Chương 453: Chapter 452: You don't want Ying Tiansheng to lose face because of you, do you?

Ye Chen's words were utterly sincere. The fiancée's gifts had triggered critical hits twice. Despite her quirks, he could accept them. Forget the box—with her multiplier, he'd even give her immortal qi to help her ascend.

"Help you become an immortal" wasn't empty talk. Yi Qingwu's lips curved, sensing his sincerity. She believed he meant "spare no resources." Enlightenment Tea Leaves and Laurel Flowers were rare, yet he gave them without hesitation, showing deep admiration. Men were possessive—just as Ying Tiansheng raged over her marked primordial spirit. Ye Chen likely couldn't stand his beloved being another's fiancée, wanting to take her away for a life together. Reasonable, but impossible.

Raising her chin proudly, her smile faint and voice celestial yet cold, she said, "You think you're worthy to be my partner and take me away? I'm Heavenly Intention Holy Son's fiancée, body and soul. Your twenty-one humiliations are mere ripples to me, meaningless. Once I suppress you, erase the shame and marks, you'll see how laughable your words are!" She struck again, endless moonlight flooding the array, aiming to grind Ye Chen down. He frowned. Was she the type who needed a firm hand?

The array's moonlight was sharp, dissolving all, leaving no hiding place. But Ye Chen's Imperishable Scripture let him ignore such attacks effortlessly. Unable to fathom her thinking, he decided to seize the tablet first, then deal with the rest. His Heavy Pupils swirled with chaotic qi.

"Heavy Pupils Open Heaven!" A pure land formed, aiming to suppress Yi Qingwu. Confident, she raised a hand, summoning the tablet's killing force, manifesting countless moons like meteors crashing toward him. Unity realm Yi Qingwu, amplified by the tablet, was far more terrifying, shaking the pure land's edges. But Ye Chen's Deity Transformation breakthrough had surged his power. His Heavy Pupil's pure land held firm, enveloping and suppressing her.

Transforming into a Kun Peng, he pierced space, appearing before her instantly. His left eye shot a destructive beam, striking the tablet. Yi Qingwu's face paled as the tablet flew from her grasp. Ye Chen, a golden blur, grabbed for it. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.

"That's my fiancé's—how dare you touch it?" Unwilling, she fought the suppression, lunging for the tablet. Ye Chen unleashed a surge of Imperial Dragon Qi, intercepting her. He seized the tablet. It bore Ying Tiansheng's mark, resisting as if unwilling. Ye Chen's face remained calm. His near-infinite spiritual sense surged, crushing the mark effortlessly. The tablet stilled, obedient in his hand.

Raising it, he probed with his spiritual sense, feeling its divine patterns brimming with supreme killing force and infinite charm. With time, he could comprehend a wondrous technique from it. With his talent, Ye Chen's spiritual sense gleaned insights from a single sweep of the tablet. But he had no interest in studying a mere half. He'd learn the full technique. So, he tossed it into his small world, saving it for later gifting. Done, he turned to the fiancée.

His earlier Imperial Dragon Qi wasn't full force, just meant to stall her. With her strength, she shouldn't be harmed. But seeing her, his eyes widened, filled with confusion and awe. She stood like a jade beauty, carved from white jade, almost unreal in perfection. Yi Qingwu remained calm, her gem-like eyes blazing with anger and humiliation, glaring at him. Her black-grade white dress robe was gone—shattered by his strike. How? A black-grade treasure could be broken with his full power, but a casual hit?

Impossible, especially with Yi Qingwu, no weakling, able to block it easily. This wasn't their first time—he'd seen her reborn in the Moon Palace after killing her. So, he didn't linger long. Exhaling, he frowned.

"Yi Qingwu, you're scamming me, aren't you?" This was definitely a setup. Her face burned with humiliation and killing intent.

"Ye Chen, my fiancé is right outside, and you dare treat me like this! You marked my spiritual core before, and he was already furious. Now you want to push further? But I bet you lack the guts to do anything. If my primal yin is lost, it'll be obvious once we leave. Then, my fiancé will be truly enraged, annihilating you instantly. Are you scared? If you are, kneel before me and surrender! Dare touch me, and you'll regret it forever!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

She was up to something novel—threatening, yet somehow enticing him to act. He realized she was telling the truth: Ying Tiansheng knew about the marks on her core. She'd deliberately let him know. And now, she was urging him to do more. If her primal yin was lost, she'd likely reveal it outside, even if Ying Tiansheng didn't notice. This was bad. He'd become her tool to provoke Ying Tiansheng. Ye Chen didn't like being used. But her taunts were too much—doing nothing would mean he feared Ying Tiansheng.

Unacceptable. He formed a giant spiritual qi hand to suppress her, adding practiced threats: "Holy Maiden, don't resist or dodge! You don't want me to shatter this array now, letting everyone see you like this, do you? You don't want Ying Tiansheng to lose face because of you, do you?"