ISWI Chapter 648-649

Chapter 648: Practically Polished!

"That's the Heavenly Emperor's heir? Truly domineering!"

"His womanizing reputation is real. First time in Central Continent, heading to the Immortal Path, and still with a female companion!"

"His taste is impeccable. That woman's waist is mesmerizing."

"Yi Qingwu is top-tier, and Gu Yunyun, who sliced prodigies at the Immortal Path, is the top female sword cultivator. The fourth Holy Son's picks are never lacking."

"Tch, vertical pupil, purple hair—War God Clan?"

"The Heavenly Emperor's heir spares no one, even the myriad races."

"Rumor says War God Clan women are wild, yet she's docile as a kitten beside him, not minding his hand on her navel."

"That waist? I'd never tire of it!"

"The War God Clan feuded with the Heavenly Emperor, yet their descendant submits to his heir? Afraid of repeating the Star River Clan's fate?"

"The Heavenly Emperor's heir is our role model!"

"Making the War God Clan so wary—he's our role model!"

As Ye Chen neared the Central Continent's heart, more spectators gathered to witness him. Passing an immortal city, cultivators crowded above, buzzing with admiration for his presence. Some came to challenge him but, seeing him, lost all nerve. His path was unobstructed, not a single challenger.

Luo Bingling, now used to Ye Chen's waist-touching, overheard monks mocking her. Her striking face darkened with killing intent. Her vertical pupil cracked open slightly. Terrifying power surged, her brow seeming to connect to a purgatory.

Instantly, dozens of golden divine beams shot toward the mockers. They, at the Unity stage, paled upon reacting. Her pupil's strange force froze them, sealing their Qi and domains. In a flash, the beams engulfed them. When the surge faded, they were gone, annihilated.

Silence fell. All revered Luo Bingling's ruthless cruelty. Some were furious—how dare a myriad race member act so boldly? One of the youths was tied to a Central Continent Holy Land. His guardian, enraged, charged out but froze under her gaze. Same Second Heaven, yet terrified. His anger and killing intent vanished as fast as he appeared.

Luo Bingling, new to the world, was unknown to many. Now, someone guessed her identity: War God Clan princess, Luo Bingling.

Gasps followed. Not just for her status. Their awe for Ye Chen deepened. Taming a War God Clan princess? In finding Dao companions, the Heavenly Emperor's heir surpassed the Emperor ten thousand times!

Ye Chen, knowing Luo Bingling wasn't harmless, wasn't surprised or bothered by her killing. On Earth, loose talk might mean detention. In the cultivation world, it meant death. Those men brought it on themselves.

"The Immortal Path's close. You've been touching for so long. Tired? Take a break!" Luo Bingling said, mood lifted after killing, glancing at him helplessly. Her navel gem felt dulled, practically polished by his touch.

Ye Chen smiled. "Fellow Daoist Luo, you're the heavens' finest creation. I'll never tire. I only wish the Endless Sea were longer…"

Luo Bingling's lips twitched, silent. Such perverseness was rare even among the myriad races. But in the Immortal Path, challengers awaited—many. He'd be too busy fighting to keep touching. Let him have his moment; it'd been nearly a month and a half. No big deal.

…

Another day passed. They reached a massive immortal city, boundless and grand. Strict rules: no flying below Saint level. They landed at the gate, stowed the chariot, and walked in. Their entry drew countless gazes.

Some, initially eager to challenge Ye Chen, retreated after a glance. Powerful figures radiated killing intent but restrained themselves, sensing the auras arriving with Ye Chen. Despite many watching, nothing happened.

Ye Chen, unfazed, scanned the crowd, in good spirits. The city, simply called Immortal City, hosted the Immortal Path's entrance at its center. When the Heavenly Emperor destroyed the Jianmu Tree, its fragments, rooted in divinity, formed a unique world.

It evolved into nine realms, the Nine Realms. Strict rules governed: low-realm cultivators could advance freely.

A First Heaven could enter the first, second, or third realms—even rush to the end if they dared. But higher-realm cultivators couldn't backtrack. A Second Heaven couldn't enter the first realm. Cultivators could only move forward.

Ye Chen, pondering, reached the city center. A massive, ancient teleportation array hung in the void. Stepping in led to the Immortal Path.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, let's go! The second realm's relic news leaked somehow. Many prodigies have gathered. If we're late, it might be claimed," Luo Bingling said, exhaling in relief.

Finally here.

Ye Chen didn't rush. Scanning, he saw no familiar faces or those who attacked his master or chased his senior brother. They were either in the Immortal Path or hiding.

"No one's stopping me?" he boomed, voice echoing through the crowd. Their faces shifted. During his absence, some Central Continent prodigies targeted his allies—everyone knew. The Heavenly Emperor's heir was here for revenge!

Chapter 649: No Need To Be Bhy

Ye Chen's words were outrageously arrogant, dismissing Central Continent's prodigies. Some retorted, unconvinced.

"My senior brother, this era's Feather Transformation Divine Body, awaits you in the second realm!"

"My brother, the Firmament Overlord Body, vows to crush you, washing away past shame."

"The Heavenly Demon Body's there too."

"The Solar Body came out of seclusion!"

Ye Chen, hearing the defiance, didn't anger—he smiled. Old foes gathering? Perfect for a clean sweep.

"If they're waiting, I'll send them off early!"

No more words, he drifted toward the teleportation array.

Luo Bingling leaped up beside him, extending a hand. "You're only First Heaven, and it's your first time. Entering alone sends you to the first realm. Join me, and we'll go straight to the second realm."

Ye Chen smiled, not taking her hand. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her vertical pupil trembled, but she endured, letting him nearly embrace her as they stepped into the array.

The crowd gasped. Luo Bingling killed for mere words, yet was docile beside the Heavenly Emperor's heir. Astounding!

The array flared with divine light, and they vanished. Spectators were shaken—some rushed to follow, others awaited news. All were curious about the coming battle.

The Immortal Path's cruelty lay in the absence of higher-realm protectors. In the cultivation world, prodigies had protectors who intervened, keeping fights non-lethal. Not on the Immortal Path—no one saved you.

Battles were brutal. Since its opening, many prodigies had fallen. The Heavenly Emperor's heir was clearly here for revenge. A shocking, bloody prodigy war loomed. Who would win?

The heir was strong, but the Immortal Path had changed much since its opening. Opportunities had transformed many.

The Heavenly Demon Body found a predecessor's tomb in the first realm, gaining immense benefits. The Firmament Overlord Body, more terrifying, swept all with his Overlord Fist, felling countless prodigies. The Feather Transformation Divine Body and others also gained fortunes, vastly improved. They weren't their old selves. Crucially, they were Second Heaven, a realm above Ye Chen. He couldn't repeat his past feat of one against six. The battle would be fierce.

While spectators speculated, Feng Baiyu and others in Immortal City weren't concerned. They knew Ye Chen's strength too well. The Immortal Path, without guardians, was his ideal battlefield. No worries needed. They'd wait for his return, guarding him in Immortal City.

Ye Chen opened his eyes to a vast mountain range. Sensing the dense spiritual qi, he raised a brow—higher than outside. The laws here were more active, easier to grasp. Cultivating here was faster than outside. No wonder prodigies flocked to the Immortal Path.

Decent, but for Ye Chen, meh. Compared to chewing Enlightenment Tea Tree leaves while sitting on the Dao Cauldron, it was leagues behind. No appeal.

After crushing the Central Continent prodigies who blocked his allies, injured his master, and killed his senior brother's avatar, he'd return to Greater Yan.

Luo Bingling, seeing him zone out, slipped from his embrace, explaining, "The Jianmu Tree is mystical, holding many spatial fragments. Each realm is nearly half the size of the Central Continent! Leaving and re-entering lands you randomly. The relic I found is that way…"

She pointed.

Ye Chen nodded, summoning the chariot. Luo Bingling, her golden armor gleaming, planned to fly solo. The chariot was great, but her waist couldn't take more.

Ye Chen smirked, grabbed her waist, and pulled her aboard. "No need to be shy, Fellow Daoist Luo. Let's go!"

Her lips twitched. Fine, one more time. Just waist-touching.

...

"There it is. The news leaked—too many people!" she said a week later, squinting ahead, frowning. "I suspect Dugu Sheng."

Ye Chen stayed silent, sensing distant warlike auras, smiling. Familiar presences among them. Who leaked didn't matter. Third Heaven cultivators couldn't enter the second realm. No number of foes meant anything to him.

The Kun Peng true spirit roared. The chariot sped forward.

Luo Bingling glanced at Ye Chen, a hint of approval in her eyes. Despite his flaws, his fearless stance against countless enemies impressed her War God Clan blood. She'd learned many had come.

Twelve peak Second Heaven prodigies—humans and myriad races. All elite, with immense combat power. Even the Heavenly Emperor, surrounded by so many, would've fallen.

Ye Chen would face a brutal fight. She'd stand by him, fighting side by side. He'd trust and adore her more. Then, she'd "sacrifice" the Space Divine Stone to him. His trust and affection would max out.

Unlike his other women, who only took, she'd risk her life and give him treasures. If that didn't hook him, what would? While he touched her waist, she'd ask. If the Dao Cauldron was his, he wouldn't hide it…