142: Chapter 142 Traveling Abroad

A hazy white silhouette stood with her hands behind her back. Her aura was ethereal and otherworldly, light and elegant. Her plain white dress fluttered in a gentle breeze, revealing a corner of it. She took light steps and slowly walked in front of Ye Xuan, her jade fingers brushing across his brow: "Wait until your cultivation reaches the Heaven Profound Realm before we discuss this."

"Ah? I have to wait until the Heaven Profound Realm to become a Holy Son? But don't other Holy Lands only require one to reach the Earth Profound Realm to become a Holy Son?" Ye Xuan looked at his master speechlessly. With his current strength, he could probably hold out for a few rounds against a weaker Heaven Profound Realm expert.

Hearing this, Master Shen Xi gently brushed a speck of dust off her white dress, then reached out and pinched Ye Xuan's Pretty Boy face, leaving behind a cold voice: "Rebellious disciple, I recall that you seem to have a grudge against the Holy Son Leng Qianming. He has reached the tenth level of the Earth Profound Realm. He once went out to execute a Holy Land mission, hunting down a Heaven Profound Realm evil cultivator, and he won."

"Master, does that mean as long as I can defeat him, I can become a Holy Son?" Ye Xuan took the initiative to hold his master's delicate, boneless jade hand, completely unaware that the hand was trembling slightly, and said confidently.

"That is correct. You must defeat him. If you can accomplish this, what does it matter if I grant you the position of Holy Son?"

Before Master Shen Xi left, that overbearing and unquestionable voice still echoed in Ye Xuan's ears: "For a powerhouse, having no strong enemies along the way is a bad thing for you."

She did not give Ye Xuan a chance to take advantage of her, and the air was filled with an elegant fragrance.

"Master, you must keep the promise you made to me earlier!"

Ye Xuan suddenly shouted towards the small pavilion where his master was: "In the future, I will definitely marry Mas..."

"Shut up, you detestable Pretty Boy, I am sealing your voice!"

Inside the small pavilion, Master Shen Xi, who had just finished meditating, trembled slightly. A rare blush appeared on her face. In her shame and anger, she raised her jade hand and placed a restriction on the mouth of the shouting Ye Xuan outside, forbidding him from speaking nonsense.

"Mmm-mm... Master... you... are too much..."

Ye Xuan looked aggrieved, but the restriction on his mouth was never lifted by Master Shen Xi.

The next second, the restriction deepened, and this time, Ye Xuan was unable to utter a single word.

Qingluan, having returned to Sword Immortal Peak, saw Ye Xuan standing motionless and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Senior Brother, did you make Master angry again?"

"..."

The night was enchanting. Ye Xuan and Qingluan stared at each other with wide eyes. Finally, Qingluan couldn't help it; she covered her small mouth and laughed at her senior brother's miserable state.

"Hee hee hee, Senior Brother, you look so silly right now!"

"Mmm-mmm... mmm-mmm... mmm-mmm..." Ye Xuan was using his eyes to warn Qingluan not to touch his face randomly.

"Hehehe, Senior Brother, stop struggling. Master must be furious right now..."

Under the moonlight, Ye Xuan was wearing his white disciple robes. His black hair, which had been tied up in a crown, was undone by Qingluan. She kept playing with his black hair and casually pinched his beautiful cheeks, as if in retaliation.

Up in the small pavilion, Master Shen Xi saw Qingluan's actions, and a strange expression flashed across her immortal face.

As time passed, Qingluan grew tired of playing, and the night gradually became hazy.

"Senior Brother, I'm so sleepy!"

After saying this, Qingluan, ignoring the look of utter despair on Ye Xuan's face, lay directly on his stomach and even covered herself with her own quilt.

The haze on the horizon dissipated, and Ye Xuan felt that he could move again. The restriction Master Shen Xi had placed on him had lasted about one night.

"Little Moon, you actually dare to use your senior brother's stomach as a pillow." Ye Xuan, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at Qingluan—who was pretending to sleep on his stomach—with a wry smile: "Hurry up and get up, or be careful, or Senior Brother will spank you until your bottom is swollen."

"Mmm-mmm, no, I don't want to, Senior Brother's stomach is so comfortable."

Qingluan actually rolled over, found a comfortable position, and went back to sleep.

"You..." Ye Xuan felt helpless, but he could finally relax now. After all, he hadn't slept all night. Looking at the sky gradually brightening, he couldn't help but recall the experiences of the past year, which felt like a dream.

From the Heaven-Leaking Physique to cultivating the Evil God Art, step by step he had acquired dual divine physiques, and now he even had the possibility of cultivating the Evil God Physique.

"Mmm-mmm, Senior Brother, I slept so soundly."

"Oh? You slept soundly, but I didn't. I didn't give you a special massage last night, Little Moon, so why don't we make up for it today?"

"No, I don't want to!"

"Oh? That's not up to you!"

The two of them started another round of playing around, but Ye Xuan always kept a sense of propriety. Before Qingluan awakened her Supreme Sword Immortal Body, she didn't have a shred of cultivation.

"Pretty Boy, stop bullying Qingluan. Come in, I have something to discuss with you."

Ye Xuan, who was planning to draw a turtle on Qingluan's face, immediately stopped with the charcoal pen in his hand. He straightened his messy clothes and then cautiously entered the small pavilion.

This small pavilion had about two floors. Master Shen Xi rested on the second floor, while the first floor was Qingluan's boudoir.

"Creak—"

"Master, I am here." Ye Xuan pushed the door open on tiptoes, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Master Shen Xi sitting cross-legged on her bed.

"Hmm. Your current strength is temporarily unsuitable for staying in the Cangqiong Holy Land. You should go out and gain some experience, which will be just right for consolidating your strength."

Ye Xuan nodded upon hearing this, understanding his master's intention. Having previously devoured the zixiao divine thunder core, his Zixiao Divine Thunder Body was already perfected, and his cultivation had also risen to the Earth Profound Realm.

However, at this moment, he remembered something. He had previously agreed to visit Elder Wang's family, which would be a good opportunity to resolve the matter of the ancient Pill Emperor's remnant soul, Xinghe.

Then, he would find a way to get his hands on the mysterious jade coffin beneath the medium-sized spirit stone mine.

"Detestable Holy Lord Xu Yan, there really isn't a single drop left!"

Ye Xuan walked out of the Holy Masters Immortal Peak with weak legs, complaining about Holy Lord Xu Yan several times. While passing by the Cangjian Peak, he heard Yun Zhe greeting him, so he turned his head to look.

"Senior Brother Ye, what a coincidence!"

Yun Zhe was dressed in a nice outfit. It was rare for him to get himself such a good set of clothes, making him look much more spirited.

"Oh, it's Junior Brother Yun. Are you planning to go to Cangjian Peak to train?" Ye Xuan saw through Yun Zhe's purpose at a glance.

"That's right. My talent is not as good as yours, Senior Brother, so I can only rely on double the sweat to make progress."

Ye Xuan nodded. Just as he was about to chat casually and leave, he suddenly discovered something very interesting about Yun Zhe's life destiny that was worth noting.

...

"Master, have you seen Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan? Qingzhu hasn't seen him for several days."

On the Holy Masters Immortal Peak, inside Holy Lord Xu Yan's sleeping quarters, Lin Qingzhu clasped her jade hands tightly in front of her, looking at Holy Lord Xu Yan with slight discomfort as she asked: "Do you know where he is?"

Inside the cyan-colored boudoir, a cyan silhouette leaned against the bed, her appearance stunning and desirable.

"Him? I haven't seen him in the last two days either."

Holy Lord Xu Yan's complexion was clearly much better, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice: "Perhaps, these past few days, that Pretty Boy has been in secluded meditation on Sword Immortal Peak."

If Lin Qingzhu had carefully observed her master Holy Lord Xu Yan's resentful expression, she would likely have realized instantly that her master was lying to her.