Chương 440: Chapter 439: Heartache! The Fiancée Has a Heart Demon!

The Fiancée Has a Heart Demon!

Seeing Lu Jing's genuine joy at his return, Ye Chen couldn't help but ask, "When I'm away, do you just stay in the cave abode?" He had five maids: Lu Jing, Lin Ke'er, Sun Ruoxin, Caidie, and Yun Qianyue from the Divine Will Sect. Though maids, Ye Chen treated them as disciples, granting them Holy Land resources and the Hundred Flowers Immortal Scripture—luxuries most disciples couldn't dream of. These were unimaginable for the maids before.

Thus, they worked tirelessly, attending lectures, studying, and filling their days. Sun Ruoxin, once a second-grade talisman maker at Green Cloud Sect, now neared fourth grade. Lin Ke'er reached the Golden Core Stage before his White Emperor City trip—a realm unthinkable for a former market-dwelling cultivator aiming only for Foundation Establishment. But Lu Jing was different. She showed little excitement for the Holy Land or its resources.

When Ye Chen was present, she hovered around him, attentive and content just to see him. When he was gone, she seemed to do nothing but wait. At his question, Lu Jing shook her head.

"When you're away, I keep busy. I learned spiritual planting, opened a spiritual field, and grew your favorite spiritual vegetables and fruits. I mastered the dishes you mentioned. In spare moments, I watch sunrises and sunsets, count the days you're gone, and guess what you're doing or when you'll return." Her life revolved around him. Gazing into her gentle eyes, Ye Chen felt moved. He'd planned to seclude himself immediately but changed his mind, spending three days with Lu Jing.

She was radiant, her cultivation advancing a minor realm, her eyes brimming with happiness. A bold idea formed: she no longer wanted to stay in the Holy Land. She yearned to enter Ye Chen's small world to be by his side always. Previously, gifting the Infinite Ocean Visualization Diagram to An Miaoli triggered a critical hit, yielding twenty charts rivaling the Queen Mother of the West's silhouette. These ensured any female cultivator close to him would have a suitable chart for the Deity Transformation Stage.

One, ideal for sword cultivators, was sent to the Sword Sect for his master. Another, suited for the Primordial Spirit Body, was sent to the Yao family for Yao Xi. Now, Ye Chen unfurled the Pangu World-Opening Diagram. The first time, its axe's true intent had stung his soul. But with his spirit sense now vastly stronger, the pressure was negligible. He easily began visualizing, absorbing its essence.

His spirit sense compressed, condensed, and transformed, coalescing into a primordial spirit as he stepped toward the Deity Transformation Stage. Love what you're reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Ye Chen entered seclusion, but the cultivation world of Great Yan Continent buzzed with talk of the Fourth Holy Son.

His earlier feat of nearly defeating two Heavenly Intention legacy disciples was staggering, yet he'd also fought Yi Qingwu, the Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, to a draw. Displaying the Supreme Heart—a talent rivaling his Heavy Pupils—he bore two top-tier Divine Abilities, a fortune so immense it seemed heaven itself was spoon-feeding him. Countless prodigies seethed with envy. The rumor of Ye Chen being the Heavenly Emperor's heir grew fiercer.

Previously, similarities in his path were debatable, but the Supreme Heart erased all doubt. He was undeniably the Emperor's heir, likely by blood. His renown in Great Yan soared, his stellar record and unmatched talents placing him on par with the three giants. Many believed, with equal cultivation, he'd sweep them all. The Heavenly Intention Holy Land, inadvertently fueling his fame, became his stepping stone.

Their disciples, nursing a grudge from their sect's rivalry with Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, were incensed. Historically, their clashes were evenly matched, but Ye Chen's rise left them humiliated, yearning for their Holy Son to emerge and crush him. Unbeknownst to them, the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Ying Tiansheng, had already come out of seclusion. Clad in a white robe, his golden eyes radiated cold indifference, as if embodying heaven's will itself.

Standing in the Holy Land's grand hall, he exuded supreme dignity despite no visible phenomena. Freshly broken through to the Unity Stage, his presence overshadowed even late-stage Unity elders, who marveled at him. Informed of recent events, Ying Tiansheng's stoic gaze flickered only upon learning of Ye Chen's Supreme Heart. As the elders dispersed, he and Yi Qingwu remained. Her breathtaking beauty glowed with a smile, joy at his breakthrough mingling with faint guilt. Ying Tiansheng softened, speaking calmly.

"Qingwu, victory and defeat are common. Ye Chen's the Heavenly Emperor's heir—losing the Moon Palace isn't your fault. I can cultivate without it; it'll just take a few more days. The Great Yang Divine Dynasty's ruins may surface in the Endless Sea in a year or two. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land will send forces, and I'll personally suppress Ye Chen and Hua Yunfei, reclaiming everything for you." His tone was steady, yet his confidence was unshakable, compelling belief in his ability.

Yi Qingwu's eyes lit up at the prospect of facing Ye Chen again.

"He's become my heart demon," she said, her voice brimming with battle intent.

"Next time, I'll crush him myself. Holy Son, can you lend me the Heavenly Tablet? I'll use it to shatter his True Dragon Treasure Technique!" Ying Tiansheng's heart ached. His proud fiancée, now burdened with a heart demon from Ye Chen, had clearly suffered greatly in their battle, losing more than just the Moon Palace. A glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.