Chapter 100
âNetherworld Thunder Prison!â Lei Qianjue roared. Thousands of lightning bolts gathered around him, forming a prison of lightning that trapped Yang Chen within.
But.
Roar!
A dragonâs roar echoed. Yang Chenâs body shone with golden light. He seemed to transform into a golden dragon, breaking through the lightning prison with a punch, hitting Lei Qianjue.
Puff!
Lei Qianjue was sent flying, spitting blood and pieces of his internal organs in the air.
âDie!â Lei Qianjue roared. Lightning flashed, striking Yang Chen. However, it only shredded his clothes without causing any harm to his body. Yang Chen had fused with the spine of a divine dragon, his body was as tough as a true dragon.
Lei Qianjue, being at the first level of the Soul Transformation stage, couldnât harm his body with a hurried attack. This fact surprised Yang Chen. The body, after fusing with the divine dragonâs spine, although equivalent to the Seventh stage of the Nascent Soul realm in physical cultivation, had astonishing defense. Under the Soul Transformation stage, it was impossible to hurt him.
Yang Chenâs punch heavily injured Lei Qianjue, causing his chest to cave in.
If not for the large amount of lightning he summoned to protect himself at the last moment, this punch would have exploded his body.
Puff!
Lei Qianjue landed on the ground, spitting blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
His old face instantly turned pale and weak. âBody cultivator, youâre actually a body cultivator! Damn it!â Lei Qianjue growled.
Seeing Yang Chen unharmed after taking his lightning strike, he couldnât care less about threats. He transformed into a bolt of lightning and fled towards the horizon. He had intended to kill. That boy must have noticed. If he stayed here, he would likely die. Watching Lei Qianjue disappear, Yang Chen smirked. This old guyâs combat power was mediocre, but his escape skills were top-notch. However, he didnât chase after him but transmitted a message to Yan Jiu.
âYan Jiu, follow him quietly!â
Landing from the sky, Yang Chen looked at the crowd but was slightly stunned. He noticed Zhao Shirou blushing, her beautiful eyes full of coy shyness.
Xu Qingxuan had a look of discovery, her eyes wide open. Everyone else was staring at a specific spot on him. What was going on? Yang Chen looked down and was stunned. Damn. His clothes were all shredded by Lei Qianjueâs lightning. Now, he was completely naked.
Yang Chen was about to take out some clothes to wear when he saw Li Haoâs gaze. That look was full of shock, shame, and inferiority. A slight curve appeared on Yang Chenâs lips. It seemed he had dealt a blow to Haoâer. No wonder, as a body cultivator fused with a divine dragonâs spine, this was his strength.
Sigh, Haoâer, donât feel inferior, your father really didnât do it on purpose.
âBrother Chen, arenât you going to put on some clothes!â Zhao Shirou came forward, her face red with embarrassment, her eyes resentful and a bit jealous. Her man shouldnât be seen by other women. Some female cultivators present had their eyes glued to him, especially that girl Xu Qingxuan, whose eyes almost popped out.
âOh, I forgot! Sorry everyone, sorry!â Yang Chen pretended to realize and embarrassedly turned his body towards Li Hao, winking at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âDamn bastard!â Li Haoâs face twisted in anger, clenching his fists tightly. That bastard did it on purpose to humiliate him.
Damn you, Yang Chen!
[Ding, host has shown off his physique, deeply shocking and humiliating Li Hao, causing his mindset to collapse. Li Hao has lost 500 points of Providence Luck. The Host has gained 500 VPs!]
Hmm? Yang Chen was stunned. He could gain VPs like this as well? Haoâer, you really make your father look at you in a new light. Hehe.
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Defeating Lei Qianjue, who was at the first level of the Soul Transformation realm, Yang Chen had to use all his trump cards: the Primordial Fire, the 36 Forms of the Heavenly Demon Stone Carving technique, and the power of his physical body.
He used everything without holding back.
Though he managed to seriously injure Lei Qianjue, it was partly because Lei Qianjue underestimated him.
Lei Qianjue probably never dreamed that Yang Chen was a body cultivator.
That punch landed squarely on Lei Qianjueâs heart.
Although it didnât directly shatter his body, the blood filled with fragments of his organs indicated that his heart was definitely broken.
The importance of the heart to a cultivatorâs body cannot be overstated.
Without his heart, Lei Qianjueâs strength drastically reduced. Of course, for a Soul Transformation cultivator, the strength of the physical body was only part of their power. This was because Nascent Soul cultivators had already condensed their primordial spirit and could use it to manipulate the forces of heaven and earth.
However, Yan Jiu was a cultivator of the Soul Cult.
Having devoured the Venerable Cangchen and Li Tengshan, and after half a year of arduous cultivation, his strength had reached the half-step Soul Transformation realm.
With only the power of his primordial spirit left, Lei Qianjue was at a disadvantage against Yan Jiu.
If Lei Qianjueâs physical body had been intact, Yan Jiu might not have been his match.
But now, Lei Qianjue definitely couldnât escape Yan Jiuâs clutches. Thatâs why Yang Chen didnât continue pursuing him. After all, Lei Qianjue was the great elder of the Wind and Thunder Sect. Such dirty work was better left to Yan Jiu.
A few days later, in Zhao Shirouâs palace, Yang Chen squatted on the ground, his ear pressed against Zhao Shirouâs swollen belly.
âBrother Chen, stop it! Itâs only been six months; can you really hear anything?â Zhao Shirou teased.
But her jade-like hands were exploring Yang Chenâs head. Her charming eyes were full of gentle love.
âOther peopleâs children canât be heard at six months, but our son is different! How many children have you seen with a golden glow in the womb?â Yang Chen said with a smile.
His ear pressed against Zhao Shirouâs belly, listening to the movements inside, he was quite surprised.
Their sonâs extraordinary talent and golden glow in the womb should be due to his fusion with the Dragon Spine.
After fusing with the Dragon Spine, his physique had fundamentally improved. He was no weaker than a True Dragon Body.
The True Dragon Body was a legendary supreme physique. So, in the end, itâs all about having good seeds.
âBrother Chen, what do you think we should name our child?â Zhao Shirou asked at this moment.
âName?â Â Yang Chen looked up, a playful glint in his eyes. It was time to name their son again. But according to his rules, naming the child depended on the elder brotherâs name.
As Yang Chen was thinking, Zhao Shirou said: âBrother Chen, you always say itâs a boy. How about naming him Yang Wu (Wu as in noon), since noon comes after morning?â
âYang Wu?â Yang Chen frowned upon hearing this.
Why do women always like to use him as a benchmark for naming their children?
Both Lin Xilan and Zhao Shirou did the same.
Sigh.
âSmack!â Yang Chen gave Zhao Shirou a solid smack.
He lightly scolded: âDonât be silly! I am the father, the elder, noon and morning are the same! How can a son stand on equal footing with his father?â
Hearing Yang Chenâs reprimand, Zhao Shirou suddenly realized.
âYouâre right, Brother Chen! Itâs my fault for not thinking it through! Then, Brother Chen, do you have a suitable name in mind?â
Yang Chen thought for a moment and said: âTo name our son, we should consider his elder brotherâs name! Haoâerâs name has the character âHaoâ in it! It is said that in ancient times, there was an Emperor Haotian who was unrivaled in the world! Haoâer took the character âHaoâ, so our son should take the character âTianâ (heaven)! Letâs name him Yang Tian! It sounds bright and imposing! Rouâer, what do you think?â
âYang Tian?â Â Zhao Shirouâs beautiful eyes lit up.
She was clearly very satisfied with this name.