Chapter 940 - 444: What Does It Mean for the Master to Be Admired? (2)

Since leaving the Celestial Abyss,

he thought he would never encounter such space fluctuation again.

Something is approaching from the bottom of the Thunder Pool!

Chen Ye’s muscles tensed, spiritual power ready to burst forth, with murder in his eyes.

"Splash——"

Not even three feet in front of him, the surface of the thunder liquid broke violently.

Chen Ye was about to strike with a palm, but as soon as he saw who it was, he forcibly stopped, his pupils dilating.

Emerging from the raging thunder slurry was an absolutely beautiful girl, not wearing a single thread!

Her black wet hair clung to her palm-sized face, and water droplets slid down her flawless fair skin, making her clear and innocent almond eyes even more striking.

At this moment.

Qin Jiaming, who broke the surface of the water, was also stunned.

She stared blankly at the man before her.

In her view was a breathtakingly perfect young figure.

His thriving vigor and robust masculine aura were the most perfect creations in the world.

The girl slightly parted her rosy lips, and her fair cheeks turned an inexplicable shade of red.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes in the thunder-lit pool water.

For a long time.

The girl suddenly tilted her little head, her lips slowly forming a smile:

"Oh, big brother, I didn’t expect you to be Jiaming’s blind box today."

She ignored the dangerous spiritual power surging from Chen Ye and unguardedly moved closer, taking a deep, greedy breath,

"The scent on you... Jiaming really likes it~"

Chen Ye was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t this person Qin Jiaming, whom he had met earlier in the Celestial Abyss?

Wait...

How could she appear here without a single stitch?

"Is it you?!"

Chen Ye blurted out, instinctively leaning back half an inch, his brows furrowed,

"You... weren’t you from twenty-three years ago?"

"Oh, big brother, how could Jiaming be from twenty-three years ago!"

Qin Jiaming tilted her little face in confusion, seeming to think seriously, then suddenly realized,

"Oh, big brother, you misunderstood. After the explosion of the Celestial Abyss, Jiaming left through other means."

As she spoke, she stretched out her soft, jade-white hand, shamelessly touching Chen Ye’s clearly defined abs.

The solid sensation from her fingertips, along with the warmth of his thriving vigor, made her squint her eyes in comfort.

"However, that’s not important at all... Big brother, do you want to be Jiaming’s... Furnace?"

Furnace?

Chen Ye’s face darkened, stepping back several feet to distance himself.

He stared at the white-skinned girl before him, his brows knotted tightly.

Being able to escape unscathed from such a terrifying explosion in the Celestial Abyss, to come and go freely in the heavily guarded Wuyang Palace, treating this completely sealed Thunder Pool like a private garden...

Wasn’t the recent uproar in the Emotion Crossing Sect about the Divine Son they welcomed back from outside?

And hadn’t that Divine Son recently been in the Celestial Abyss?

"Are you... the Divine Son of the Emotion Crossing Sect?!" Chen Ye’s gaze slightly focused as he asked deeply.

He couldn’t believe it.

Although the girl’s background was mysterious, she was lively and kept calling him big brother.

How could she be the legendary Divine Son?

"Oh, big brother, you’re so smart, you guessed Jiaming’s identity so quickly!"

Qin Jiaming happily clapped her small hands, splashing water everywhere.

She disregarded the spiritual power barrier set by Chen Ye, lightly kicking her tender white foot at the bottom of the pool, gliding to his front like a slippery loach.

"Since big brother guessed it, there’s no need to be afraid."

Qin Jiaming raised her exquisite and peerless little face, her innocent and pure almond eyes twinkling,

"Jiaming is the Divine Son! As long as you obediently become Jiaming’s Furnace, then in the Emotion Crossing Sect, big brother can walk freely!"

Damn it!

Back in the Celestial Abyss,

Chen Ye had realized this girl seemed to covet him.

But he didn’t expect.

She actually wanted him to be a Furnace!

"Thank you for the affection, Divine Son, but I am used to a carefree lifestyle and have no interest in becoming a Furnace."

Chen Ye coldly refused.

As the master of three disciples,

Chen Ye had to lead by example!

No matter how good-looking this guy is, he is a man with principles!

Qin Jiaming smiled sweetly, unfazed.

She sighed.

"Big Brother, can you feel it? Outside the hall, there is a Golden Core True Man, right?"

"This place is the Emotion Crossing Sect, isn’t it?"

"Your three disciples are now in the Swindling Vein, correct?"

"Big Brother, don’t you want to save Brother Bai?"

Chen Ye’s expression gradually darkened.

Damn it!

He understood now.

At first, back in the Celestial Abyss, this girl was trying every possible way to entice him to enter the Emotion Crossing Sect!

"Big Brother, what you fear, what you desire, Jiaming knows it all very clearly."

Qin Jiaming, with a smile as radiant as a flower, reached out her hands and wrapped them around Chen Ye’s neck without saying a word.

The girl’s flawless body adhered to Chen Ye’s muscular chest like a water snake.

The cold, slippery sensation made Chen Ye’s Adam’s apple move slightly.

"Big Brother, you’re really being naughty. Since you’re unwilling to willingly become Jiaming’s Furnace, Jiaming will have to... do it herself."

"Don’t even think..."

Chen Ye squeezed out these three words through his teeth, trying to break free.

"Hush—"

With a slender and fair finger, the girl gently pressed it against his lips, stopping all his resistance.

"Big Brother, don’t forget Brother Bai’s remains, and... your three lovely disciples."

...

In a flash.

It was already five days later.

Swindling Vein, Cold Scale Mansion.

The defensive array within the courtyard operated silently, the atmosphere inside the mansion so oppressive it felt like it could drip water.

Five whole days.

It had been five full days since Master set out for Wuyang Palace.

The originally promised cleansing in the Tempering Heart Hall should have had the door automatically open and send people out three days later once the array activated.

But now the deadline had passed, no news came from the Wuyang Palace direction, and Chen Ye still had not returned home.

On the stone table in the center of the courtyard sat several snow-origin chickens long since cold.

Normally, Qing Jun would have pounced on them and gobbled them up in one bite.

But today, these roast chickens lay lonely and untouched in their oil paper wrapping.

"Crack! Crack!"

The small silver-white tuft of hair atop the little girl’s head seemed to have lost all its vitality, drooping over her head.

Yet her small fists clenched ever tighter.

"Master has never lied to us! He said three days, which meant three days! Now it’s already the fifth day, it must be the villains of the Emotion Crossing Sect who’ve detained Master!"

"No, Qing Jun can’t bear it anymore! Qing Jun is going to smash that broken palace to pieces to rescue Master!"

With that said, Qing Jun’s anger surged as she held her sword, ready to charge out of Cold Scale Mansion.

"Second Senior Sister, calm down."

Jin’er swiftly moved, blocking the way before the yard gate, gritting her teeth,

"Do you think Jin’er isn’t anxious? But before Master left, he repeatedly cautioned us not to expose our identities no matter what. Wuyang Palace is guarded by Golden Core True Men and countless arrays. If you rush over with a sword like this, you won’t even make it to the front gate, and you’ll ruin Master’s plan, maybe even lead to his death!"

"Then what should we do? Just wait here?!"

Qing Jun’s eyes reddened with anxiety, tears welling up, her voice thick with a sob,

"What if Master gets hurt by them? What if they drain Master of his blood? Master is so weak, alone in a den of villains, he must be so scared..."

In the corner.

A little white fox, recently awakened for only a few days, shrank shivering on the praying mat.

These three girls’ aura of killing intent was terrifying!

It was practically more fearsome than a Demon Cultivator!

"Enough."

A clear, cold voice sounded in the courtyard.

Qing Jun and Jin’er stopped their quarrel and turned to look.

Zhiwei quietly sat beside the stone table.

In a plain white long dress, black hair cascading like a waterfall, her appearance was otherworldly, carelessly wiping the Shenchen Sword with a pristine white silk handkerchief.

Over and over again.

Until the sword’s blade gleamed as if it could reflect her deep black eyes, eyes filled with dead calm.

"Someone... has delivered a Memory Stone."

"Master, everything is fine."

"...seems to be fine."