Beneath the starry sky, Ye Xuan and An Lanxiu sat in each other’s arms.
Having opened their hearts to one another, their bond naturally deepened.
Ye Xuan gazed at the shattered space around them, as if struck by a thought. His brow furrowed slightly. “The Law of Conservation!”
An Lanxiu turned to him. “The Law of Conservation?”
Ye Xuan nodded, looking at the spacetime he had sliced apart with a single sword strike. He said gravely, “The master of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion mentioned the Law of Conservation. Even if the universe is destroyed, its quantity remains… I didn’t fully grasp it before, but now, looking closely, though this starry sky is shattered, have you noticed? The matter within it still exists.”
As he spoke, he gently waved his right hand. Instantly, ripples spread through the dark starry expanse.
What he had destroyed was the spacetime starfield!
Not the essence of this spacetime!
What is quantity?
It’s akin to essence.
Ye Xuan continued, “Take a piece of wood. If you burn it, does it cease to exist? No, it turns to ash—it’s still there, just in another form. Quantity… essence…”
His brow furrowed deeper.
At that moment, An Lanxiu suddenly said, “I understand!”
Ye Xuan turned to her, astonished. “You understand?”
An Lanxiu nodded. “We’ve always talked about essence, but back then, with our limited strength and knowledge, we couldn’t grasp its true meaning!”
She paused, then added, “Essence transcends the universe itself!”
With that, she stood, gripping her spear and thrusting it forward.
*Boom!*
At the spear’s tip, a pitch-black vortex appeared.
An Lanxiu gazed at the vortex and said softly, “The essence of this starfield remains. Perhaps, after many years, this place will restore itself.”
Ye Xuan nodded. “The Pavilion Master said that by cultivating with the Law of Conservation, life can be eternal, and martial techniques can never perish.”
He pulled out the unfinished book from the Immortal Treasure Pavilion’s master. “She wrote it in this world’s script, clearly for its people to read. Shame she didn’t finish it!”
He shook his head with a wry smile. “But a bit of difficulty is good!”
An Lanxiu nodded. “I’ve had an insight. I need to cultivate for a while.”
Ye Xuan blinked. “An insight?”
An Lanxiu nodded.
Ye Xuan grinned. “Then cultivate in the Little Tower!”
An Lanxiu agreed and entered the Little Tower.
Left alone, Ye Xuan surveyed his surroundings, about to study the Law of Conservation further, when the Great Wilderness Hall’s Ancestor appeared before him.
The Ancestor hurriedly said, “Young Master Ye, I’ve heard that the Demon City of the Spirit Demon Realm has been rebuilt!”
Ye Xuan fell silent.
Rebuilt again!
The Ancestor placed a teleportation talisman before Ye Xuan. “Young Master Ye, this talisman can take you straight to the Demon City!”
He clearly hoped Ye Xuan would go to the Spirit Demon Clan again, weakening their strength.
Ye Xuan glanced at the Ancestor, tempted to kill this schemer!
Rebuilt again!
Clearly, the Spirit Demon Clan had awakened more powerhouses—likely more than one. They rebuilt to lure him into a trap, ready to gang up on him!
Normally, he’d just pretend he didn’t know!
But this schemer had come to remind him!
Go?
He’d surely be ambushed, maybe even die!
Don’t go?
Damn it!
After boasting so boldly before, not going would be a loss of face!
He could live without face, but could he take back his grand claims?
What to do?
The Ancestor suddenly said, “Young Master Ye, when will you head to the Demon City?”
Ye Xuan: “…”
The Ancestor started to speak again, but Ye Xuan cut in, “Ancestor, in the battle between the Great Wilderness and the Spirit Demon Clan, who won?”
The Ancestor gave a bitter smile. “Both sides suffered heavy losses.”
Ye Xuan blinked. “Really? The Spirit Demon Clan’s powerhouses are everywhere here, but I haven’t seen any from the Great Wilderness Hall in their territory… You lost, didn’t you? And badly, right?”
The Ancestor’s expression froze.
Ye Xuan sneered. How could he not see through this Ancestor?
He wanted to use Ye Xuan as a pawn to fight the Spirit Demon Clan.
I can kill Spirit Demons, but you can’t treat me like a fool!
Ye Xuan continued, “Ancestor, what’s your role in the Great Wilderness Hall?”
The Ancestor hesitated, then said, “Something like a strategist.”
Ye Xuan shook his head. “A strategist with such a narrow vision? Why not ally with me instead of using me? Do you think I’m the fool, or are you?”
The Ancestor’s face darkened.
Ye Xuan stared at him. “Not convinced?”
His thumb gently pressed against the hilt of the Qingxuan Sword. “If you’re not convinced or just annoyed, say it!”
The Ancestor looked at Ye Xuan, a flicker of fear in his eyes.
Say it?
He didn’t dare!
He knew if he spoke, this man would kill him!
Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. “Speak or not?”
The Ancestor’s heart jolted, and he quickly said, “Young Master Ye, it’s my mistake. I had some petty thoughts. Please, don’t hold it against me!”
Ye Xuan’s face remained cold. “I do hold it against you!”
The Ancestor froze.
Then, the Little Tower’s voice sounded in his mind: “My young master likes Star God Veins. Make a gesture, and he’ll let it go.”
Star God Veins!
The Ancestor hesitated, then handed Ye Xuan a storage ring. “Young Master Ye, a small token. Please accept it.”
Ye Xuan glanced at it, then erupted in anger. “What do you take me for? That kind of person?”
The Ancestor was stunned, disbelief on his face.
Young Master Ye wasn’t greedy?
The Little Tower’s voice spoke again in his mind: “You gave too little!”
Ancestor: “…”
At that moment, the Qingxuan Sword in Ye Xuan’s scabbard trembled, emitting a sword hum.
The Ancestor’s heart raced, and he hurriedly pulled out another storage ring, handing it to Ye Xuan. “Young Master Ye, I… all my Star God Veins are here!”
Ye Xuan glanced inside—less than thirty thousand Star God Veins. He frowned. “How are you so poor? The Immortal Treasure Pavilion deals in tens of billions!”
The Ancestor gave a bitter smile. “Young Master Ye, the Pavilion is in business. How can ordinary people compare?”
Ye Xuan thought for a moment, then nodded. “Fair point.”
He took the ring and turned to leave.
The Ancestor sighed in relief, sweating coldly.
In that moment, his instincts told him that if Ye Xuan had drawn his sword, he’d be dead!
Unblockable!
Sighing, the Ancestor admitted his vision had been too narrow.
Initially, he’d thought Ye Xuan was a brainless second-generation, so he planned to use him to fight the Spirit Demon Clan, hoping to draw out Ye Xuan’s backing, gaining a powerful ally for the Great Wilderness.
But he hadn’t expected Ye Xuan to see through his intentions!
Now, his scheme had backfired.
Shaking his head, the Ancestor left.
…
Ye Xuan went straight to the Immortal Treasure Pavilion. Seeing him, Li Sheng’s face fell.
He’s back!
But more than that, Li Sheng was shocked.
He’d heard about the Spirit Demon Realm—Ye Xuan had single-handedly razed several of their cities and killed their Spirit Demon Master!
Terrifying!
Ye Xuan glanced at Li Sheng. “President Li, lend me some money. I need to shoot my gun!”
Li Sheng froze. “Lend… money? Shoot your gun?”
Ye Xuan nodded.
He had some Star God Veins, but not many—about seventy or eighty thousand, enough for maybe two shots. Against someone strong, maybe just one…
Poor!
For the first time, he felt truly poor!
Li Sheng hesitated, then asked, “Young Master Ye, how much do you need?”
Ye Xuan asked, “How much do you have?”
Li Sheng’s eyelids twitched. “Well…”
Ye Xuan sighed softly and turned to leave.
Li Sheng was stunned, then called out, “Young Master Ye, you…?”
Ye Xuan said nothing, mounting his sword and vanishing into the horizon.
Li Sheng stood in silence.
…
At the distant horizon, the Little Tower suddenly said, “Young Master, why didn’t you borrow?”
Ye Xuan smiled. “Forcing someone isn’t right.”
The Little Tower said, “But with the Ancestor…”
Ye Xuan laughed. “He schemed against me first, treating me like a fool.”
The Little Tower said, “Got it!”
Ye Xuan scanned his surroundings, about to enter the Little Tower to cultivate, when the spacetime before him trembled. A crack appeared, and a middle-aged man stepped out!
Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed—it was Zuo Zun from before!
But not his true body, just an avatar!
Seeing Zuo Zun, Ye Xuan frowned. How did this guy find him?
Zuo Zun stared at Ye Xuan. “My Demon City has been rebuilt!”
Ye Xuan asked, “And?”
Zuo Zun glared. “Didn’t you say you’d raze my Spirit Demon City every time it’s rebuilt? Come, it’s rebuilt—please, destroy it!”
Ye Xuan fell silent.
Zuo Zun sneered. “What, not destroying it now?”
Ye Xuan looked at him and grinned. “I’ll destroy it when I feel like it. If I don’t, I won’t. Bite me!”
Zuo Zun glared. “If you’re scared, just say so!”
Ye Xuan hesitated, seeming fearful.
Seeing this, Zuo Zun’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. “Scared?”
Ye Xuan looked at him, as if provoked, and snapped, “If I go, you’ll gang up on me! If you’ve got the guts, face me one-on-one, a fair fight!”
Zuo Zun stared. “No running?”
Ye Xuan roared, “Whoever runs is a coward!”
Zuo Zun said, “Good!”
His voice fell, and the space around him trembled. His avatar solidified into his true body.
Zuo Zun looked at Ye Xuan, about to speak, when Ye Xuan vanished.
A shift in quantity!
Before Zuo Zun could react, his head flew off!
Instant kill!
Zuo Zun’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He was killed instantly?
How?
In the air, Ye Xuan sheathed his sword, glancing at Zuo Zun’s severed head. “Who gave you the nerve to talk to me like that? Don’t you know I’m invincible?”
Zuo Zun: “…”
