Chapter 154 Unable to Go to the Void Profound Hell

Ye Sheng hurriedly raised three fingers and swore, "I, Ye Sheng of the Ye family, swear that if I ever speak of the events that occurred on the mystical island or the people I met there, I will... I will turn into an infant and lose the ability to speak!"

"..."

You Xiyue hadn't expected Ye Sheng to be so harsh on himself with his oath.

If he were to remain in the form of an infant for the rest of his life...

The imprint of the oath soon sank into the center of Ye Sheng's brow.

Fan Lihua blinked as she looked at Ye Sheng, quite surprised that without any heavenly contract, merely raising three fingers was enough to create a genuine binding force.

"I'll let you off."

You Xiyue finally took a step back.

The originally excited mountain of spiritual stones suddenly quieted down, looking somewhat disappointed with this outcome. It had thought it would be able to chase after Ye Sheng for a while longer.

Ye Sheng naturally sensed the low pressure emanating from the mountain.

He stood up and retreated a short distance away.

What a ghostly place this was; both the people and the island were utterly bizarre.

Ye Sheng cast a stealthy glance at You Xiyue. "Elder sister, since this island belongs to you, might you allow me to go home? My father is likely worried sick."

"Mm." You Xiyue nodded, lifted her sleeve, and waved it in Ye Sheng's direction.

True to her word, Ye Sheng vanished.

You Xiyue looked around her expanded natal island, then turned to Fan Lihua who stood nearby. "Cultivate diligently and guard our home."

"Understood, Young Mistress."

You Xiyue took two steps forward and likewise vanished from sight.

Fan Lihua sighed softly and returned to the side of the Xingruo Pool to continue her cultivation.

Following a flash of light, You Xiyue suddenly appeared on a street.

This street actually felt somewhat familiar.

Accompanied by a familiar voice as well.

"Eh?? Elder sister, how did you follow me out??"

Without even turning her head, You Xiyue knew this was Ye Sheng, whom she had just tossed off the island.

Shouldn't she have arrived directly in the Netherly Profound Hell upon leaving the island? How could she be in the upper realm of the Profound Realm?

No wonder this street felt familiar; she used to wander around here frequently in her childhood.

"..."

You Xiyue didn't know how to respond to Ye Sheng. Standing in the middle of the street, she remained momentarily dazed.

"Get out of the way!!"

Behind them, an arrogant young man was rapidly cracking his whip, lashing it down upon the fuzhu beast beneath him.

You Xiyue furrowed her brows deeply and clenched her fists.

Seeing the arrogant man approaching, Ye Sheng flashed behind You Xiyue in a single stride.

His eyes darkened with a chilling look.

That arrogant man, along with the fuzhu beneath him, instantly broke out in cold sweat all over their bodies.

The fuzhu dropped to its knees, while the arrogant man tumbled off in a clumsy heap and scrambled to kneel down in a panic.

"This... this lowly one was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please spare this lowly one, noble young master."

Ye Sheng wore the expression of a dissolute, devil-may-care scion of a wealthy family. "What? Where is that arrogant bluster you used when shouting at my elder sister just a moment ago?"

The man frantically kowtowed, beads of sweat the size of soybeans pelting the ground.

"Fairy, noble one, this lowly one was wrong. Please forgive this lowly one; I am willing to serve you like a beast of burden."

"Pfft." Ye Sheng sneered coldly. "Serve like a beast of burden? Are you even worthy?"

"I... I..." Completely losing his composure, the man stammered incoherently, unsure of what he was even saying.

You Xiyue lowered her gaze impatiently, then looked toward the scar-ridden fuzhu.

Ye Sheng was quite clever and quickly caught on to You Xiyue's thoughts.

Before she could speak, he declared, "Break the contract with this fuzhu and cede it to this young master, and I will spare your life."

The man froze in a daze, hesitated for a moment, and raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his face.

"What? You still refuse?"

Ye Sheng's anger was visibly flaring; very few people in the Profound Realm dared to say no to him.

"No, no, how could that be?"

The man exhaled softly, as if having made a resolute decision.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his breath, and circulated the golden core within his dantian.

A blood contract instantly materialized, shattered in mid-air, and drifted apart into nothingness.

The blood contract bindings surrounding the beast core inside the injured fuzhu's body also crumbled away.

The fuzhu lifted its eyes, looked at You Xiyue with gratitude, and once again knelt in obeisance. "Thank you, benefactor."

Unconvinced, Ye Sheng stepped forward to block the fuzhu's line of sight from You Xiyue. "Hey, it was clearly this young master who saved you."

"Thank you, young master."

"Tsk." Ye Sheng wore an expression of utter disdain. "This young master doesn't care for it."

Lowering his head, he glared in displeasure at the kneeling man who was still wiping away sweat. "Hurry up and get lost before you stain this young master's eyes."

"Yes, yes."

The man scrambled to his feet and vanished swiftly down the street.

The fuzhu remained motionless, quietly awaiting orders from You Xiyue and Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng sidled up to You Xiyue and poked her arm. "Do you like this fuzhu?"

You Xiyue withdrew her gaze and lightly rapped Ye Sheng on the forehead. "Raise it for me."

With that, she vanished.

"Eh??"

Ye Sheng had not expected You Xiyue to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Sighing helplessly, he said to the fuzhu, "Fine, come home with me then."

"Understood, Young Master."

"Young Master??" Ye Sheng had heard Fan Lihua address You Xiyue by that title, and now that someone was calling him that as well, it felt surprisingly pleasant.

Though back in the Ye family, his clansmen all called him the Young Patriarch.

Everyone else in the Profound Realm addressed him as Young Patriarch Ye because of this status as well.

In the hearts of the rest of the Ye family, Ye Sheng's position as the future patriarch had been secured long ago.

One might say it was decided the moment he was born.

Ye Sheng led the rescued fuzhu and walked toward the Ye family estate.

Meanwhile, You Xiyue swiftly departed the upper realm of the Profound Realm.

She returned to the Blood Skull Palace in the Demon Realm.

Yue Si was still sprawled in his original spot, in a daze.

Hearing the sound of someone walking in, he raised his head blankly.

"..." Yue Si looked utterly conflicted. "Senior... did you return so soon?"

"..."

You Xiyue didn't know whether she should mention that she hadn't even made it to the Netherly Profound Hell yet.

"I..." Yue Si stammered in distress, "I still feel like I have a chance for revenge. I could disguise myself as Jingjiang..."

You Xiyue sighed. "Is the jade pendant still on you?"

"The jade pendant?" Yue Si hurriedly fished out the jade pendant You Xiyue had once given him. "It's still here."

"Then keep hold of it. Do whatever else you please."

Having lost the patience to ponder other matters, You Xiyue walked toward the secret chamber once more.

There was the familiar iron door.

You Xiyue drew a deep breath, placed her hand on the handle, pushed it open with force, and stepped through.

"..."

It was unexpectedly that same familiar street.

Could cultivators truly not enter the Netherly Profound Hell?

Then how did those wayward cultivators mentioned by Jingjiang get in?

Surely they weren't... forced to fall into demonic cultivation before being sent in?

You Xiyue clenched her fists.

She closed her eyes briefly to steady her emotions.

And then she returned to the Demon Realm once more.

As soon as Yue Si stood up, he saw You Xiyue walking back in through the doorway.

"..."

Their eyes met in awkward silence.

You Xiyue was silent, and Yue Si felt rather uneasy.

"Do you still need something?"

"Yes." You Xiyue stared at Yue Si. "Can you attempt a trip to the Netherly Profound Hell?"

"Me?" Yue Si pointed at himself with his index finger, feeling quite certain he couldn't go.

After all, Jingjiang had returned from that place in a half-dead state.

He would probably never make it back alive.

"Can... can I?"