Chapter 575

Chatting nonsense with this group of women would never end.

Wangmu Benti said, "Look, the Wangmu Immortal Palace."

Xu Chen was stunned: "This... isn't your place of cultivation?"

Wangmu Benti said, "Yes, so this place is the best."

Xu Chen nodded: "Fine, since that's the case, I'll cultivate here in the Wangmu Immortal Palace."

"Whoosh!"

Having said that, Xu Chen's body flickered slightly and he abruptly vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already inside the palace hall of the Immortal Palace.

He saw an Emperor Grade Treasure: the Xianyun Cushion.

This was a cushion of the Martial Emperor level; when sitting cross-legged on it, clouds of Qi would swirl around.

The cloud Qi could calm a Martial Artist's mind and aid better cultivation.

At the same time, the cushion would continuously absorb the surrounding Spiritual Qi, gathering it onto the Martial Artist's body.

Simply put, cultivation speed doubled.

Seeing this, Xu Chen was immediately quite satisfied0………

This kind of good thing was indeed probably only usable by Wangmu Benti.

For anyone else, it was something to be admired from afar, unattainable.

He walked up to it and slowly sat cross-legged.

He immediately sensed a faint fragrance.

Though he didn't know whether it was the floral scent Wangmu Benti had sprinkled, or Wangmu Benti's own body fragrance.

He felt it was more like Wangmu Benti's body fragrance.

Of course, he didn't pay it much mind.

After sitting down cross-legged, he activated the "Eternal Immortal Art" and began absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to cultivate.

In an instant, Xu Chen transformed into a vortex, frantically absorbing Spiritual Qi.

As for the crowd outside.

Seeing Xu Chen swagger into the Wangmu Immortal Palace just like that, they immediately gnashed their teeth in a wave of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

This Wangmu Immortal Palace — it wasn't just a rumor — no man had ever been able to enter it.

Before Xu Chen, countless men had tried to force their way in, but all had failed.

The next day, Yaochi Shengdi would toss out their corpses, their Divine Souls utterly destroyed.

After that, not many people dared to try breaking in anymore.

In other words, the Wangmu Immortal Palace was an existence to be admired from afar, unattainable.

The many men present certainly all wished they could enter and take a look inside.

Unfortunately, there was no way.

Only Xu Chen could enter it, and even then it was Xi Wangmu begging him to go in.

Otherwise, Xu Chen would have just run off to Mo Xinyan's side.

Thinking of this, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched wildly. Damn, the two great female Holy Land masters were fighting to keep Xu Chen around.

That Mo Xinyan was about to cry, and Xi Wangmu was even more coquettishly sweet.

That kind of offensive display made them all want to beat up that thief Xu.

How hateful — why didn't they have this kind of treatment?

Really, right now that thief Xu was extremely, extremely hate-magnetizing.

Although he hadn't done a thing, he was now a public enemy, an absolute public enemy.

Especially when their gazes swept over Mo Xinyan, Xi Wangmu Benti, Xiwangmu Fenshen, Jiang Xianying.

And Jiang Lingjun, Yun Qianyue, Dongfang Yunyan, Wanmo Nudi.

They were so envious they were about to cry.

Damn!

With so many of them, which one wasn't of outstanding bearing, devastatingly beautiful?

Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with them.

After all, all of these belonged entirely to that thief Xu!