years, which meant Hua Shan was destined for a humiliating defeat.

The Hua Shan godchild and goddess also wore grim expressions. As fellow peerless prodigies, they shared an innate understanding; the victors and vanquished were clear even without a fight.

At that thought, the two turned their gazes toward Ye Chen. The goddess's eyes were fierce and predatory, while the godchild's face was dark with malice. If not for this little stone spirit, the situation wouldn't have become so awkward.

Ye Chen, however, was completely at leisure, casually holding his wine flask and glancing around.

The peak Kun Lun had arranged for Hua Shan was truly extraordinary. As far as the eye could see, it was shrouded in misty haze, bathed in starlight and moonlight, with an added touch of pure radiance, like a dreamy immortal realm.

As for the stares from the godchild and goddess, he simply ignored them. Now that they regretted it, what was the point? They had gone out of their way to stir up trouble and create this karma.

"Victory and defeat are commonplace in the affairs of warriors; just give it your best."

Hua Shan Zhen Ren said with a smile. As the sect leader, he took it in stride, especially when he looked at Ye Chen, which instantly dispelled his gloom. With this talent on their side, in the next Wu Yue Martial Competition, the Hua Shan lineage would surely shake the heavens.

"Rest well."

Hua Shan Xian Zi said softly with a smile.

With that, the two rose and left—one entering a peach blossom grove, the other a purple bamboo forest—as if they disliked the bustle and sought a quiet place for meditation.

No sooner had they gone than a cold snort came from the Hua Shan godchild, and he turned to leave.

It was clear that before departing, he glanced back at Ye Chen. In his vicious gaze lingered a hint of cunning, and the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

"Rest early, and don't dare wander around recklessly, or I'll kill you."

The Hua Shan goddess also turned and vanished, off to find her lover, but not without a final threatening warning to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen paid it no mind. Never one to stay idle, he was here in the Feng Shan immortal lands for a rare opportunity, with so many people gathered. How could he not search for the reincarnations of Da Chu? That was his main purpose.

Under the starlight, he made his way down the peak.

At night, the Kun Lun sect was quiet, with few disciples practicing or meditating.

Ye Chen wasn't surprised by this. Compared to the sect, the outside world was more vibrant. With the Wu Yue Martial Competition drawing such a crowd of godchildren and goddesses, most had likely slipped out for some excitement.

There were still some diligent disciples, sitting on stones in contemplation. He passed like a ghost, startling the Kun Lun disciples and drawing curious, shining gazes from them. Many Kun Lun elders watched him too, stroking their white beards, their old eyes full of profound meaning.

"What profound emperor-level array patterns."

Ye Chen marveled as he walked, even peeking at Kun Lun's secrets on his way out. The place was inscribed with countless array patterns, densely packed and hidden from view. A massive formation supported the entire Kun Lun, at the emperor level, and even more intricate than Hua Shan's.

Beyond that, it was the terrain.

Kun Lun was situated where nine earth spirit veins intersected, commanding perfect timing, geography, and human harmony. With such a dominant layout combined with an emperor-level formation, it was as solid as a fortress.

No wonder! The lineage of the Dao Ancestor wasn't just talk. Kun Lun plus Wu Yue represented the six directions. If his guess was right, the six sects formed part of some greater array.

He didn't stop until sometime later.

Before him stood a vast mountain, the main peak of Kun Lun, larger than Hua Shan's main peak for discussions. It was enveloped in hazy immortal aura, ethereal and mysterious.

"Emperor-level divine essence."

Ye Chen murmured softly, clearly sensing a certain power emanating from Kun Lun's main peak. In that instant, the Hua Shan emperor essence within him stirred restlessly, as if excited and joyful.

Of course, both were emperor essences from the Dao Ancestor, so they shared a connection—like old friends meeting.

Unfortunately, this was Kun Lun, and he had no right to enter or touch its emperor essence. If given the chance, he was confident he could extract a portion of it.

After one last look, Ye Chen abruptly turned away.

As he did, he spotted a figure standing right behind him—a man in white robes with white hair and a white beard, his aura perfectly harmonious. It was Kun Lun's sect leader, whom he had seen before.

Ye Chen was startled; even with his keen perception, he hadn't noticed him. This showed how formidable Kun Lun's sect leader was—undoubtedly a peak-stage quasi-emperor, with an exceptionally deep understanding of the Dao.

"Greetings, senior."

Ye Chen bowed respectfully, showing proper etiquette.

"The little fellow recognized by the Dao Jing is indeed extraordinary."

Kun Lun's sect leader said with a warm smile, his old eyes deep and boundless, revealing the essence of the Dao. At a glance, he had seen through to Ye Chen's Dao Jing.

"Just luck."

Ye Chen coughed dryly.

"Would you consider joining our Kun Lun lineage?"

Kun Lun's sect leader asked with a laugh, straightforward as could be, openly trying to poach him without any awkwardness.

He added another tempting offer: "If you join Kun Lun, you can freely study the emperor-level divine essence and one day inherit my Kun Lun legacy."

"Senior must be joking. I am a disciple of Hua Shan."

Ye Chen replied with a smile.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu was amused by Kun Lun's sect leader. If Hua Shan Zhen Ren were here, the two old fellows might come to blows. Staying up late to poach from Hua Shan—what kind of sect leader was this?

It was undeniable that the conditions offered by Kun Lun's sect leader were very appealing, and being so highly regarded was an supreme honor in the heavens, unmatched by anyone else.

"If you change your mind someday, you're welcome anytime."

Kun Lun's sect leader said with a kindly smile.

"Thank you for your favor, senior."

Ye Chen bowed again and turned to leave. After a few steps, he doubled back with a dry laugh: "Senior, do you have a map of the Feng Shan immortal lands?"

Kun Lun's sect leader chuckled and waved his sleeve, sending an ancient scroll flying out.

"Thank you, senior."

Ye Chen quickly took it and vanished in a flash.

"What an interesting little stone spirit."

Behind him, Kun Lun's sect leader stroked his beard and laughed, growing fonder of Ye Chen with every look. As a sect leader, he was one who truly cherished talent.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was already a Hua Shan disciple, making it tough to poach him. It wasn't hard to see that this Dao Jing-recognized little stone spirit would one day become a supreme overlord.

Ah!

With a sigh, Kun Lun's sect leader soared upward and entered Kun Lun's main peak.

"Good one, you old Daoist, with such grand ambitions!"

Hua Shan Zhen Ren glanced over from afar, having heard every word of the conversation clearly. In the end, his face darkened. Your sect's drunken godchild has already stolen my goddess—what, now you're trying to poach my little stone spirit from Hua Shan too?

"The emperor-level divine essence and legacy are all on the table—Kun Lun's sect leader is quite bold."

Hua Shan Xian Zi said with a smile. While Hua Shan Zhen Ren was watching, so was she, and she wasn't surprised at all, as if she had expected it. Everyone in the heavens knew Kun Lun's sect leader loved poaching talent.

Hua Shan Zhen Ren took a deep breath, his dark expression fading as he smiled contentedly. Ye Chen had handled this splendidly. Trying to poach from Hua Shan? Not a chance.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already left Kun Lun, map in hand, heading west. Just a hundred li from Kun Lun stood a massive ancient city—that was his first destination.

The journey was bitterly cold, with biting winds piercing to the bone.

In the darkness, more than one group was tailing him—all quasi-emperors, their auras reeking of great demons and devils, along with immortals from the upper realms, stealthily following.

Looking closely, pairs of eyes glowed with an eerie light.

Ye Chen sneered; he didn't need to ask to know why they were there—it had to be for his Dao Jing. They had blocked him outside Hua Shan before but hadn't dared act, and now they'd chased him to the Feng Shan immortal lands.

However, even here, they didn't dare make a move, only watching him. Many had even used great divine abilities to plant tracking marks on him.

"If you're so eager to die, I'll oblige."

Ye Chen didn't remove the marks; he'd settle accounts once he left the Feng Shan immortal lands. In a place with advancement suppression, he, a minor saint, would be an invincible force.

As he spoke, the ancient city came into view—majestic and exuding an aura of ancient desolation, having stood on this land for countless ages, witnessing the changes of seas and mountains.

That was Feng Shan Ancient City, the closest ancient city to Kun Lun Mountain.

Ye Chen descended from the sky, stepping forward with a black robe appearing on him, and he used secret techniques to conceal his appearance and aura. He was too notorious, and he wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The night in Feng Shan Ancient City was bustling, much like the city itself, with colorful lights bursting forth and magnificent palaces floating in the air, ethereal and vast, teeming with vibrant life and worldly energy.

The streets were packed with people, and Kun Lun disciples were everywhere, mostly in pairs—one man and one woman, strolling together. No wonder the sect was so empty; they had all come here for dates.

"I hear that little stone spirit from Hua Shan has come to the Feng Shan immortal lands."

"The one recognized by the Dao Jing, who separated emperor essence, broke through four realms in a day, refined eight pills in one furnace, and consecutively defeated the Hua Shan godchild and goddess—his life is pure legend."

"We'll see him tomorrow. I want to know what kind of extraordinary figure he is."

The lively streets were filled with calls and constant chatter. In teahouses and taverns, crowds gathered, and almost everyone was talking about the little stone spirit.

There was no helping it—he was just too famous, with legends of him everywhere.

Ye Chen had no time for that; he had already released his divine sense.

To his disappointment, he found no trace of the reincarnated ones. Instead, he spotted the Hua Shan goddess with the Kun Lun godchild, also here on a date—and holding hands, no less, which made his mouth twitch.

The reactions of passersby were equally entertaining.

After all, the Hua Shan goddess was using his body, and seeing two men holding hands and chatting as they walked was a lawless sight that made people queasy just watching.

"If you two go to a room, that would really be romantic."

Ye Chen took a deep breath, feeling a urge to vomit at the sight of the Kun Lun godchild holding the Hua Shan goddess's hand. Were they that fired up? Didn't they care at all?

Thinking about the bedroom, Ye Chen's mind wandered wildly. Maybe the Kun Lun godchild would drag him in, with him lying on the bed, the godchild doing the deed, and the goddess making the sounds.

Well then! The three of them working together could turn the wedding night into a legendary tale.