Chapter 1678

Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal's pupils contracted, staring at Shang Hongxue. She was furious at this love‑brain woman before her—that was a top‑tier opportunity, allowing her to directly escape this place, escape everything, go out and cultivate for ten years, which would be far stronger than cultivating a hundred years here.

This place simply cannot compare to the Flying Immortal Sect; the density of heavenly and earthly spiritual qi, or rather the heavenly‑earthly rules of this place—cultivating here, only someone extraordinarily monstrous can hope to rise; take this kid before you, for example. Others, sorry, have no chance at all; reaching the True Realm is already cause for celebration, while attaining the Dao Realm is hardly possible.

After all, not everyone is Chen Chuyang; not everyone is this monstrous talent of his.

"Girl, you'd better think it through—this is a heaven‑sized opportunity; once missed, it's truly missed, and you'll never encounter it again in this lifetime."

"Opportunity comes only once; if you fail to seize it, sorry, you'll never encounter such an opportunity again."

The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal truly hopes Shang Hongxue will agree with her, hoping she won't delude herself and won't be too… anxious in her reply; a woman's prospects are inherently limited, and the path of cultivation is extremely arduous, far worse than for a man.

Shang Hongxue staying here brings her no benefit; upon reaching the third stage of the Cultivation, wanting to break through is difficult, unless she can find someone with abundant resources to support her—this isn't something one person can provide, which is precisely what the Flying Immortal Sect can accomplish.

Other factions do not value the Cultivation as highly as the Flying Immortal Sect does; among many special physiques, it's not that the Cultivation is the strongest, and there are plenty of physiques equal to it—those sects naturally have their own talents, all kept hidden.

"I've decided—I only want to stay by my husband's side for the rest of my life; I won't go anywhere." Shang Hongxue answered firmly.

She won't say she'll leave her husband's side, nor could she leave Longshe Shan; the Flying Immortal Sect is fine, Tianwai is also good, but it doesn't suit her—Shang Hongxue doesn't want to go to Tianwai, nor does she want to leave her husband; her current days she enjoys greatly and feels happy.

After leaving her husband, she would lose everything; Shang Hongxue could never do that. Moreover, she owes her present status to Chen Chuyang—without him, she wouldn't be where she is today—and following her husband offers greater prospects, whereas the Flying Immortal Sect is just… that.

Why would she abandon the near for the far, give up the best thigh, and rush to embrace the Flying Immortal Sect? She's not stupid.

"You…" the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal pointed at Shang Hongxue, utterly bewildered—why would this be?

Not to mention this place; even if it were the geniuses of Tianwai, hearing the Flying Immortal Sect's invitation, they would join without hesitation, becoming part of the sect—but with this woman, why wouldn't it work?

"Do you know how mighty the Flying Immortal Sect is? Do you know what your refusal means?"

The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal said, vexed that iron won't become steel: "Girl, put it this way—if the Flying Immortal Sect wishes, your world can be overturned at any moment; you people, before the Flying Immortal Sect, are like ants."

"Follow me to the Flying Immortal Sect, and you can obtain the finest arts, the greatest divine abilities, the richest resources, indeed the best of everything—so long as you desire it, the Flying Immortal Sect can satisfy you."

"Once your strength is sufficient, you can do whatever you wish—why cling to this world?"

"Men only hinder your cultivation, girl; come with me, and I can guarantee you'll surely reach the pinnacle—even becoming a saint is not impossible."

"Saints—those are things they've never even dared to dream of, not daring to think, nor to… yearn for."

The True Realm is already their utmost wish; if they could Advancement to the Dao Realm, that would already be a tremendous honor.

"Saints— they don't even dare to think of them, nor dare to entertain the idea—this is the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal's deliberate ploy, painting a grand pie to tempt Shang Hongxue, making her heart stir; once her heart stirs, this woman cannot escape."

"No." Shang Hongxue shook her head again in refusal, looking at the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal, she said solemnly: "I won't leave; no matter what benefits you give me, I could never leave my husband."

"My husband is the most important thing to me."

In her heart, Chen Chuyang is irreplaceable.

Shang Hongchen lifted her head, gazing at Shang Hongxue; at this moment she understood the gap between herself and her sister—if this opportunity fell to her, would she, like her sister, unhesitatingly choose Chen Chuyang?

Would she hesitate? Would she choose to go to the Flying Immortal Sect?

Shang Hongchen dare not be certain, for she knows she is strong‑willed and does not wish to rely on Chen Chuyang for a lifetime—that is the difference between her and Shang Hongxue.

Even though she has become Chen Chuyang's wife now, her personality remains as it was—only slightly altered, a bit more restrained.

Grandmother Long Zetian looked at Shang Hongxue in astonishment, her heart full of relief: "This is the Shang Hongxue I know."

"This kid Chen Chuyang really has good eyesight."

"Hongxue is the primary wife; no one can shake her position. Earlier, Long Zetian might have been puzzled, thinking other women weren't bad either, perhaps even better."

At this moment she realized—what man wouldn't dote on such a woman?

Chen Chuyang smiled and said: "Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal, you heard that, right? Now you may leave."

The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal stared at Chen Chuyang, her expression shifting, and she said coldly: "What if I insist on taking her away?"

Soft tactics won't work; the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal is ready to use force—she cannot abandon Shang Hongxue, let her turn back, it's impossible.

"You can try?" Chen Chuyang narrowed his eyes, his aura erupting and enveloping the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal.

"Bang." The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal's body flew back several dozen meters, crashed to the ground, and spat out blood violently.

Kneeling on the ground, the Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal gazed at this scene, her eyes filled with disbelief—just a glance, and she herself had spat blood.

At this moment she realized the man before her was formidable; she was no match for Chen Chuyang, and if they came to blows, the one likely to die would be him.

This person had directed killing intent toward her.

Trembling, she rose to her feet, took a deep breath, wiped the blood from her lips, looked at Chen Chuyang, and clasped her hands: "Fellow Daoist, your techniques are impressive—I admire them."

"I never imagined this world could give birth to a monstrosity like you—it's truly inconceivable."

The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal experienced Chen Chuyang's terror, daring not to underestimate him, nor to make a move.

Such a world, yet it has produced this heaven‑defying monstrosity—truly beyond comprehension; clearly this world lacks such resources and could not cultivate someone like Chen Chuyang, yet he indeed exists.

This person is indeed of this world; he could not be some other ancient immortal.

"Kid, how about this—you also come with me, Elder, back to the Flying Immortal Sect; I can promise you an Elder's position and will spare no effort to cultivate your Advancement to sainthood." The Ten‑Li Fragrant Immortal looked at Chen Chuyang with manic eyes, as if beholding a heaven‑born treasure.