ISWI Chapter 760-762 (Patreon)

Chapter 760: Don't Treat Your Uncle Ye Like That!

Cultivators possessed formidable divine sense. Yet most harbored secrets they wished hidden, so arrays to block divine sense abounded. Anyone who could afford pills installed such formations around their residences.

Great clans employed even stronger ones. Otherwise, a clan leader enjoying time with his wife—or an ancestor emerging from long seclusion needing release—would prove inconvenient.

As a top-tier great clan, the Heavenly Demon Clan's arrays were supreme—even Quasi-Immortals might struggle to penetrate silently. Thus, Ye Chen truly hadn't noticed their approach. Otherwise, he would have agreed to Yan Wenwen's plea for a few more days of "repayment."

Yet even caught by his little tea princess and Little Peacock King, Ye Chen remained unruffled. His persona was already set—no house to collapse.

Yan Wenwen faced the pair with calm, her moist eyes blinking serenely. The arrivals, however, stared in shock. Yao Yuezhi's emerald eyes filled with astonishment, sorrow, and disbelief. Her delicate face paled instantly, her entire frame radiating fragility. She even staggered back two steps.

Yet a glint of triumph hid in her gaze toward Yan Wenwen. She had suspected something amiss long ago. She had deliberately invited Little Peacock King today. Purely to shame Yan Wenwen into never returning. An old woman, stealing her man. Had she no face?

Thus, the only one truly shocked and incredulous was the Little Peacock King. Gazing at his radiant mother, his handsome face flushed crimson. She had been gone seven days. He had assumed she was discussing the Dao with Yao Yuezhi's mother.

But Yao Yuezhi, visiting, said she hadn't seen her. Puzzled, he came with her to check. Only to witness this staggering scene.

"You… you two…"

Little Peacock King trembled with rage, phantom images flickering around him—as though reverting to primal form. Especially toward Ye Chen—murderous intent surged. His finger shook as he pointed. "I regarded you as a benefactor. Even when the clan cut resources, I refused to strike you—and warned you! Yet you want to be my father?"

Seeing him point at Ye Chen, Yan Wenwen furrowed her phoenix brows. "How can you point at your lifesaver? That's far too rude!"

Little Peacock King stared in disbelief. Now you lecture me on manners?

As a man, Ye Chen couldn't stay silent. Smiling, he stepped forward. "It's fine. Little Peacock is still young."

Then gravely to Little Peacock King, "The deed is done. Anger changes nothing. As cultivators, let's face it openly. No need for formalities. You needn't call me father—you call me uncle, I'll call you nephew."

At those words, smoke practically poured from the Little Peacock King's head. His face twisted. He scanned left and right—as though seeking a weapon. Ye Chen felt that, having done the deed, he couldn't shirk uncle duties—even if unwilling to be stepfather. It would ease Yan Wenwen's heart.

Thus, he asked solicitously, "Nephew, what are you looking for? Uncle will fetch it!"

Little Peacock King clenched his fists. Five-colored divine light instantly formed a divine spear. The next moment, it stabbed toward Ye Chen!

Ye Chen arched a brow. Men who dared raise a hand against him mostly died. But given Little Peacock King's special status, he decided a finger block would suffice.

Yet in that instant, Yan Wenwen flashed forward, her alluring form shielding Ye Chen. She scolded Little Peacock King angrily, "Don't treat your Uncle Ye like that…"

The spear halted abruptly.

Little Peacock King's twisted expression brimmed with complexity. The spear dissipated. He shot Ye Chen a furious glare, then turned and stormed off.

Yan Wenwen sighed, rubbing her temples as she consoled Ye Chen. "You've been so good to him, yet he acts this way. I'll speak to him properly when we return. Next time, he won't."

Ye Chen shook his head understandingly, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. "It's fine. The boy's young—I understand…"

Little Peacock King, reaching the door, sensed something and whipped around. "Don't touch my mom…"

…

Little Peacock King stormed off.

Yan Wenwen, still eager to continue her "repayment," sensed the poor timing and left reluctantly. Before departing, she cast two deep glances at Yao Yuezhi.

Yao Yuezhi continued feigning heartbreak, sorrow, and shock.

Ye Chen strode over. He swept Yao Yuezhi into his arms.

Her face etched with grief, she murmured, "Brother, I never knew you two were… doing such things! I should have realized you prefer mature women. Little me can't satisfy you… It's all my fault—not yours… I won't blame you. I only blame myself. No wonder you always stop short—I'm simply unworthy of you…"

Watching Yao Yuezhi's acting, Ye Chen's mouth twitched. How could he miss that this little minx was acting? His little green tea needed a lesson. Too lazy for words, he slipped a precious herb into her arms. Then scooped her up and carried her toward the cave abode.

Yao Yuezhi's face remained half-dead with sorrow, but the herb startled her. Before she could react, she was already inside. She wasn't surprised Ye Chen saw through her act. Her performance aimed solely to shame Yan Wenwen into staying away. Yet Yan Wenwen had remained utterly composed, clearly planning to return. These mature women truly had no shame.

Soon, the cave abode doors sealed shut. Anticipation filled Yao Yuezhi. Finally her turn? But moments later, her plaintive voice echoed from within. "Brother, please stop drinking—do something…"

…

Outside the Heavenly Demon Clan encampment.

Yan Wenwen, radiant and buoyant, followed leisurely behind Little Peacock King. Seeing his mother utterly unconcerned only fueled his rage. He halted, intent on questioning her. But Yan Wenwen struck first. "My talent once rivaled your aunt's. Yet I married, met my husband only once, and he died… then I had you—splitting my focus. I've toiled to raise you. Am I not allowed my own life now? Must I widow myself forever for a man I barely knew?"

Little Peacock King felt instantly suppressed. He stammered wordlessly. "I… Mother, of course you deserve a new life—but why Ye Chen?"

Yan Wenwen arched a brow. "What's wrong with Ye Chen? He's merely broad in love. That's no flaw—it's a virtue. In the cultivation world, only strength enables such breadth."

Little Peacock King wanted to protest—Ye Chen coveted his aunt too; he wasn't good. But realization dawned, eyes brightening. Yes—if Ye Chen had his mother now. He must have given up on Aunt. His chance had returned…

…

Chapter 761: My Innocence Is Mine to Decide!

After thinking it through, Little Peacock King's mood brightened considerably. He realized it wasn't entirely bad. Ye Chen possessed profound foundations, extraordinary strength, and the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo—his body was terrifyingly robust.

As a pillar for his mother, few could rival him. Though it felt awkward, he could simply avoid Ye Chen in the future. Thus, with faint apology, he said, "Sorry, Mom. I spoke too loudly earlier."

Yan Wenwen blinked in surprise, unprepared for her son's reasonableness. She had braced for a beating to set him straight. A relieved smile bloomed. "Good. Cultivate diligently. I'll have your Uncle Ye guide you more—he'll help you go further on the immortal path."

Little Peacock King's mouth twitched. He skipped the topic. "Mom, you and Aunt are so close—will you hide this from her?"

This must reach Aunt's ears. With their bond, learning that Ye Chen was her mother's man would surely extinguish any feelings for him.

Yan Wenwen shook her head at once. "Hide it from Ruyu? Why? The moment she returns from the Immortal Road, I'll tell her everything!"

Little Peacock King's face lit with wild joy. Yan Wenwen recalled Ye Chen's heightened excitement at the mere mention of Yan Ruyu. Her cheeks flushed. When she truly drew Yan Ruyu in, that wicked fellow would be overjoyed…

Mother and son reconciled fully, both in high spirits as they headed toward the Peacock Clan encampment. They chatted casually about the auction starting next week.

…

In the current Myriad Races Immortal City, the hottest topic was this year's exceptionally grand auction—far livelier than past events.

Nearly daily, the catalog was updated. Clans unearthed exceedingly rare treasures for bidding—not only cave heaven aids but oddities of every category.

Such fervor stemmed from two motives.

First, to probe Ye Chen. Second, the cultivation world brimmed with resources and wonders. Great clans hoarded many useless treasures—previously withheld for fear of arming enemies.

But times changed. The Age of Dharma's End loomed; clans stockpiled resources. And the city held the fat sheep: the Heavenly Emperor heir. Wealthy beyond measure—if timed right to pique his interest, massive profits awaited.

As for arming the foe—they feared not. Once he left the Immortal City, myriad races' prodigies would swarm to slay him. Selling high now meant reclaiming later—double profit.

With such calculations, enthusiasm soared. Cultivators flooded in. The city grew ever more prosperous. Myriad races prodigies shifted attitudes, too.

Initially, upon Ye Chen's arrival, dread filled them. Many fled on excuses, fearing the baleful star. Even those bearing no fondness spoke of him with wary respect as "Heavenly Emperor heir."

Lately, however, casual chatter flowed with "Ye the Fourth." Those who departed returned one by one, all brimming with confidence—convinced his plummeting strength stripped his former menace. Together, with him weakened and them strengthened, slaying him would prove effortless.

…

Within the Heavenly Demon Clan, inside a certain cave abode, a domineering woman with flowing purple hair sat cross-legged. Suddenly, her aura surged violently. Purple strands danced wildly as her breathtakingly beautiful face radiated soul-stirring allure. She slowly opened her eyes, sensing her cultivation's advancement. A smile curved her lips. She had reached mid-third heaven.

Though Ye Chen's favoritism toward Yao Yuezhi and others filled her with resentment and frustration. The Dao Cauldron remained forever out of reach. Following him these days had brought tangible gains. Daily Dao Charm Pills nourished her, occasionally supplemented by rare treasures—vastly accelerating her progress. She now matched most prodigies.

Yet deep down, Luo Bingling remained unsatisfied. She craved faster growth. "Must I truly offer myself for that Dao Cauldron? But once I do, wouldn't I be bound to him for life? This…"

She had agonized over it before, unable to decide—opting instead for secluded cultivation. Lost in thought, she sensed a talisman vibrating in her storage ring—the link to her clan elders. She retrieved it and listened intently as information flooded in.

In an instant, her eyes widened as though struck by lightning—heaven itself collapsing. During her seclusion, Ye Chen had truly let Yao Yuezhi drain his cave heaven? Yao Yuezhi's strength exploded—enough to kill that bitch Feng Youhuang? How much had she taken from him? How had Yao Yuezhi not burst? Unacceptable—truly unacceptable. Why did Ye Chen favor Yao Yuezhi so excessively?

In Luo Bingling's view, such devotion meant Yao Yuezhi could likely demand the Dao Cauldron and receive it. It left her deeply aggrieved. All her prior efforts—hands, feet, even feeding him—felt wasted. Unless she gave herself completely.

Luo Bingling was spurred by Yao Yuezhi's provocation. This time, he truly wanted to. Not for anything else—just to vent her anger.

…

Her mind in turmoil, she continued listening. Her face darkened instantly. Ye Chen's cave heaven withered, his cultivation fallen. Myriad races prodigies planned to assassinate him. And her clan ordered her to surrender her purity to Ye Chen. To seize the final chance for the Dao Cauldron. Even without it, extract more Dao Charm Pills—to hasten their divine son's progress.

Moreover, stay by Ye Chen's side, strike the fatal blow at the critical moment—securing greater spoils for the War God Clan. After all, Ye Chen brimmed with treasures. Prioritizing seizure would bolster their divine son.

Reading the elders' instructions, her face grew so grim water could drip from it. Dao Charm Pills for the divine son—betray Ye Chen, seize treasures, aid the divine son. Everything for him?

The War God Clan's rules remained unchanged for ages. Yet the elders casually demanded her sacrifice. She wasn't abandoned—she had never been treated as human. Merely a stepping stone for the divine son.

In that moment, Luo Bingling felt no lingering attachment to the War God Clan. Once, she had dreamed of rising, returning in glory, making the clan proud of her. Now, those dreams scattered like smoke.

"My innocence shall serve my own future…"

Luo Bingling ground her teeth, eyes narrowing. "What is that divine son? Why must I sacrifice for him? One day, I'll exterminate his entire line! And Yao Yuezhi—why does she always overshadow me?"

Fury mounted. Golden armor gleamed brilliantly

She rose abruptly. With a wave of her hand, the long-sealed cave abode doors boomed open.

Luo Bingling stepped out resolutely, striding toward Ye Chen's cave abode…

Chapter 762: Luo Bingling Had an Epiphany!

Inside the cave abode.

Ye Chen sat in meditation, the Dao Cauldron's phantom hovering around him. After a long while, his brows twitched. He withdrew from cultivation, and the phantom slowly dissipated. A faint smile touched his face.

The spiritual plants from Yao Yuezhi's feedback, planted in his Primordial Cave Heaven, had greatly boosted his training. With the Dao Cauldron's amplification, his progress accelerated relentlessly. In less than two and a half years, he might charge straight into fourth heaven.

Outside the cave abode, a visitor arrived just then.

Ye Chen rose and opened the door. Seeing her, he arched a brow. That familiar slim waist—who else but Luo Bingling? She had emerged from seclusion. And reached mid-third heaven.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Fairy Luo…"

Ye Chen offered his felicitations. Yet he felt no joy at her presence. A four-thousand-fold without critical potential held little appeal. In the Myriad Races Immortal City, he could find more useful options. Before he finished speaking, however, Luo Bingling strode forward aggressively.

Ye Chen blinked in surprise.

Did she learn of his cave heaven origin gift and come to settle scores?

No.

What standing did she have to demand accountability from him?

Irritation flickered.

But the next instant, Luo Bingling seized both his hands, shoving him back against the cave door. Her warrior goddess build towered nearly as tall as his. No need to tilt her head—she kissed him directly.

Ye Chen: ???

Wall-donged? Had Luo Bingling gone full domineering CEO? He considered refusing, but ultimately let her. She pinned and kissed him.

As Ye Chen drew a sharp breath, surprise dawned. Had Yao Yuezhi's feats spurred her? Was she offering herself freely? Not unwelcome. Post-offering, her multiplier might hit eight thousand—with a one-day cooldown. Perfect for volume gifts like pills or plants.

Just then, Yao Yuezhi approached from the courtyard. "Brother, the auction catalog added several treasures today. I sense something off with this auction—the myriad races' mood feels…"

Her words caught in her throat. Before her eyes, her brother—pinned against the door by a golden-armored figure. Had their heads not pressed so close, she might have thought an intruder had subdued him.

Recognizing the armored woman, Yao Yuezhi arched a brow dismissively. Fresh off shooing that shameless Yan Wenwen, Luo Bingling emerged. She guessed Luo Bingling chased the Dao Cauldron. Yet posed no threat.

The War God Clan prized lifelong fidelity, rarely intermarrying. Luo Bingling couldn't cross her own heart's barrier. A few pecks marked her limit. Once realizing no chance, she'd leave without prompting. No worry needed.

Yao Yuezhi paused briefly before continuing casually. "Many myriad races prodigies disrespect you now, Brother—daring nicknames and such. But don't worry. I noted their names. When the time comes, I'll kill them all…"

Her tone stayed even, unfazed.

Ye Chen's ties to the Heavenly Demon Clan kept such news from him. Little Peacock King, too furious last visit, hadn't mentioned it. Mouth sealed, Ye Chen couldn't respond.

Luo Bingling glanced at Yao Yuezhi, sensing her increasingly terrifying aura. Resentment boiled deeper. All this should have been mine. No more hesitation, she scooped Ye Chen up, carried him inside, and flashed Yao Yuezhi a provocative look

Curiosity flickered in Yao Yuezhi's eyes. She tucked a stray lock behind her ear and followed in.

…

Inside the cave abode, Luo Bingling paid no heed to Yao Yuezhi following her in. On the contrary, it heightened her anticipation. She launched into familiar pre-battle preparations with practiced ease.

This surprised Yao Yuezhi, who stood nearby in her white dress like a delicate little flower. She hadn't expected the War God Clan's Luo Bingling to set aside pride and disdain Ye Chen.

Instead, she handled everything with remarkable skill. Many techniques were new even to Yao Yuezhi—watching alone proved enlightening.

At that moment, Luo Bingling resembled a grandmaster who had mastered countless schools.

Half an hour later, preparations were complete. A brief hesitation flickered in Luo Bingling's heart. But recalling the elders' words, her eyes hardened with resolve.

Family couldn't be relied upon—only herself. She had to win Ye Chen's heart, claim the Dao Cauldron, and accelerate her cultivation. One day, crush the divine son utterly, slap every face in the War God Clan—never again daring to look down on others. Yet she rose.

Ye Chen sighed inwardly. Still not ready to give herself freely? This halfway limbo felt awkward. He couldn't touch his little tea princess. Surely not seek Auntie Yan again! But he overthought it. Luo Bingling merely shifted direction. Back to him, facing Yao Yuezhi directly. She lowered herself gently…

Ye Chen inhaled sharply. Luo Bingling inhaled sharply. Yao Yuezhi's eyes widened, emerald depths filled with shock. Had Luo Bingling lost her mind? Abandoning War God Clan traditions? The clan prized custom above all—if discovered, she might be expelled!

Luo Bingling's lips curved toward Yao Yuezhi. Then she busied herself unconcerned. This proved rather intriguing.

Ye Chen admired Luo Bingling's flawless waist dimples—truly pleasing to the eye. Her waist was perfection itself, without flaw.

Yao Yuezhi met Luo Bingling's gaze. Her cheeks flushed genuinely. It was, after all, her first time witnessing such a scene. And from Luo Bingling's expression—like breaking through a realm—she seemed genuinely blissful. This truly appeared fascinating. No wonder that woman Yan Wenwen kept coming. Would it soon be her turn?

Lost in wild thoughts, Yao Yuezhi suddenly froze. Next moment, she touched her hair—damp and plastered to her forehead—and gazed at Luo Bingling with aggrieved eyes.

Luo Bingling showed no remorse. "Sorry—the cave abode is too small…"

With that, a buoyant Luo Bingling turned away, feeling lighter throughout her body…