75: Chapter 75 Zhuofeng's Leisurely Daily Life! The Devouring Demon Canopy as a Flying Disc!

The young Disciple spoke, his gaze shamelessly sweeping over Yan Ruyu and An Miaoyi, his eyes flashing with amazement and greed.

"Tsk tsk, these girls are quite pretty. Why would you choose to suffer here at Zhuo Peak? Why not follow me to Star Peak? I'll ensure you live well and have superior Cultivation Techniques to practice."

"People from Star Peak..."

Ji Ziyue's expression changed when she saw them.

It wasn't that she feared these minor lackeys, but rather she was afraid of being recognized.

She was currently dressed as a maid; if someone from Star Peak saw her and word got back to the Ji Family, wouldn't she, the little princess, lose all face?

At that thought, she quickly shrank back, hiding behind Ye Xuan's wide robes.

Li Ruoyu straightened his back, his expression remaining dull.

"Though Zhuo Peak is dilapidated, it is still a branch of the Tai Xuan Sect. They are my guests."

"Pah, what guests?"

The Star Peak Disciple spat disdainfully.

"Just a bunch of Loose Cultivators who haven't seen the world. Junior Martial Uncle Li, I'm not trying to lecture you, but how can you dare bring in people of unknown origin? What if they are spies from somewhere..."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab An Miaoyi.

"Beautiful, come with me. Don't suffer along with this old man."

A flash of disgust crossed An Miaoyi's eyes. Her fingertips twitched as she prepared to unleash a lethal move.

However, before she could act.

Ye Xuan, who had been silent, finally spoke.

He calmly spat out a single word.

"Scram."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it was like a sudden clap of thunder.

Boom!

An invisible pressure instantly erupted with Ye Xuan at the center.

It wasn't a normal Aura, but an absolute suppression originating from the Soul level.

The smiles on the faces of the laughing Star Peak Disciples instantly froze.

They felt as if the sky above had collapsed, and a primordial divine mountain had slammed into their chests.

"Pfft!"

They all spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously, their bodies falling from mid-air like kites with broken strings.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of bones snapping was clearly audible.

They crashed heavily into a pile of rocks, their faces bruised and swollen. Unable to even scream, they could only twitch on the ground like dying dogs.

The entire place fell into a dead silence.

Li Ruoyu's hand holding the hoe paused again. Looking at Ye Xuan's back, a shocked expression appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Manifestation of words?

Suppressing several Disciples of the Dao Palace Secret Realm with just a single word?

Such cultivation...

Ye Xuan slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping around with the overbearing Aura of a king.

"From this day forward."

"I am protecting Zhuo Peak."

"If anyone dares to come here and make a racket again, I won't mind slapping them to death."

The Star Peak Disciples on the ground were scared out of their wits upon hearing this.

Ignoring their intense pain, they scrambled and crawled down the mountain, not even daring to leave a single harsh word.

It was too terrifying!

This person was actually comparable to a Holy Lord! No, perhaps even stronger than a Holy Lord!

Having driven away a few flies, Ye Xuan turned to the others as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, stop dazing off."

"Ye Fan, Pang Bo, go and tidy up those side halls."

"Ziyue, go boil water and make tea."

"Ruyu, Miaoyi, do as you please."

Only then did everyone snap out of it and begin their tasks.

...

Tai Xuan Sect, Zhuo Peak.

This main peak, which had been silent for five hundred years, finally gained some life after Ye Xuan and his group moved in.

The morning mountain breeze blew by, dispersing the thin mist that shrouded the ruins.

A few resilient ancient trees stretched their branches in the wind, casting mottled shadows.

On the open ground of the back mountain, two figures were engaged in a fierce exchange.

Golden blood energy collided with wild Demonic Qi, causing the surrounding rubble to roll about.

"Hah!"

Ye Fan let out a low growl, his whole body glowing with golden light as the Divine Power within his Sea of Bitterness surged like a tide.

A golden Divine Bridge spanned the horizon, reaching directly toward the Paramita.

Opposite him, Pang Bo refused to be outdone. The phantom of a Great Yao roared behind him as he threw a massive punch with the force to split mountains and rocks.

"Paramita, break!"

As the two exerted force simultaneously, a certain shackle within their bodies seemed to be completely broken.

The Divine Bridge that originally only spanned the Sea of Bitterness finally touched that mysterious Pure Land of the Paramita.

At this moment, their Divine Power underwent a qualitative change; it was no longer just a simple surge, but gained a hint of agility and vitality.

Other Shore Realm, achieved!

"Phew... finally broke through."

Pang Bo withdrew his fist and lay on the grass without any decorum, panting heavily.

"Following Big Brother really brings a new change every day. If we were still at Lingxu Cave-Heaven, we'd probably still be playing in the mud in the Sea of Bitterness Realm."

Ye Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of excitement.

"Yeah, the Other Shore Realm. Just one more step and we'll reach the Dao Palace Secret Realm. By then, we'll be considered true Cultivators."

In front of the nearby Tingtao Pavilion.

Ye Xuan lay on a rattan chair, holding a volume of an ancient scripture, looking leisurely.

"It's passable."

Ye Xuan glanced at the two of them and offered a casual critique.

"With ample resources provided, if you still couldn't break through, you might as well just jump off Zhuo Peak."

Beside him, Ji Ziyue had a dark expression on her small face as she held a cattail leaf fan, fanning Ye Xuan every now and then.

Currently, she was wearing a pink maid outfit with her hair tied into two cute buns.

It was originally a very playful look, but contrasted with her resentful expression, it looked exceptionally comical.

"The breeze is too weak."

Ye Xuan turned a page of the book and spoke without looking up.

"Didn't you eat?"

Ji Ziyue bit her silver teeth and fanned the cattail fan vigorously, creating a gust of wind that made Ye Xuan's long hair dance wildly.

"Eat? You have the nerve to mention that!"

Ji Ziyue grumbled frantically in her heart.

"I, the grand pearl of the Ji Family, only had a bowl of plain porridge this morning! Not even a piece of meat! Yet you're enjoying a feast and even making me peel shrimp for you!"

Although she felt like biting Ye Xuan, her body was very honest.

Fearing that Ye Xuan would throw her into a pile of Yao Beasts again, she could only obediently adjust her strength and maintain a steady fanning pace.

This kind of life was simply a form of torture.

But for Ye Xuan, it was a rare moment of comfort.

During the day, he had the sister of the East Wasteland Divine Body serving him tea and water. Watching her look like she wanted to kill him but couldn't was quite amusing.

At night, it was a different story.

Yan Ruyu and An Miaoyi, these two peerless beauties, were both currently in a critical period of their cultivation.

Whenever night fell, a soft divine light would glow within the secret chamber.

Ye Xuan, as an Ancient Desolate Saint Body, possessed extremely yang and masculine blood energy; Yan Ruyu, as a descendant of the Demon Emperor, practiced an extremely yin and soft Yao Race secret method; An Miaoyi practiced the supreme Mind-Cultivation Technique of the Miaoyu Nunnery, which was best at harmonizing Yin and Yang.

The three of them explored the Profound Truths of cultivation together, using the body as a furnace and the spirit as the fire.

During that special "cultivation" process, Ye Xuan not only helped the two women stabilize their Realms but also deepened his own understanding of the Great Dao of Yin and Yang.

Through cycle after cycle, the Divine Power within his body became even more refined and substantial.

That dual pleasure of Soul and body truly made for a god-like life.

As for little Nannan.

This little girl was now the happiest person on Zhuo Peak.

She held a small purple squirrel in her arms and ran all over the mountains, using the heaven-swallowing magic lid as a frisbee.

"Little squirrel, go fetch it!"

Nannan threw it with all her might.

That half-piece of an Imperial Weapon, which struck fear into the hearts of countless great experts, drew a graceful arc in the air and landed with a "clang" on a distant rock, smashing it into pieces.

purple little squirrel: "..."

It ran over trembling, laboriously picking up the pottery lid, its heart filled with awe for its little master.