Chapter 618: Chapter Seventy-one, Spare Me.
“I’m not late, we agreed on today,” Ye Changsheng said.
A sly expression appeared on Lu Yue’s face. “But we set the time for You Shi (around 5 PM to 7 PM), and you arrived a bit late, just missing it.”
“Can that even count?”
“Of course, don’t even think about escaping.”
“There’s a punishment too…” Ye Changsheng looked troubled. “If possible, I don’t want to accept it.”
“Changsheng, it’s not good to cheat.”
“Then give me a chance.”
“What chance?” Lu Yue asked.
Ye Changsheng wiggled his fingers, and a chessboard appeared between them.
“If I win, the punishment will be waived.”
“And if you lose?”
“Then the punishment will be doubled, and you can do whatever you please.”
Hearing Ye Changsheng’s request, Lu Yue’s interest was piqued.
“Then I’ll indulge Changsheng a little and play a game with you.”
Ye Changsheng sat opposite Lu Yue. They played chess by the lake under the moon, with Lu Yue making the first move.
Over the years, Ye Changsheng often spent time like this with Lu Yue.
Ye Changsheng had never beaten his Master at chess, only being bullied.
With Lu Yue, there were wins and losses, which was always more fun.
“Did you hear? The three Immortal Kings in the Origin Realm are close to reaching the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm.” Lu Yue spoke first.
After creating the new universe, Ye Changsheng had incorporated the Origin Realm into it. It had since become a sacred ground for cultivators.
Within the Origin Realm, there were more abundant cultivation resources, but also fiercer competition. Only cultivators with extraordinary potential could possibly stand their ground and climb step by step.
Under the law of the fittest, the Origin Realm had increasingly more powerful individuals.
“Really? They can all reach the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm?”
“Yes. I heard all three of them have been to the Star of the Demon and survived, receiving the Immortal Emperor inheritance “Primordial Scripture” from before the Primordial Epoch. One of them is even someone we know.”
“Who?”
Ye Changsheng rarely paid attention to external affairs on Qixia Isle.
“Wang Xiaox.”
“It’s really her?”
Ye Changsheng was a little surprised but understood immediately.
After all, in the universe he created, there were no such “unreasonable laws” as “you cannot learn Immortal Emperor inheritance.” Even if one came into contact with it, they wouldn’t be erased by the Tribulation of Great Dao.
“The other two are also strange fellows,” Lu Yue said. “One is a talking Panda, not even a member of the Demon Race, and one is a doll of a yellow-skinned rat.”
Ye Changsheng couldn’t help but almost laugh out loud.
My goodness, all three of them were his acquaintances.
“It’s said that Wang Xiaox and the Panda have a bad relationship and fight whenever they meet. I haven’t seen that doll yet…”
“You will see him later,” Ye Changsheng said. “You know him too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. You’ll understand when you meet him later.” Ye Changsheng pretended to be mysterious.
“Changsheng, it’s really boring to be coy and speak in riddles.”
“You used to love speaking in riddles too.”
“I couldn’t help it back then, but I’ve changed this habit now! As for you, Changsheng, you’ve become a riddle person now.”
“Have I?”
“Look at you, you used to be so diligent, but now you’re idle all day, fooling around everywhere, without giving any reason.”
“I’ve retired. The future belongs to the more energetic youngsters. I will silently watch over them!”
“Retire? Hmph… you’re trying to fool me again. You’re only a little over two hundred years old, and you’re retiring. Besides, you’re getting lazier and lazier, and you don’t like cultivating.”
“If I cultivate all day, how will I have time to play with you!” Ye Changsheng said righteously.
At the same time, he made a move and found himself at a disadvantage. As he was thinking about how to recover, Lu Yue interrupted his thoughts.
“Come to play with me? I think that’s just an excuse.”
Ye Changsheng’s expression became a little stiff, and he coughed a few times. “Senior Sister Yue’er, what are you saying? I don’t understand.”
“You came to me today to seek refuge, didn’t you?”
“Seek refuge? Do I need to seek refuge? I’m just an innocent Nascent Soul cultivator. Who have I offended that I need to seek refuge?”
“I know, the Sword Emperor is looking for you.”
Lu Yue had an expression that said, “Stop pretending.”
Ye Changsheng’s gaze drifted.
“What do you plan to do?”
“I don’t want to agree. The few of you are already enough. If another one comes, I can’t handle it.”
“If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Who told you to hit and run.”
“Hey, hey, hey, that’s going too far. I didn’t have any intentions like that back then. I’m not a scumbag who preys on children!” Ye Changsheng retorted.
The Sword Emperor was an incredibly beautiful girl and an extremely powerful Sword Cultivator. Due to her exceptional talent and limitless future, she had become a Saintess meticulously nurtured by a powerful Immortal Saint in the Origin Realm.
Her name was Fan Tongtong.
She was the little girl Ye Changsheng had saved in his hometown, Jinglan City, the descendant of Sword Saint Fan Lin.
In a sense, she was also Ye Changsheng’s fiancée.
Back then, Tongtong had said she wanted to be Ye Changsheng’s bride. Ye Changsheng had dismissed it as childish prattle and agreed.
Who would have thought…
Fan Tongtong had actually taken it seriously and never forgot. After growing up, she forced Ye Changsheng to fulfill his promise from back then.
Moreover, her talent was immense. In the current cultivation world, she was known as the Sword Emperor, and her strength was not to be underestimated.
“Spare me.”
Ye Changsheng didn’t want Yingying to destroy the world again.
He wore a helpless expression. No matter how many times he refused now, it was useless. Fan Tongtong was set on him and was forcing him to yield.
“You made the mess, you solve it yourself,” Lu Yue pouted.
“Help me out, Senior Sister Yue’er.”
Lu Yue was silent for a moment, then smiled. “Changsheng, rather than thinking about that, you should focus on how to deal with the girl in front of you. I won.”
The chess game ended, and Lu Yue won. As they had agreed, he had to obediently accept his punishment.
“Oh dear, I fell for your chatting tactic, it’s my loss,” Ye Changsheng surrendered. “Senior Sister Yue’er, what do you want me to do?”
Lu Yue leaned closer, her face near Ye Changsheng’s. She whispered in his ear, “Then, Changsheng, you’ll have to let me do as I please.”
The lake at Moon Invitation Peak quieted down, and no more conversation could be heard.
…
“A beautiful woman is a disaster, a beautiful woman is a disaster,” Ye Changsheng muttered. “Whatever, I won’t think about those things for now. I need to go back quickly.”
A night passed. He left the White Emperor Sword Sect and returned to Wuji Immortal Realm.
He had originally planned to sneak back before Mo Baizhi noticed and do something, but he was caught red-handed.
“Oh? Who is this? How unusual that you actually know how to come back.”
Ye Changsheng heard a slightly sarcastic voice. Only she would speak like this.
The petite Mo Baizhi stood on the steps, gently fanning herself with a maple leaf fan. Despite her ethereal appearance as a maiden, she looked at Ye Changsheng with disdain, as if he were mere dust.
He thought to himself, ‘This is quite something.’
However, Ye Changsheng was feeling guilty and couldn’t appreciate her beauty. He put on a smile and replied, “Master, your beloved disciple is back!”
“Beloved disciple? How amusing,” Mo Baizhi narrowed her eyes and sneered. “Are you referring to the worthless disciple who left Wuji Immortal Realm for so long, yet made no progress in cultivation and remains at the Nascent Soul realm?”
Ye Changsheng felt embarrassed to meet Mo Baizhi’s gaze.
‘No, I need to find a way to handle Master here.’
Looking at his Master, whose expression showed a hint of anger, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Ye Changsheng’s mind.
‘Got it!’
