Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, a slender, black-clad figure slowly approached. The figure’s posture was proud and aloof, and as the moonlight illuminated his face, it revealed none other than Xiao Dong.

“The Fallen Valley truly lives up to its reputation as a graveyard for the Heavenly Dao Holy Land’s elders and disciples. This time, I managed to devour the Primordial Essence of seven or eight spiritual bodies!

“Though the effects can’t compare to when I devoured my own Pure Yang Physique, the sheer amount of true energy within them has significantly boosted my cultivation! In just eight days, I’ve already reached the third stage of the Nascent Soul Realm! Hmph! At this rate, it won’t be long before I ascend to the Void Refinement Realm or even the Dao Integration Realm! The first thing I’ll do then is skin that bastard Yang Chen alive!”

Xiao Dong’s thoughts were filled with venom as his gaze shifted toward his sister’s courtyard in the distance.

It was completely dark, a clear sign that she wasn’t there. His eyes then turned to Yang Chen’s courtyard, where a faint glow of light shone.

Taking a deep breath, his nostrils caught a whiff of an enticing aroma.

“That smells amazing!” he muttered. “Could it be … my sister’s cooking for Yang Chen? Shameless woman!” Xiao Dong seethed inwardly.

“All these years, you couldn’t even be bothered to cook for me, and now, even while pregnant, you’re bending over backward to play maid for someone else?”

Bitterness and anger swirled within his heart.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he strode toward Yang Chen’s courtyard.

“I’ll see for myself what these two shameless people are up to!” he muttered darkly as he approached the gate.

…

At the courtyard entrance. Xiao Dong moved stealthily.

Having cultivated the Gluttonous Beast’s Devouring

Art, he now possessed extraordinary skills in concealing his aura.

This was because the creator of this divine art anticipated that practitioners would rapidly ascend in strength. If discovered, they might not be able to explain it, leading to exposure.

Thus, the creator included a technique for suppressing one’s aura within the manual. Now, as long as Xiao Dong didn’t actively release his aura, even a cultivator at the Dao Integration Realm would struggle to detect him.

Standing at the courtyard entrance, Xiao Dong glanced inside.

Instantly, his gaze froze. The veins on his forehead bulged. His fists clenched tightly. His expression turned ferocious in an instant.

Under the moonlight, that shameless woman Chu Xi was actually with Yang Chen.

“Argh!” Xiao Dong roared inwardly. He wanted to charge in and strike them with a palm.

But … he ultimately restrained himself. Because he knew it would be pointless.

This wasn’t the first time he had caught them doing this.

Chu Xi, that treacherous woman, was even pregnant with Yang Chen’s illegitimate child now. If he acted rashly, it would expose his own strength.

Reaching the third layer of the Nascent Soul Realm in just a few days—if Yang Chen became suspicious, things could take a turn for the worse.

“Damn it! Yang Chen, f*** your mother! One day, I’ll cut you into pieces! And as for that bastard child, I’ll smash it into pulp right in front of you! Ahhh, f*** your mother!”

Xiao Dong howled in anguish internally.

Meanwhile …

A voice echoed in Yang Chen’s mind.

[Ding! Xiao Dong witnessed the host being together with Chu Xi, causing his mental state to collapse. Xiao Dong’s luck has been plundered—1,000 points deducted. The host gains 1,000 VPs!]

“Hm?” Yang Chen was momentarily surprised.

Junior Brother Xiao Dong saw this? When did he arrive? Why didn’t I notice?

Yang Chen released his divine sense outward.

Outside the courtyard, he spotted a despondent figure slowly walking away.

It was indeed Xiao Dong.

“Strange … Why does Xiao Dong have a faint aura of death around him?”

Yang Chen was puzzled.

Since his primordial spirit had merged with the innate source of light, he had become extremely sensitive to demonic and evil energies.  Though Xiao Dong appeared normal on the surface, Yang Chen could sense a faint, lingering aura of death on him.

However, it was well concealed. If he hadn’t been paying close attention, he might not have noticed it at all. Could it be that Xiao Dong, like Yan’er, had also started cultivating demonic arts?

If that’s the case, as his brother-in-law, I’ll have no choice but to enact justice, even against my own family.

Heh heh.

“Brother Chen, what’s wrong with you?”

At that moment, Chu Xi asked indistinctly.

“Nothing, I just remembered something suddenly! Xi’er, carry on with what you’re doing!” Yang Chen replied with a smile.

“Annoying!” Chu Xi rolled her eyes at him.

…

A few days later. Yang Chen was enjoying a hotpot in the small courtyard with Chu Xi and Qing’er.

That little girl, Qing’er, had clearly developed a craving for hotpot ever since the first time she tried it.

To please her sister-in-law, Chu Xi made it for her again.

Just then, a figure in a moon-colored robe suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

“Master!” Upon seeing Zhan Qiuyun, Chu Xi immediately stood up.

Zhan Qiuyun’s gaze fell on the steaming hotpot on the table, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips, silently cursing:

This brat sure knows how to enjoy life. He doesn’t seem to care at all about what’s happening outside.

“Xiao Chen, come with me. I need to talk to you,” Zhan Qiuyun said solemnly before walking out of the courtyard.

Yang Chen didn’t ask much, knowing that this beautiful master-aunt must be in a foul mood lately—most likely because of the

Yu Kong Seal

.

…

In Zhan Qiuyun’s residence.

“Xiao Chen, what did the Holy Lord say to you after I left that day?” Zhan Qiuyun stood beneath a meditative tree, her moon-colored robe trailing the ground, her figure graceful and alluring.

Her snow-white jade-like face was free of makeup, yet it was breathtakingly beautiful. However, at the moment, her expression carried less mirth and more worry.

Fallen leaves were scattered at her feet, and the autumn scenery behind her was enchanting.

The combination of the person and the setting created a melancholic beauty unique to autumn.

“You little rascal, stop staring! Focus on the matter at hand! Every day, what on earth are you thinking about? And the other night, you and Chu Xi … Honestly, I don’t even want to talk about it!”

Seeing Yang Chen’s gaze wandering over her, Zhan Qiuyun huffed in frustration.

“Martial Aunt, you! Ah, you’re making it hard for me to continue living on your Youyue Peak!” Yang Chen was startled by Zhan Qiuyun’s words.

He hadn’t expected this old woman to resort to spying. Her methods were truly low.

“Hmph! You think I wanted to look? It sullied my eyes!” Zhan Qiuyun shot Yang Chen a glare at his words.

That night, she had unintentionally swept her divine sense over Yang Chen’s courtyard, only to witness that utterly embarrassing scene.

This little brat had not only tainted her eyes but also defiled her Youyue Peak.

The peak had always forbidden romantic entanglements. Anyone who violated this rule would be expelled from the holy land without exception.