Chapter 415: Hooking Up with Your Sister

Within the galaxy, planets drift by, appearing magnificent and beautiful when viewed up close. Yet, from the vast expanse of the cosmos, these individual planets are incredibly tiny and insignificant. On the whole, the universe observed from afar is a realm of deathly silence. Most regions are shrouded in eternal darkness, devoid of sound and life, offering only coldness and desolation. In this boundless universe, even after crossing numerous galaxies, finding life can be challenging. For countless eons, it has remained solitary since the era of the Big Bang.

At this very moment, a carriage glides along, its wheels seemingly treading on starlight, following an uncharted path towards a desolate, rarely visited corner of the cosmos. This was truly astonishing: the carriage repeatedly vanished, leaping through wormholes, traversing the starry expanse, before selecting new wormholes to continue its journey into the distant unknown. Such travel was remarkable; even if they weren't physically crossing the cosmic sea, covering such vast distances via ancient, established pathways was an incredible feat.

The carriage was pulled by a celestial steed, entirely golden, with a long, flowing mane resembling a lion's. This magnificent creature was tall, imposing, and, at first glance, strikingly similar to a sacred lion. It pulled a golden chariot, matching its own lustrous hue, which shimmered as it soared through the heavens. After passing through the final wormhole, they at last reached their destination.

"Are we there?" a man's voice, still youthful, emerged from the golden chariot. He disembarked, stepping out into the cosmic expanse, and surveyed his surroundings. Below them, a vibrant blue planet rotated slowly, orbiting its sun. This was Earth. A celestial steed, resembling a sacred lion, had pulled an ancient chariot carrying a man to this location, where he now gazed intently at the planet before him. The man wore golden battle armor that lacked luster and appeared dim, shrouded by a gray mist that obscured his body.

Simultaneously, a scaled, earth-yellow unicorn bear roared as it emerged from a nearby wormhole, pulling a bronze chariot. A second man, clad in bronze armor and enveloped by a white mist that covered most of his form, stood upon it, also looking down at Earth. The man in the dull golden armor, standing beside the majestic, long-maned Pegasus, spoke: "Ah, Qinglan, you've arrived." The scaled unicorn bear let out a telepathic roar that resonated through outer space. On the ancient chariot it pulled, the man in bronze armor gave a slight nod and addressed the other as "Brother Yang Xuan."

These two enigmatic chariots and their mysterious occupants had traveled from a prosperous region of the universe to appear in Earth's outer orbit. Had their presence been detected, it would undoubtedly have caused immense shock. However, nearby space probes were malfunctioning, rendering them undetectable.

"The two of us are tasked with guarding this location to prevent mishaps," said Yang Xuan, the man in the dull golden armor. "But in truth, we can do very little; we are merely observers."

"I've been exiled here," Qinglan stated, his long hair flowing as he gazed down at Earth from within his archaic bronze armor. Although they relied on wormholes to travel, their ability to journey independently across such vast distances to this remote corner of the universe was still remarkable.

Yang Xuan nodded. "This planet truly is peculiar," he remarked. "By the way, have any descendants from your clan also ventured to the world below—the one once ranked eleventh—in search of fortune?"

Qinglan cast him a sidelong glance. "Don't you have a saintess from your clan down there?" he asked.

Yang Xuan's expression instantly froze. His age surpassed even that of the saintess's grandfather, a generational gap that rendered his face blank. After a long moment, he managed, "She took the Yandang Mountain Star Road."

Then, each man produced an item. Qinglan, the man in bronze armor, held up a silvery, jade-like eyeball. "This is a divine artifact," he explained, "left behind by a perfected clairvoyant elder after his demise in ancient times." Though referred to as "Thousand-Mile Eyes," its true sight extended far beyond mere thousands of miles. It could pierce through illusion and was utterly extraordinary. Yang Xuan, in turn, revealed a gleaming golden ear. "This," he announced, "was left by a perfected clairaudient Golden Arhat from bygone eras."

In that instant, with the eye and ear now active, they gained insight into everything around them. Immediately, they perceived numerous warships near Neptune and Mars, seemingly searching for something. The golden ear even allowed them to pick up peculiar wavelengths.

"The Machine Race is formidable," Yang Xuan observed. "Are they seeking a shortcut, hoping to invade Earth completely? I heard that a supreme ancient tree, from which the Machine Race originated, has remnant roots on this planet." The Machine Race is reportedly descended from a mysterious ancient tree whose pollen, when scattered upon metal, endowed it with sentience. This led to their rapid evolution and the development of a brilliant civilization.

"It's not just the Machine Race," Qinglan added, "other beings are cooperating with them. They've already allied to analyze Earth's force field and find vulnerabilities." Indeed, the silver eye and golden ear, crystallized manifestations of ancient clairvoyant and clairaudient powers, were formidable. They could discern events even from such immense distances!

They then shifted their focus, activating the silver eye and golden ear to concentrate on Earth and gather useful information. Lacking threat or destructive power, these two crystallized Dao fruits emitted faint ripples that were not impeded by Earth's defensive energy fields.

"Interesting," Yang Xuan mused, surprised. "A notable figure has emerged among these natives. Did you hear? The clairaudient ear picked up fragmented conversations among the evolved beings, mentioning someone who single-handedly annihilated an imperial dynasty's forces!"

Qinglan, in his bronze armor, nodded. "That is indeed unexpected," he said. "I'll use the Thousand-Mile Eye to see if I can locate this unusual individual."

After a considerable time, Qinglan looked surprised. "Coincidentally," he announced, "I've spotted someone practicing the first two levels of the 'Golden Bodhi Breathing Technique.' The energy constructs he forms during attacks also resemble golden bodhi. This might be a soldier from your clan, likely a subordinate of your saintess relative." At the mention of his relative, Yang Xuan's expression stiffened slightly once more. From an evolutionary standpoint, despite his relative youth, he was considerably older than this saintess, even surpassing her grandfather in age. Such a generational disparity was truly awkward!

"Well, it seems someone practicing your clan's breathing technique is quite unlucky," Qinglan, in his bronze armor, said with a mischievous glint. "They appear to be getting thoroughly thrashed by a native. Come, take a look."

Yang Xuan stared intently, activating the golden ear and focusing its senses on that location. Undoubtedly, utilizing these two crystallized Dao fruits demanded significant personal strength, as the overwhelming influx of extraneous sounds and sensory data required constant filtering. Without sufficient power, one's own mind could potentially shatter under the onslaught. Even so, he selectively received only the sounds of evolved beings, filtering out the sound waves from ordinary creatures. Furthermore, by focusing on specific areas and individual targets, he could conserve a great deal of effort.

With a hint of schadenfreude, Qinglan remarked, "How interesting. The one doing the beating is named Chu Feng. He seems to be the native who previously annihilated the Laoshan Star Road. Now he's up against someone from your clan."

Initially, Yang Xuan remained impassive, but his expression quickly soured as he overheard the conversation between the native below and the individual practicing the Golden Bodhi Breathing Technique.

"The saintess from Yandang Mountain Star Road? Screw your ancestors!"

Such language! Yang Xuan's face darkened slightly. Was not the "ancestor" of his saintess relative also his own grandfather? The native had just cursed his entire lineage. Qinglan, smiling, watched the spectacle unfold from outer space. With a dark expression, Yang Xuan said, "The one being beaten must be a subordinate of my relative."

On the ground, Yang Lin felt deeply wronged. He had merely been a little assertive in inviting the native to Yandang Mountain to meet their saintess, only to be violently thrashed for his trouble. The fault genuinely wasn't his. How could the native refer to "creatures like the saintess" in such an impolite tone? The lineage behind the saintess was incredibly formidable, boasting robust saints who had lived since ancient times. How could a saintess of such an evolved lineage not command respect? Therefore, Yang Lin had adopted a stern tone to correct the native. Instead, he suffered immense misfortune; despite his cultivation at the tenth-segment lock, he couldn't defeat the brutal native. Not only was he severely beaten, but he was also ridiculed.

"Judging by your lumpy body and the silver fleshy wings on your back, you must be from the Silver-Winged Yaksha clan, right?" Chu Feng asked, still delivering blows.

Yang Lin fought back desperately. Even though he was badly beaten, he continued to circulate the Golden Bodhi Breathing Technique, manifesting golden bodhi energy constructs around himself to resist Chu Feng. "I am of the Yaksha clan!" he declared openly.

"You truly deserve this beating! I won't kill you!" Chu Feng retorted. Not only did this person have an irritating tone, but he also had the audacity to suggest taking him to meet the Yaksha saintess! Although he had once boasted of hunting goddesses and celestial maidens, if it were a female Yaksha, he'd be wise to flee immediately; she was not to be provoked.

"Why should I be beaten just because I'm from the Yaksha clan?" Yang Lin fumed.

"Because you're so detestable, trying to make me meet a female Yaksha!" Chu Feng retorted, equally furious. Having experienced certain events firsthand, he now had some respect for related myths and legends, believing they often held a grain of truth. When encountering a creature like a female Yaksha, it was always best to keep as much distance as possible.

In outer space, Yang Xuan's face twitched, growing increasingly dark. His clan boasted a noble lineage; since when had they become the Yaksha clan? On the ground, Yang Lin felt utterly wronged and indignant upon hearing this. "The saintess and I are not of the same race!" he raged. "I am merely her follower! Her status and identity are unimaginably transcendent; she hails from a Sacred Race, capable of gazing down upon the entire stellar sea!"

"She's not a female Yaksha? You should've said so earlier! I've always wanted to 'hunt' those—ah, I mean, befriend—extraterrestrial saintesses and celestial maidens," Chu Feng remarked. He then added, "Is the race your saintess belongs to humanoid?"

"Haha..." In outer space, Qinglan, clad in ancient bronze armor, burst into laughter. He turned to Yang Xuan. "This native is quite amusing," he said. "It seems he's looking for a conquest and has set his sights on your relative."

Yang Xuan's face was grim as he looked down. "First, he cursed my grandfather, then questioned our lineage, and now he dares to desecrate my saintess relative," he seethed. "This despicable, shameless, vulgar native! When I descend, I'll beat him to death!"

"Haha..." Qinglan roared with laughter.

On the ground, Yang Lin felt incredibly stifled and awkward. What kind of questions was this brat asking, still discussing being humanoid? Was that even a question? He responded impatiently. "Our saintess is of unparalleled grace and beauty, her radiance illuminating the entire cosmos, inspiring countless heroes to bow before her," Yang Lin stated. "She arrived on this planet with goodwill, seeking no conflict, and simply wishes to meet with individuals like yourself for a discussion."

"Not bad," Chu Feng nodded, then asked, "Where is your saintess?"

"Within Yandang Mountain," Yang Lin replied.

Yandang Mountain! Chu Feng was startled. This was one of the renowned Three Mountains among the Three Mountains and Five Great Peaks. The star-path linked to it was certainly not ordinary. He grew wary.

Only then did Chu Feng's thoughts finally settle. Before this, his heart had felt suspended in a void, like a rootless duckweed. The successive departures of Yellow Ox, Big Black Ox, Lin Nuoyi, and others, knowing he might never see them again in this life, had filled him with profound sorrow. Consequently, he had acted impulsively along the way, feeling irritated by these extraterrestrial beings and consistently beating them as he encountered them.

Chu Feng decided against going to Yandang Mountain; he had no desire to invite trouble. If this supposed follower was a master of the Tenth Shackle Stage, then the saintess herself must be incredibly formidable. At the very least, her current reluctance to emerge from the folded space was telling, suggesting her evolutionary stage was exceedingly high. Chu Feng resolved to focus on his own evolution, to swiftly enhance his strength and unlock the various famous mountain dojos!

Before leaving, Chu Feng delivered another kick to Yang Lin. "Don't block my path," he stated. "I'll see her next time; I'm busy today."

Yang Lin was incandescent with rage, yet he knew he truly couldn't defeat this demon king. After he calmed down, a peculiar sense of gratitude even welled up within him. He had long heard that those who fell into the demon king's hands were typically beaten to death and then consumed, a savagery beyond compare. Today, he considered himself fortunate; upon reflection, he realized he should even be thankful to this native demon king for sparing his life.

In outer space, Qinglan was beside himself with amusement. Yang Xuan, however, was visibly enraged, his face a grim mask. That brat on the ground was truly arrogant. If he could descend, he would personally teach that fellow named Chu Feng a lesson.

Finally, unable to restrain himself, he activated the silver eye, pouring all his energy into it. The eye instantly unleashed a dazzling beam of light that shot directly towards the ground.

"Are you insane?!" Qinglan exclaimed.

"It's fine," Yang Xuan replied. "I merely caused it to manifest an unusual phenomenon; I didn't activate any divine spell!"

On the ground, Chu Feng was startled. A silver light inexplicably descended from the sky, blossoming nearby. It was strikingly bright, almost sacred, and utterly astonishing. It was clearly aimed at him, narrowly missing its target! It appeared to have no destructive power, yet it still gave him a fright. Chu Feng, annoyed, gestured rudely at the sky. "Screw you!" he retorted.

In orbit, Qinglan first stared in disbelief, then burst into uproarious laughter. Yang Xuan's face twitched, and he silently fumed, "Oh, sister, emerge from Yandang Mountain soon and help me eliminate him!" He activated the silver eye once more, sending down another light beam to startle Chu Feng.

"This is endless! Where is this light coming from? Is it trying to scare me, or perhaps... flirt with me?" Chu Feng wondered, feeling a bit uneasy. Finally, he raised his finger and yelled, "Flirt with your ancestor!"

At that moment, Qinglan was petrified, while Yang Xuan nearly turned livid!