398: Chapter 398 Time-Space Beacon? Aunt's Scheme!

Su Chen's mind was in a daze; the massive influx of information and wealth hit him like being in the clouds while having ice water poured over his head.

He looked at the "soul devouring nail" in the box before him, which emitted an ominous aura yet looked as adorable as a little baby in his eyes at this moment.

Each one shimmered with an enticing cold light, seemingly urging him silently to "put them into practice."

He looked again at the Storage Ring on his hand, heavily laden with a mountain of Immortal Stones.

The glow of a million Low Grade Immortal Stones almost blinded his eyes.

At this moment, all struggle, resistance, and resentment turned into dust.

He suddenly felt that those five Fiancées he had never met—those legendary willful and domineering Saintesses and Divine Maidens of the Immortal Domain with heaven-defying strength—didn't seem so repulsive anymore.

In fact, they even exuded an indescribable, irresistible... cuteness?

[Isn't it just five women? Isn't it just going to the Immortal Domain to pick up girls?]

Deep in Su Chen's heart, that will which had just been struggling bitterly for his integrity vanished in an instant.

[For these million Immortal Stones, for this box of earth immortal artifacts...]

[It's worth it! This soft rice is sweet and crunchy, simply a delicacy of the human world!]

In the face of absolute wealth, Su Chen's integrity shattered faster than his broken Dao Heart could recover.

He steadied his mind, suppressing the urge to curse.

Every word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an endless spirit of "fearlessness" and "self-sacrifice."

He forced himself to swallow back the retort at the tip of his tongue.

Immediately after, his movements were swift, like a blur.

He stowed the huge iron box, along with the hundreds of "soul devouring nails" inside, into his Storage Ring.

He was afraid the Eighteenth Ancestor would regret it, or that these treasures would suddenly grow legs and run away.

Having done all this, Su Chen's face was once again covered with a sincere and filial smile.

That smile was so bright it was dazzling.

"Thank you for your favor, Old Ancestor! I don't deserve it, but for the sake of the Family's righteousness, I will not hesitate to make this small sacrifice even if it means ten thousand deaths!" He patted his chest and made a solemn promise.

He looked like an entrepreneurial youth who had just received a massive investment and was ready to go all out, ambition burning in his eyes.

"Rest assured, Old Ancestor! I, Su Chen, even if I have to risk my life, will never fail your expectations! Those five Fiancées, I guarantee! Not one will escape!"

Looking at Su Chen's money-grubbing and boastful appearance, the Eighteenth Ancestor's beard almost curled up from laughter.

He nodded with satisfaction, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes: "Mm, go then."

"Remember, once you reach the Immortal Domain, be careful in everything. If you can win, fight; if you can't... run!"

Su Chen: "..."

He bowed deeply once more to the Eighteenth Ancestor.

Then, with Seventh Elder Su Qi, who was already dumbfounded and hadn't dared to say a word from start to finish, he walked out of the Nine Heavens Palace with somewhat floating steps.

He felt like he didn't walk out, but floated out.

He felt as if he were in a dream today.

A dream filled with money and violence, romance and excitement—an absurd and bizarre dream.

His worldview had been completely reshaped by this Eighteenth Ancestor, who didn't play by the rules and overturned all his perceptions.

...

Returning to Divine Son Peak, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, completely different from the mysterious majesty of the Nine Heavens Palace.

Spring Flower and Autumn Moon were busy in the courtyard, packing his bags.

Their movements were gentle and skillful, clearly not the first time they had done such a thing.

Looking at them, Su Chen suddenly felt a faint sense of parting sorrow.

Although these two maidens were sometimes spendthrifts, had terrible card-playing skills, and were a bit dim-witted at times, they had followed him for so long; even if there was no glory, there was hard work.

Especially Autumn Moon—when he travels far to the Immortal Domain in the future, where he is a stranger in a strange land, who will peel grapes for him?

Besides, the grapes in the Immortal Domain certainly wouldn't be as plump, round, sweet, and not greasy as those peeled by Autumn Moon.

[Sigh, forget it, don't think about it anymore.]

Su Chen shook his head, shaking off that subtle melancholy in his heart.

It was replaced by an expectation for the future that was both unknown and fearful, yet also faintly carried excitement and thrill.

[Immortal Domain...]

[Five Fiancées...]

[Eating soft rice the hard way...]

[Sounds quite exciting? What if they are all very beautiful and easy to talk to? Then wouldn't it be... hehe.]

A playful arc curled at the corner of Su Chen's lips, and a glimmer of eagerness he hadn't even noticed himself flashed deep in his eyes.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the empty hall of the Nine Heavens Palace, Su Chen's figure completely disappeared beyond the palace doors.

The disrespectful expression on the Eighteenth Ancestor's face instantly vanished. Like shedding a layer of disguise, it was replaced by a solemnity and respect from the depths of his Soul.

He slowly turned around, facing the empty Void Realm, and without hesitation, knelt down deeply once again.

"Welcome, Miss Feng!" The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice trembled, filled with utmost respect.

Within the Void Realm, purple ripples gently spread out.

That peerless purple figure, outshining the sun and moon, quietly emerged.

She was Su Chen's aunt, Miss Feng.

Her purple dress flowed, her temperament extraordinary and still indifferent, as if she had no interest in anything in the world.

She looked at the Eighteenth Ancestor kneeling on the ground. Her cold voice contained no emotion, yet it was like the sound of the Great Dao, shaking the mind.

"Is everything settled?"

"Reporting to Miss Feng!" The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice was full of awe and a hint of uncontrollable excitement.

"Everything has been handled according to your instructions!"

"His Highness the Divine Son is prepared to set off immediately for the Ascension Gate!" He paused for a moment, hesitating.

Still unable to suppress the doubt in his heart, he asked with a trembling voice: "Only... Miss Feng, regarding that 'Yaochi Heart Sea'..."

The Eighteenth Ancestor looked up, his face filled with endless regret and resentment, his voice bitter.

"This old man has found out that it is exactly what our Xuan Yuan Lineage has been searching for for millions of years, the only hope for us to return to the Main Branch—the 'Spacetime Beacon'!"

"But who would have thought that it has now been... snatched away by that girl Ling Qingzhu from the Yaochi Holy Land..."

How could he be reconciled with the treasure they had spent millions of years of painstaking effort to track?

However, hearing the Eighteenth Ancestor's words full of resentment and regret.

On Miss Feng's face, there was not the slightest anger or regret.

Instead, in those indifferent purple eyes, there was a faint, barely perceptible smile of relief.

It seemed that everything was within her expectations.