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Divine light engulfed Ye Chen and Yi Qingwu’s spiritual senses.

”Ah…” Yi Qingwu’s primordial spirit let out a startled cry, drained of all strength. Her seven-colored spirit not only yielded to Ye Chen’s guidance but began to actively cooperate.

Ye Chen’s body, standing nearby, trembled slightly. This sensation was different from his experience with Fan Qinghe. Though both were spiritual senses, they were worlds apart.

Fan Qinghe’s was vibrant and wild, while Yi Qingwu’s was like cold moonlight—chilly yet profound. Neither was superior, but the experience was striking, feeling as real as the physical body.

Beneath the Moon Palace, Yi Qingwu’s body wavered, barely able to stand. ”This is fake, all fake. You can’t shake my Dao heart, scoundrel!”

For the pure and pristine Yi Qingwu, this was utterly terrifying, as if she were truly experiencing it all. She nearly fainted from the ordeal.

Compared to her distress, Ye Chen recovered quickly. Having been through this before, he had some immunity. More importantly, his heart was set on the Dao, his will unshakable. He felt no pity for Yi Qingwu. She’d set up an array to ambush and kill him, armed with an Extreme Dao Weapon and the Broad Cold Divine Realm. Against anyone else, this would’ve been a death trap. His victory wasn’t due to her mercy but his own strength. In such a case, he wouldn’t hold back on retribution.

He’d intended to kill her outright, but the Moon Palace’s mysterious connection to her Broad Cold Immortal Physique made that difficult for now. This was the next best option—making her pay a price.

From a distance, Yi Qingwu’s body collapsed to the ground beneath the Moon Palace, her moonlit skin flushed with pink. Her voice, frail and trembling, pleaded, ”Ye Chen, stop now, and I’ll truly let you place the imprint!”

Watching their primordial spirits entwine in the void, she was on the verge of madness. Her spirit mirrored her body, making the sensations all too real—an unbearable scene. All she wanted was for it to stop; an imprint seemed trivial now. But Ye Chen ignored her, relentlessly driving his spiritual sense forward with forceful momentum. Even as her spirit faltered, he didn’t pause.

He didn’t trust Yi Qingwu. She was cunning, deploying countless tactics and killing moves against a mere Nascent Soul like him. Who knew what other schemes she hid? Ye Chen trusted only himself.

Just as when Fan Qinghe first underwent Nirvana.

After their divine communion ended, their spiritual senses merged seamlessly, allowing Ye Chen to effortlessly drain Yi Qingwu’s spirit sense. It was the same now. Once it was over, he could easily imprint his mark at her core without her needing to lower her defenses.

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In the void, the scene was breathtaking. Anyone witnessing it would be overwhelmed with excitement. This was undoubtedly the most stirring spectacle in all of Great Yan Continent.

After what felt like an eternity, it finally concluded. Yi Qingwu’s true form beneath the Moon Palace could barely stand, collapsing to the ground, her body drenched in sweat. She tried to recall her primordial spirit but was engulfed in a languid haze, unable to move a single finger. Her flushed, bewildered face, like rouge dissolving in water, was strikingly beautiful—a sight even the Holy Son of Heavenly Intention had never seen.

”Ye Chen, you’ve gone too far…” Yi Qingwu scolded, but her words lacked strength, sounding more like a petulant whine.

Ye Chen’s expression remained cold, devoid of any tenderness. His spirit sense flowed, swiftly forming two characters with a secret technique, striking toward the core of Yi Qingwu’s primordial spirit. Not something trivial like ”safe passage”—that would be too humiliating.

Ye Chen respected all beings and wouldn’t stoop to such acts. The two characters he formed were his own name. Having subdued Yi Qingwu, using his name as the imprint was only fitting—not an insult.

Yet, as Yi Qingwu’s primordial spirit saw those characters, her exquisite eyes widened, filled with humiliation and defiance. Powerless to resist, she could only cry out as Ye Chen’s name crashed into her spirit’s core, leaving an indelible mark.

”Ye Chen, you’re a demonic cultivator…” Her beautiful face was etched with resentment, fists clenched tightly, but it was futile—she could only rage helplessly. His name now resided at her spirit’s core, an imprint that would persist even if she ascended to the Immortal Platform. What greater humiliation could there be? Worst of all, she was the fiancée of the Holy Son of Heavenly Intention. How could she face him now?

Fury and shame consumed Yi Qingwu as she glared at Ye Chen. ”I’ll kill you someday! Kill you! Kill you! I’ll tell the Holy Son everything—how you humiliated his fiancée. Not even Hua Yunfei will save you then! The Holy Son will crush you with the Secret of Battle!”

Her words were frantic, unfiltered. Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Her defiance was bold, even with his mark on her. Should he toss her into the Human Emperor Banner for punishment?

Sensing his displeasure, Yi Qingwu tilted her chin defiantly. ”What? You’ll just use those vile Heavenly Desire Sect techniques to torment me again? Think I’m scared? Bring it on!”

Ye Chen smirked at her bizarre challenge. He wasn’t one for mercy. With a flash of his brow, his spirit sense surged again. Yi Qingwu’s spirit sense gritted her teeth, eyes shut, fearless yet powerless, occasionally taunting him with a huff.

After a long while, calm returned. Yi Qingwu fell silent, eyes still closed. Ye Chen considered releasing her spirit sense. With his mark in place, she’d be at his mercy in any future encounters. For now, he could toss her the Laurel Tree fragment and force her to accept it, curious about the outcome.

If it didn’t yield a critical result, he’d use it to fertilize the Enlightenment Tea Tree for a few extra leaves. The auction house mentioned there were more fragments in the Central Continent anyway. When vying for the Immortal Path, he’d head there, secure those fragments, and gift them to a Central Continent fairy—perhaps triggering a Moon Laurel Immortal Tree.

With that, Ye Chen casually released his hold, letting Yi Qingwu’s primordial spirit go. To his surprise, she didn’t flee. Instead, she raised her head proudly. ”That’s it? I may not have done anything with the Holy Son, but I know he’d outdo you in this. Once I return, I’ll have him suppress you!”

Her taunts continued, mocking Ye Chen as inferior. No man could tolerate such provocation. Without hesitation, he unleashed his spirit sense again, pressing down ruthlessly.