Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 137

“Miss An, it seems you’re really into flowers and plants. How about I scour the world for all kinds of rare flowers and personally deliver them to you?” Chen Xiao said softly.

An Miaoyi didn’t even look back, just replied, “Oh.”

Chen Xiao frowned, what’s with this attitude?

“Is Miss An feeling down? You can tell me, I’m willing to help you lighten your woes.”

“Oh.”

“Haha, Miss An is really interesting! Why don’t we take a walk? I came to your sect quite hurriedly and haven’t enjoyed the beautiful scenery yet.”

“Oh.”

“…”

Chen Xiao was about to break down, oh come on!

What else can you say besides “oh”?

Chen Xiao was pretty annoyed. No matter where he went, he was the center of attention, with beauties throwing themselves at him—why wasn’t it working this time?

Is this woman trying to pique his interest this way?

He started overthinking.

An Miaoyi didn’t pay this guy any mind. She always felt there was something off about him, which made her uncomfortable. Plus, her father had forced her to interact with him, so naturally, her attitude wasn’t great.

“Eh?!”

An Miaoyi sensed something, abruptly looked up, and saw a gigantic creature blocking out the sun, approaching Wendaozong with an overwhelming presence.

“Has he come?” An Miaoyi was thrilled; she recognized this familiar mount.

“What is this?!” Chen Xiao was taken aback as he felt the aura emanating from that beast.

A Tribulation Stage Demon Emperor is attacking? Are you kidding me?

In the ancient and solemn hall…

Fan Dezhen watched the middle-aged man with his back turned, wanting to say something several times but hesitating.

“Elder Fan, I know what you want to say. You think my actions are inappropriate, right?” An Zizai said, sitting cross-legged, gazing at the worshipped ancestral tablets, speaking calmly.

Fan Dezhen braced himself, “Sect Master, I just feel that given Miss’s personality, this might be a bit harsh on her.”

“Harsh?”

An Zizai shook his head, “As a father, I want my daughter to find a good place to settle down, especially with the current situation—you know that, right?”

“And Chen Xiao, at such a young age, has achieved something so great, quite rare in the Eastern Domain throughout history. What’s wrong with entrusting Miaoyi to him?”

“But…” Fan Dezhen’s face showed difficulty.

“No buts! I’ve already been targeted by those alien races, and time is running out. If I really fall one day, who else can Miaoyi rely on? She can’t keep being willful; I’m doing this for her own good,” An Zizai sighed, sensing the strange poison within him.

“Sect Master, you’ll get better! The sect can’t be without you!” Fan Dezhen, who had followed An Zizai for many years, felt anxious and pained hearing this.

Just then, a massive tremor shook outside, filled with exclamations.

“Sect Master, a Demon Emperor is approaching us!” someone reported in a panic.

“A Demon Emperor?!”

An Zizai’s expression changed, and he flashed into the air, gazing far into the distance.

“Is that a Kunpeng?” Realizing the creature’s appearance, An Zizai was greatly shocked, recalling records from ancient texts.

“Is it? Why has it come?!” Fan Dezhen was also stunned.

“You recognize this demon?” An Zizai asked, a bit surprised.

Fan Dezhen forced a smile, “Not just recognize, it’s the mount of Ye Junlin, the master of Mysterious Peak from the Xuantian Sect!”

“A mount?!”

An Zizai’s lips trembled; such a mighty existence is just a mount?!

Are you kidding me?!

“So, that man has come?” An Zizai’s heart was filled with uncertainty.

In the distance, a clear voice echoed through the skies, as if a god were speaking into the hearts of many:

“I am Ye Junlin, here to visit your esteemed sect!”

Boom!

The entire Wendaozong erupted in commotion.

In the Eastern Domain, who hasn’t heard of Ye Junlin’s fame?

Not long ago, he even wiped out the Hanging Temple, flattening that long-standing sacred ground of the Buddhist Sect.

He was notorious!

Even the royal family of the Pure Land Nation was affected, suffering his bloody wrath. Now, without the protection of local strongmen, the Pure Land Nation has become a playground for alien races, shrouded in darkness.

Now, this infamous figure suddenly comes to Wendaozong as a guest. What does he want?

Countless elders and disciples were anxious, their minds racing with speculation.

“Don’t be rude, quickly remove the protective mountain formation and let Dao Friend Ye in for a chat!” An Zizai weighed the pros and cons and called out.

He had come, so what? Could they really refuse him at the door?

Dare to do that, and the consequences would be unimaginable!

Just that Demon Emperor-level mount was enough to cause Wendaozong headaches, let alone if he personally made a move?

Swish!

Wendaozong withdrew the protective mountain formation, and that ancient, vast aura fell into silence.

Boom!

The Kunpeng flapped its wings, riding the massive airflow inside.

Countless gazes focused on this mythical creature, filled with emotions of shock, worry, suspicion, confusion, and awe.

“This is Wendaozong.” Li Wujie sighed.

Everywhere he looked were lofty, majestic mountains, a mist swirling and auspicious clouds rising, resembling a celestial paradise.

“I am An Zizai, the Sect Master of Wendaozong, here to welcome Dao Friend Ye’s great arrival.” An Zizai stood in the void, not daring to be negligent, bowing respectfully.

At that moment, he finally noticed the scene on the back of the Kunpeng; it was essentially a massive moving island, its size jaw-dropping.

Goodness, you treat your mount like a home?!

Swish, swish, swish~

Several figures rushed through the sky towards them.

“Sect Master An, this is too polite.” Ye Junlin stood calmly with his hands behind his back, speaking softly.

An Zizai stared closely at this silver-haired youth, feeling the unfathomable aura of his cultivation, his heart trembling.

No wonder he could wipe out the Hanging Temple; this kid is terrifying!

Just as An Zizai was about to speak, a voice like a nightingale interrupted him.

“Ye Gongzi!!”

Seeing Ye Junlin, An Miaoyi was like a little bird, excitedly fluttering over, her joy evident.

An Zizai’s eyes nearly bulged out, “Mia, Miaoyi, you…”

Seeing the daughter of the sect master getting close to this legendary killing god shocked everyone, who almost thought their eyes were deceiving them.

Ye Junlin smiled kindly, “Miss An, it’s nice to see you again.”

He recalled her clearly, noticing a hint of foolishness in the pure gaze she had back then!

But looking at her now, it seemed that trait hadn’t disappeared!

An Miaoyi felt both anxious and expectant, “Ye Gongzi, did you come because you heard Wendaozong is in trouble, to help us? Or perhaps, did you specifically come to see me?”

Ye Junlin rubbed his nose, “Ahem, a bit of both!”

Actually, he wanted to say it’s mainly for the third reason—to successfully check in at your Wendaozong.

Wait a minute.

I’m already at Wendaozong, why hasn’t the system reacted yet?

Damn, this thing is really unreliable!

Ye Junlin silently cursed.

Upon hearing this, An Miaoyi’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she shyly said, “Thank you, Ye Gongzi.”

To An Miaoyi, Ye Junlin’s answer was enough to say everything; she felt important to him!

Watching this yellow-clad girl’s slightly reddened face, Ye Junlin raised a few question marks in his head.

What the hell?

Why are you blushing like a tea kettle?

“Elder Fan, is this really my daughter?” An Zizai was dumbfounded.

In his eyes, his precious daughter was strong-willed, inflexible, temperamental, lacking adaptability, a bit violent, and usually quite loud—yet now, in front of Ye Junlin, she was acting shy like a little girl, showing unprecedented gentleness.

This made him, as a father, feel strange pangs of envy and jealousy.

Fan Dezhen chuckled, “Sect Master, didn’t you notice? She’s had her heart set on someone for a long time.”

“But why does it have to be him?” Looking at the silver-haired youth and recalling his past atrocities, An Zizai’s eyelids twitched, and chills spread through him.

“Actually, you all misjudged him. Senior Ye is quite an interesting person,” Fan Dezhen recalled their previous exchanges, feeling amazed.

Because there was an aura about him that felt completely out of place in this world.

“Ye Junlin!!”

Suddenly, an uncontrollable angry voice erupted.

Everyone turned their gazes, their expressions shifting dramatically.

Chen Xiao appeared in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired youth, fury burning within him. Hatred nearly blinded him, and his fists crackled with tension.

He hadn’t expected this person to visit today, but what broke him even more was that An Miaoyi, who had been indifferent to him, had just approached Ye Junlin with a joyful demeanor.

Why the hell?!

Am I, Chen Xiao, not good enough compared to this guy?

Chen Xiao was both angry and frustrated, his pride deeply hurt.

But after a moment, he composed himself and sneered, “Ye Junlin, you know I’m here, don’t you? I just want to tell you, your tricks are quite childish. I’m no longer the old me. Now, with the big enemy at hand, I hope you behave yourself and contribute more for the Human Race!”

“Hiss!” Gasps of shock filled the air, sweat forming beads on their foreheads.

This guy is lecturing the killing god Ye Junlin?

“Ye Gongzi…” An Miaoyi’s face showed worry, fearing Ye Junlin would lose face.

Chen Xiao acted all righteous, a glimmer of smugness in his eyes.

He just wanted to stand on the moral high ground, making this killer feel embarrassed!

The atmosphere became serious and tense, everyone eager to see how this killing god would retaliate effectively.

After all, sometimes a verbal sparring match showed more about a cultivator’s temperament and emotional intelligence.

In that moment, under countless gazes, Ye Junlin observed this impressive young man, his brow furrowing deeply, stroking his chin as if deep in thought. After a long pause, he delivered a soul-searching question:

“Who are you?”