Chapter 51 - Failed Assassination and Suffering Heavy Damage! Overestimated Ye Yun!

Chapter 51 — Failed Assassination and Suffering Heavy Damage! Overestimated Ye Yun!

In Yang Chen’s room.

Yan Jiu knelt on one knee on the ground.

“Master, I sense a soul fluctuation! It should be at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm!”

“Initial Nascent Soul realm?”

A hint of amusement flashed across Yang Chen’s face.

He came back tonight to give Ye Yun an opportunity to strike.

After all, the young lady Leng Yuyan was his beloved forbidden fruit in his heart. Today, he and Leng Yuyan had almost gone all the way.

So Ye Yun had to take action against him tonight.

Yang Chen was eager to see the true potential of a reincarnated Void Refinement cultivator.

Therefore, to be on the safer side, he called Yan Jiu over in advance.

But unexpectedly, his opponent was only at the initial Nascent Soul realm.

Is this Ye Yun’s current strength? Seems a bit weak.

“Master, shall I go and deal with him directly? If I devour this delicious soul, I can reach the Tenth stage of the Nascent Soul realm, or might even break through to the Soul Transformation realm! After which, I can also become a more capable helper to you, master! I can serve you better!”

Yan Jiu’s withered face had an ingratiating look.

But Yang Chen shook his head.

“Don’t move against him for now, I’m keeping him for another purpose! However, you can have a little snack today!”

“Snack?”

Yan Jiu didn’t understand.

At this moment, a murderous aura surged into the room.

A blue-faced, fanged Asura, holding a steel fork, appeared and stabbed directly at Yang Chen.

“Die!”

The voice was shrill and hoarse, like a grim reaper from hell.

This was a soul attack technique.

It bypassed the cultivator’s physical body and went straight for the soul.

Although Nascent Soul cultivators could start using their soul power, they weren’t proficient in it. Usually, true cultivation of soul techniques began only in the late Nascent Soul realm.

So, if Yang Chen was truly just an ordinary First Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he might not be able to dodge this strike.

But he wasn’t ordinary.

“Humph! A mere illusory soul projection dares to offend my master!”

Yan Jiu stood in front, slapping out a palm that sent the Netherworld Asura flying away.

A avaricious smile appeared on Yan Jiu’s face.

He understood what his master meant by a snack.

This blue-faced asura was definitely formed from that brat’s soul power.

Although far from the main body, it was indeed a delicious little dish.

“Master?” Yan Jiu looked at Yang Chen.

“Go ahead, clean it up quickly!”

“Yes!” Yan Jiu walked towards the Netherworld Asura, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth on his withered face.

“Hee hee!”

“Die!”

The Netherworld Asura stabbed directly at Yan Jiu with its fork. But the steel fork passed through Yan Jiu’s body.

And Yan Jiu turned into a black mist.

The black mist instantly enveloped the Netherworld Asura.

Crunch! Crunch!

The sound of crunching came from within the black mist.

Yang Chen felt a chill listening to it.

Although the Soul Cult was categorised as evil, their soul secret arts were indeed formidable.

Simply treating a soul body of an entity as a delicacy.

After devouring it, they can even directly absorb the soul power, increasing their own strength.

If not for the method being too monstrous, he would have wanted to learn it too. However, this blue-faced Asura should be the strongest attack Ye Yun could currently unleash. With the attack being only at the initial stage of Nascent Soul realm.

And so easily dispatched.

It seems he had overestimated him before.

…

In Ye Yun’s room.

Puh!

Ye Yun, sitting cross-legged on the ground, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The aura around him instantly withered.

“How is this possible! The Netherworld Asura disappeared? Yang Chen is just a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if the assassination failed, my soul power should have returned back to me! But the soul power disappeared directly! Moreover, what is this sense of dread! What’s going on?”

Ye Yun couldn’t figure it out.

He had turned a portion of his soul power into the Netherworld Asura, that was able to directly strike a cultivator’s soul.

An initial stage Nascent Soul cultivator, if not trained in soul techniques, would find it very difficult to resist such an attack.

Even if the assassination failed, the Netherworld Asura would’ve returned back to him. He could then merge it back with his soul.

But now, that part of soul power had vanished completely. Not only did the assassination fail, his own soul was left injured.

“Damn it! Yang Chen, I didn’t expect that as a mere Nascent Soul cultivator from the remote Northern Spiritual Realm, you would’ve mastered such soul techniques! I have underestimated you! No, I must quickly cultivate to the late Foundation Building realm, I must kill him! Meanwhile, I must keep a close watch on my aunt, I absolutely cannot let the her become his lover!”

…

[Ding, Ye Yun used a soul secret art to assassinate the host and has failed. He has received a backlash and his soul has been injured. Host has plundered 500 points of Providence Luck from the Protagonist, Ye Yun. The host has gained 500 VPs!]

Another 500 VPs gained.

However, when Ye Yun had caught him and Leng Yuyan being intimate, he was rewarded with a 1000 points of the brat’s Providence Luck. Now, even with his failed assassination and soul injury, he only took about 500 points from him.

This showed the importance of the Leng Yuyan to Ye Yun.

I still need to keep going.

The next day.

Even before Yang Chen woke up, there was a knock on the door.

“Brother Chen, are you awake?” Leng Yuyan’s elegant voice came through.

Yang Chen got up and went out.

In the small courtyard, Leng Yuyan placed a lunch box on the stone table.

“Brother Chen, I woke up early today and saw the osmanthus flowers in full bloom, so I made some osmanthus cakes, have a taste!”

Saying that, Leng Yuyan opened the lunch box. Taking out two plates of osmanthus cakes.

A sweet fragrance wafted over.

Yang Chen took a bite to taste.

“Mm, it’s tastes so good!”

“Really?”

Hearing Yang Chen’s praise, Leng Yuyan’s beautiful eyes were filled with delight.

“As long as Brother Chen likes it! I’ll make them every day from now on!”

“Every day?”

The corners of Yang Chen’s mouth curled up into a smile.

Then he sat beside her, pulling her into his embrace.

“Brother Chen!” Leng Yuyan let out a coquettish cry, but showed no resistance.

“Don’t take Yun’er’s words from last night too seriously! Yun’er is just a child who has lived with me for too long, and is a bit reluctant to leave me! But I’ll persuade him!”

Leng Yuyan said softly in Yang Chen’s embrace.

Yang Chen smiled: “Don’t worry, Yun’er is your nephew, which makes him my nephew too! I won’t take him too seriously!”

“Mm, Brother Chen, you’re so good!” Leng Yuyan cooed softly.

Yang Chen looked at her exquisite face, her crystal-like red lips.

She had clearly put on careful makeup today.

Truly a woman who was a pleasure to look at.

Swallowing the osmanthus cake in his mouth, he leaned down to kiss her.

“Mmph, mmph!” Leng Yuyan struggled slightly before wrapping her arms around his neck, melting into his embrace.