Chapter 13: Peach Blossom Rain
Chen Ye turned his head to look and saw Ye Changsheng.
He was a little surprised, “It’s you, Wuxiao.”
“…”
“Don’t always put on that sour face, no wonder they call you Wuxiao,” Chen Ye laughed. “Don’t worry, we’re on the same side. The women of Wuhua Palace are the enemies.”
Chen Ye and Ye Changsheng were both cauldrons and occasionally interacted in Wuhua Palace; they weren’t strangers.
But Ye Changsheng paid little attention to Chen Ye, his gaze fixed on Ling Xiaoxing.
This made Chen Ye feel offended and inexplicably annoyed.
“Blood Fiend Palm!”
Just as Ye Changsheng’s attention shifted, revealing a slight opening, Chen Ye seized the opportunity and struck.
With this palm strike, he utilized the malevolent energy refined in his magical treasure, confident he could shatter the man’s head.
“He dodged?” Chen Ye exclaimed.
Ye Changsheng had effortlessly evaded the attack and even counter-attacked, nearly shattering Chen Ye’s bones.
“Blood Soul Cauldron!”
Chen Ye summoned his magical treasure, forcing Ye Changsheng away from him.
“So you were hiding something. What martial art was that?”
“That last move was just a casual strike, not a martial art,” Ye Changsheng said, landing beside Ling Xiaoxing.
“Don’t joke, your palm strike just now almost took me apart,” Chen Ye said, stretching his muscles.
“I’m just strong.”
“Let’s go with that for now,” Chen Ye said curiously. “How did you find me? The Shadow Splitting Talisman should have bought me more time.”
Chen Ye had indeed sensed the Shadow Splitting Talisman, meant to obscure vision, being destroyed.
But such a distant relocation in such a short time was impossible, especially finding his way within the Star Vortex formation.
Ye Changsheng didn’t answer directly. He took a talisman from Ling Xiaoxing, and a broken talisman fell from his own person.
Chen Ye recognized them.
They were a Tracking Talisman and an Earth Shrinking Talisman.
“I see. You placed a Tracking Talisman on this woman and used an Earth Shrinking Talisman to teleport. You actually used this woman as bait! You’re something else!” Chen Ye sneered.
Although Chen Ye’s attitude was dismissive on the surface, in his heart, he had already marked Ye Changsheng as a dangerous target.
Leaving aside the Tracking Talisman, the Earth Shrinking Talisman alone required a Talisman Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm to use.
This meant that this man, like himself, had a powerful backer!
“You spread rumors about me to distract attention, didn’t you?” Ye Changsheng said. “You’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble.”
Chen Ye’s eyes flickered. He cupped his hands and said, “Fellow Daoist Wuxiao! To be frank, I do have a backer. I infiltrated Wuhua Palace to steal the Flower Transferring Art, but it wasn’t intended to cause you trouble.”
“So you’re here to steal cultivation techniques.”
“As everyone knows, Wuhua Palace’s cultivation techniques are renowned throughout the world. They not only preserve youth and restore vitality but also enhance one’s spiritual power by absorbing others’ origins through cultivation together. Who wouldn’t be tempted?”
“So?”
“Why don’t we join forces and take down this wretched palace? I’ll let you have that woman,” Chen Ye said, feigning generosity with a smile.
He had already decided to feign politeness and recruit him now, and then find an opportunity to strike him down and refine him into a fierce ghost after leaving Wuhua Palace and lowering his guard.
“Are you still hesitating, Fellow Daoist Wuxiao? Rest assured, I have a great cultivator at the Integration Stage backing me. Not only do I welcome you, but I also welcome any powerful figures behind you to cooperate.”
“If you’re willing, Fellow Daoist Wuxiao, you can also consider joining our Sect. Our Sect would certainly be eager to welcome a capable individual like yourself!”
“Take this Blood Soul Pill as a welcome gift, Fellow Daoist Wuxiao.”
Chen Ye produced a pill surrounded by blood-red energy. The pill automatically absorbed spiritual power from its surroundings, indicating its considerable value.
This quality could only be achieved by a Pill Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm.
“What do you say, Fellow Daoist Wuxiao?”
Ye Changsheng slightly raised his hand.
As expected, cultivators were all the same. The righteous and demonic paths were no different; they were like dogs seeing a bone when presented with something good. How could they not be tempted? Chen Ye scorned inwardly.
*Whoosh!*
Chen Ye first felt a chill, followed by intense pain. A hole shaped like a peach blossom petal appeared on his palm, and the Blood Soul Pill had been obliterated!
“What do you mean by this!” Chen Ye roared.
“I’m not interested.”
“You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Blood Soul Cauldron!”
Chen Ye endured the searing pain, channeled his energy, and drove his magical treasure towards Ye Changsheng with immense force.
Ye Changsheng didn’t even summon his magical treasure. This arrogant act infuriated Chen Ye further. He used all his strength, determined to blast the man into oblivion.
*Clang!*
Ye Changsheng casually blocked the Blood Soul Cauldron with a single palm. Chen Ye’s magical treasure couldn’t even budge him an inch.
“You’re not a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm at all!” Chen Ye questioned.
“Then what realm are you?” Ye Changsheng retorted.
“I’m at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.”
“Oh, then I’m currently at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.”
“There are limits to how much you can belittle others. Don’t think you can spout nonsense just because you have some strength! Who doesn’t have some trump cards?”
Chen Ye couldn’t tolerate Ye Changsheng’s humiliation and took out a high-quality Blood Soul Pill he had prepared.
The Blood Soul Pill was a cruel concoction refined using the lives of nearly a hundred people, capable of drastically increasing power below the Golden Core Realm.
Although it had severe side effects, permanently reducing the total amount of origin spiritual power, it served as a potent killer move in low-level duels!
Under the effect of the Blood Soul Pill, malevolent energy roiled from Chen Ye’s body. His once handsome features contorted into a hideous appearance that could induce vomiting.
“Now, I am at the ninth level!” Chen Ye’s lips curled into a smile.
Ye Changsheng glanced around and murmured, “If I make a move here, it shouldn’t expose anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“If there are no witnesses, no one will suspect me,” Ye Changsheng said.
“You son of a bitch, you’re asking for death!! Thousand Soul Blood Sacrifice!!”
Chen Ye unleashed the same technique he had used on Ling Xiaoxing, but it was even more ferocious now. He released almost all the reserves in his cauldron, and the dance of thousands of fierce ghosts stained the Peach Forest Sea with an eerie dark purple.
If these fierce ghosts were lost, he could simply refine more. If the mission was successful, there would be generous rewards!
Ye Changsheng casually waved a gust of wind, striking the spiritual peach wood, causing a shower of peach blossoms.
“Flower Picking Finger.”
The sky rained peach blossoms, falling like a torrential downpour upon the fierce ghosts refined by Chen Ye. The ghosts wailed as they dissipated.
Countless petals descended, each containing a compressed force capable of moving mountains and filling seas. A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was no match for such immense power.
Chen Ye’s most proud technique was rendered a laughable joke by Ye Changsheng. His magical treasure swayed in the peach blossom downpour before finally shattering.
With his natal artifact, the Blood Soul Cauldron, ruthlessly destroyed, Chen Ye suffered a backlash, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Chen Ye had made a fatal mistake.
He had only perceived two layers, thinking Ye Changsheng was at the first, when in reality, Ye Changsheng was at the fifth.
Peach petals rustled onto the ground. Ye Changsheng stood amidst the peach blossom rain, yet not a single petal touched him.
It was like facing an abyss with no end in sight, only instilling endless fear in Chen Ye’s heart.
“Why do you possess such strength…” Chen Ye stared at Ye Changsheng in terror. “…and still willingly be a cauldron in Wuhua Palace?”
