Chapter 3155

The black fox, held upside down by its tail by Chenshu, strained to curl itself into a ball, trying to lower its presence; its scarlet eyes were full of the will to survive—being able to yield and stand firm is what makes a true man!

It cleared its throat and spoke in as dignified a tone as it could manage: "Um… wouldn't you rather reseal me?"

The demon emperor was quite pleased with its calculations; these two cultivators looked freakishly strong, likely to ascend to the upper realm in a few hundred years. Then it could break the seal again and continue to wreak havoc in the demon ghost realm—how wonderful! Such freaks surely won't still be around in a few hundred years, right?

But Chenshu gave it no chance at all.

Seeing Jin Chen clutch his chest, apparently truly hurt, his face darkened; he raised his palm and clenched it in midair—the black fox didn't even have time to scream before turning to black smoke in his grasp.

The winds and clouds shifted, and the yin qi dissipated completely.

The demon ghosts that had been stubbornly resisting all turned to black smoke and dissipated with the demon emperor's fall; the dark clouds in the sky quickly cleared, and sunlight fell once more, shining on the scarred Seal‑Binding Mountain.

Everything returned to peace.

Chenshu and Jin Chen flew down from the peak.

The cultivators and ancestral elders all stepped back half a pace, their gazes toward Chenshu filled with indescribable reverence and awe, apprehension and curiosity, and… fear.

Only the elders of the Carefree Immortal Sect remained standing where they were, but they too seemed not to have reacted yet.

Chenshu's master, the Mountain-Splitting Martial Venerable Shi Potian, looked at his disciple with the eyes of one observing a monster, finally squeezing out a sentence: "Chenshu… what is your cultivation now?"

Chenshu was still looking at Jin Chen's injury; seeing they insisted on an answer, he casually picked a level: "... Mahayana?"

Everyone: "……"

How could this tone sound like it could change at any moment!

Moreover, that demon emperor had already been late Mahayana before being jointly sealed by all realms; after breaking through the seal, his cultivation only increased, not decreased. Chenshu slew him without breaking a sweat, and he certainly didn't look like a Mahayana cultivator.

But if it were tribulation crossing…

Everyone thought in a daze: Could such a young tribulation crossing be possible?

They really didn't want to admit it.

The sects came with great momentum, having prepared for half a year, nearly all the great powers mobilized, yet the demon emperor was slain in half a day—ah, no, if it weren't for Jin Chen suddenly fainting, Chenshu seemingly still wasn't preparing to act.

For a moment, not only were they observing Chenshu, but many also sighed and looked at Jin Chen with complex feelings, shaking their heads and sighing.

Sigh, to have such a handsome appearance, indeed they have the talent to be a calamity-bringer.

Only the Sect Leader of the Carefree Immortal Sect, Immortal Sovereign Lingxiao, was happily pleased, smoothing his disheveled long hair, revealing a very carefree, light smile: "Not bad, my Carefree Sect's personally transmitted disciple. Young people have promise."

Upon hearing this, the people from other sects, whose expressions had just eased, tensed up again for a moment, before recalling that this cultivator not only had limitless prospects, but was also from the Carefree Immortal Sect!

Jealousy! The Carefree Immortal Sect already has Shen Guiyan as a steady successor sect leader, plus this Buddha of unknown realm—why do all good things fall to them!

As for the small sects, never mind; many elders of the great sects immediately had thoughts, and after their initial wariness and fear faded, they all gathered around, wanting to befriend Chenshu.

"Chenshu fellow Daoist! I am the Sect Leader of Xuanzong Sect; may I have a word?"

"Young Chenshu, my Azure Cloud Sect has a secret realm……"

The crowd grew thicker. Some genuinely wanted to befriend, some harbored thoughts of poaching, some just wanted to get closer for another look. Jin Chen had just been shoved back half a step, raised his hand to cover his chest, "My head feels dizzy, my chest hurts, you're crowding too much."

Everyone: "……"

They hadn't forgotten how the demon emperor died. As soon as Jin Chen's words fell, the people surrounding him swished back three chi, fearing Chenshu would think Jin Chen's discomfort was their fault.

Jin Chen lightly coughed into his robe sleeve, nodded to everyone, "I really feel unwell; senior brother needs to take care of me, can't free up time, need to hurry back."

He looked at Chenshu, blinked his eyes, "Right?"

Chenshu's gaze lingered on the hand covering his chest, then lifted to meet those peach-blossom eyes full of guilt; originally still annoyed at Jin Chen for being oblivious and getting sneak-attacked before the demon emperor, but seeing this state also left him without temper, he raised his hand to return the embrace, whispering, "We'll settle this when we get back."

Jin Chen continued pretending not to hear, subtly making a hand signal to Shen Guiyan and company.

Qian Duoduo and the others, though also shocked, were more amazed at Chenshu's prowess; they reacted, taking advantage of the Sect Leader and uncles still guarding against other sects trying to poach corners while being perfunctory, Ye Xiao Man hastily activated the teleportation array, sending the nine of them away.

A flash of light, and only a few elders of the Carefree Immortal Sect remained on the spot.

Immortal Sovereign Lingxiao chuckled happily at the others from other sects: "Ah, the disciples are all promising; this is also unavoidable."

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Myriad Phenomena Peak.

He Yun had already received the news before Jin Chen and company returned; in the voice-transmitting talisman, Qian Duoduo senior brother's voice was urgent and fast; He Yun heard it through a fog, but being experienced, he had the sweeping disciples withdraw, closed the courtyard gate from outside, and ordered the gate-guarding disciples: "No one is allowed to enter today."

After all, Senior Brother Chenshu looked like he was very angry.

In the room, Chenshu poked Jin Chen's head, closed the door, and chastised his husband.

"What's your cultivation, what's the demon emperor's cultivation? And yet he managed to sneak-attack you."

Jin Chen retreated to the bedside, sat down, covered his chest, frowned, and shouted, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Chenshu watched his motion of covering his chest, saying nothing.

Jin Chen furtively opened one eye to look at Chenshu; seeing Chenshu's expression still not good, he licked his lips, leaned forward from the bedside, moved close, tilted his face up and kissed Chenshu's chin, then kissed the corner of his mouth, his voice softening, becoming sticky: "Everyone knows I sent a letter scolding the demon emperor from afar; I'm not feeling a bit embarrassed…… no serious injury."

Chenshu's head tilted from the kiss, then turned back as he chuckled, "If you could let him give you a serious injury, you shouldn't be playing in this minor world; go back to the Divine Pavilion and retreat into cultivation."

Upon hearing that, Jin Chen immediately pulled him into his embrace, turned sideways to lean in and kiss his forehead; his pupil color instead gained some indescribable pleasure, speaking with a hint of mischief, swaying Chenshu in his arms: "Yes yes yes, I was wrong, Master, wife, good older brother……"

Chenshu's stern face gradually lost its temper; his fingertips played with Jin Chen's lips, then he lowered his head and kissed him again, "Take off your clothes, let me check your injury."

"Okay."

Jin Chen readily agreed, lay back flat on the bed, spread his limbs into a pose for arbitrary inspection, allowing Chenshu to solemnly remove his outer robe.

Chenshu pressed on his chest, "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts." Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, caught Chenshu's fingertip between his lips, lightly bit it, and the fingers wrapped around Chenshu's waist twitched, "Alright, alright, don't touch. Press any further and it won't just be chest pain."

The two gazed at each other for a few breaths in the noon light streaming through the window.

Jin Chen lowered his head to look at himself, sighed, quite innocent, "Don't let you randomly touch, really."

Chenshu: "……"

Chenshu's posture leaning over him gradually relaxed over a few breaths; after looking at Jin Chen for a while, he finally gave in helplessly, slumped his waist and lay back into Jin Chen's embrace, his lower lip being taken into his mouth.

Jin Chen, as if licking candy, slowly and repeatedly sucked, tasting the sweetness and becoming increasingly uninhibited.

Chenshu naturally wanted to avoid Jin Chen's chest, but his arms could only brace on his shoulders for leverage, making him unable to move; being sucked made his whole body shudder, his scalp numb, he could only barely lift his neck, yet it seemed like he was actively meeting him; the originally half-open collar slipped down.

Chenshu still remembered Jin Chen's wound that wasn't really a wound, so he voluntarily sat down, not letting Jin Chen move around arbitrarily, and because he was lying prone and exerting force, his chest muscles looked even fuller; Jin Chen licked his lips, first taking it into his mouth and swallowing, that pair of amber-like Eyeballs were drenched, he lifted his gaze and blinked at Chenshu over and over, urging him to hurry and sit down.

Chenshu's lips were pressed tight, unable to resist such temptation.

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