Chapter 937 - 443: What Does It Mean for Master to Be Courted? (1)

The spiritual Qi in Wuyang Palace is abundant.

Compared to Lingyin Sect, its spiritual power exceeds that within the peaks of the Inner Sect.

This is because Emotion Crossing Sect has constructed a large spiritual gathering formation here, concentrating the majority of the surrounding spiritual power without considering the cultivation needs of other cultivators.

The spiritual power turns into strands of white mist, swirling around the white jade halls.

Not far away, a group of palace buildings with flying eaves and interlocking ridges tower majestically, occasionally circled by celestial cranes.

"At first glance, it seems more orthodox than Lingyin Sect itself."

Chen Ye felt a chill in his heart.

Even though he wasn’t intentionally probing,

he could sense terrifying auras hidden within this cluster of buildings.

"Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, please follow me."

Outside the formation, a steward in a gray robe was already waiting.

After verifying the token in Chen Ye’s hand, he made a gesture inviting him to proceed, then led the way ahead.

Composing himself, Chen Ye followed closely behind the steward.

After passing through several quiet and winding corridors, Chen Ye grew secretly alarmed.

Just as that guiding Demon Cultivator had said, due to the Divine Son’s return, Wuyang Palace was heavily guarded.

Every three steps there was a post, every five steps a patrol, and the patrolling Demon Guards were elite, with Foundation Establishment Late Period Guardians scanning with Divine Sense in secret.

Fortunately, with the token endorsement from Huayue Mansion’s Gu Tangyin, those Divine Senses swept past Chen Ye without lingering.

Soon, the two stopped in front of a heavy bronze door engraved with calming runes.

"This is the Purifying Heart Hall."

The gray-robed steward embedded the token into the groove on the side of the door.

A rumbling sound occurred.

The bronze door slid open to both sides, a fierce aura of tribulation rushed forth.

"After three days, the formation will automatically send you out. I wish Fellow Daoist a successful refinement." The steward bowed slightly and stepped aside.

"Thank you, steward."

Chen Ye cupped his hands in thanks, stepping over the high threshold and entering.

"Bang."

Once inside, the steward immediately closed the door.

The array patterns lit up heavily.

If no one outside activated this door, cultivators inside the Purifying Heart Hall could not possibly exit.

"Damn it... Emotion Crossing Sect guards too tightly."

Chen Ye frowned slightly.

It was like imprisoning him in a jail, unable to leave, let alone searching for his father-in-law’s physical body?

He looked up and saw the hall was immensely empty, with a gathering of dark purple clouds of thunder rolling at the dome.

Under the thunderclouds lay a pool formed by liquefied lightning!

Chen Ye paused at the edge of the thunder pool, thoroughly probing the hall with his Divine Sense several times.

There were no traces of arrays spying, nor any imprints of Divine Sense from high-tier cultivators.

"Indeed."

Chen Ye was enlightened.

Wuyang Palace is where the great powers of the Emotion Crossing Sect practice, and the Purifying Heart Hall is especially their crucial place to purify inner demons.

Demon cultivators are naturally suspicious, extremely selfish, and most forbidden against being secretly spied upon during their cultivation.

Therefore, this hall is clean, devoid of any surveillance measures.

Having confirmed safety, Chen Ye casually tore off his gray robe, a crisp sound of bones popping accompanied the reveal of his sturdy and well-built muscles.

His physique had undergone multiple qualitative transformations and repeated tempering by cultivation techniques, with clear lines distinct and not cumbersome, a faint layer of warm mystical light flowing over the skin surface.

If the self-absorbed Hua Jingxin saw him, her heart might not bear so much humiliation.

Now that the door was locked, and the outside guarded so stringently, it was temporarily impossible to leave.

"Since I’ve arrived, I shall settle down. Since Emotion Crossing Sect has offered this fortune, I shall accept it graciously."

Chen Ye gazed at the fierce thunder pool before him, taking a deep breath.

For the past two months, in order to quickly enhance his strength, he had ingested a large amount of high-tier pills, inevitably accumulating some superficial Qi within.

Coincidentally, he could use this thunder pool to solidify his foundation.

"Splash!"

Chen Ye leaped into the roiling lightning pool, eyes slightly closed, beginning his cultivation.

...

Deep within Wuyang Palace.

Layers of red silk drapes fell like a bloody waterfall.

"Ding dang... ding dang..."

The clear and pleasant sound of silver bells swayed through the silent and solemn long corridors.

A sight of a young girl resembling a jade carving came hopping along, her hands on her back like a merry oriole.

The young girl was extremely beautiful, so pretty it reached an extreme point.

She wore an elegant layered dress of streaming clouds, with long black and soft hair tied into two adorable flat coils, bound by bright red hairbands.

Her palm-sized and exquisite small face resembled a porcelain doll, skin smooth and tender, especially those eyes like black and white apricot, strikingly clear and clean, unstained by any dust, like holding the warm sunshine of early spring.

Anyone would feel an irresistible affection, thinking she must be some spoiled and innocent young lady of a noble family.

However,

As the girl walked closer,

The various fierce demon cultivators standing within the palace lowered their heads uniformly, with respectful expressions, hardly daring to breathe heavily.

"Ah, Uncle Mei Sutan!"

The girl stopped before a Foundation Establishment Late Period burly demon cultivator.

She tilted her head slightly, blinking her eyes, filled with concern as she looked at the cold sweat drenching his forehead:

"Uncle, why are you sweating so much? Did you exhaust yourself last night while flaying those villagers to get medicinal ingredients?"

Uncle Mei Sutan’s knees gave way, and he knelt down with a "thud," his voice trembling beyond recognition:

"Reply... reply to Her Highness... subordinate, subordinate is not tired..."

As for the so-called medicinal ingredients.

All cultivators were aware.

It is made from the core blood of the Divine Son, supplemented by living souls, refined into a supreme pill.