Changing Times

Ye Han lay alone atop a massive boulder, a spring-breeze smile on his lips as he savored the exquisite memories of the past five days.

Whether it was the pure and noble Snow Empress or the cold, queen-like Ice Empress, neither gave him a feeling as wonderful and unforgettable as Bo Saixi did.

It was not that he did not like the two women. It was simply that they were far too fragile in such matters, always leaving him unable to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Only Bo Saixi could endure it even when he was a little rough.

Unfortunately, she had left in the end.

Still, Ye Han was not angry. As the saying went, the first time was unfamiliar, the second time familiar, and by the third time, there was nothing to worry about.

He believed that as long as he swung his hoe well, no corner was too deep to pry open. One day, he would completely win Bo Saixi over.

Both her body and her heart now bore his mark. She could not escape.

After getting up and wiping the dried blood from his thigh, Ye Han put on his clothes, sat cross-legged, and turned his awareness inward. The corners of his lips could not help but curl upward.

After forcibly engaging in Dual Cultivation with Bo Saixi, the God Power left by the Sea God in his Spiritual Sea—the power that had left him helpless and troubled—had long since been absorbed by Bo Saixi. Nourished by her vast, gentle energy, like the boundless sea itself, the spiritual wounds that had plagued him for years had miraculously healed.

Of course, he was not the only one who had benefited. Bo Saixi had gained quite a lot as well. If her talent was sufficient, she would surely gain something from Ye Han's Spiritual Sea. Coupled with the Sea God's power, even breaking through to the Hundred-Level was not impossible.

After sensing his condition, Ye Han opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. The smile on his lips quickly broadened.

He wanted to refine this entire space and claim it as his own.

Ye Han was a practical man. Once he thought of something, he did it without delay.

More than half a year later.

A figure sneakily emerged from an underground hole, his senses fully spread as he scanned the surroundings.

Only after confirming that nothing was amiss did his signature gentle smile appear. Then he walked away from the hole step by step.

A thousand meters away, atop a mountain, red robes fluttered in the wind and long hair swayed.

She looked at the figure at the foot of the mountain with a complicated expression. Her slender arm rose and fell again and again. Only after repeating the motion five times did she let out a sigh. Her jade-like hand settled on her prominently swollen belly as she softly said, "Child, tell me, how should I treat him?"

Ye Han had no idea that he had just taken a trip to death's door.

The reason he had lingered on Hell Road for half a year, aside from refining Slaughter City, was to avoid Bo Saixi.

Do not be fooled by how agreeable she had been while making love, obeying his every word and assuming any position he wanted.

Who knew what she was really thinking? After all, that obedience had been forced out of her by his coercion.

Better safe than sorry. There was nothing wrong with being cautious.

Yet in Bo Saixi's eyes, his careful actions seemed rather laughable.

When she had first waited here, she truly had intended to slap Ye Han to death. But gradually, she realized that something was wrong.

She was pregnant.

The discovery left her dazed for a time, utterly unsure of what to do.

She thought of Tang Chen.

Her acquaintance with Tang Chen had begun with the Sea God's inheritance. Back then, besides Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu had also come with her to Sea God Island.

The two men had both been extraordinary geniuses of their era, peerless prodigies. At the time, Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu had pursued her together.

Since ancient times, beautiful women had loved heroes, and Bo Saixi was no exception.

Comparing the two, Bo Saixi favored Tang Chen more. So she told Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu that whoever reached the Hundred-Level would marry her. The meaning behind those words was obvious. As a worshipper of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu was like Bo Saixi—barring unforeseen circumstances, he would never become a god in this lifetime. Unfortunately, Tang Chen had not understood what she meant back then.

He had left in a very impressive manner, and the words he left behind had been incomparably domineering.

"Until I become a god, I will not return."

Then, he truly never returned.

"Tang Chen, where exactly are you? Do you know that I am carrying another man's child now? You bastard! Weren't you a peerless prodigy? Weren't you invincible in ground combat? Where the hell did you die? I want to see you one last time and put an end to our feelings. I'm sorry... sob, sob... Tang Chen, I'm sorry."

Bo Saixi murmured to herself, and in the end, tears streamed down her face.

Ye Han knew nothing of the trouble he had caused. At the moment, he was somewhat bewildered.

Looking at the watermelon stalls and herbal tea stands lining the roadside, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

He had not seen wrong. There really were people setting up stalls, and they were ordinary people.

"Damn, have the bandits started using their brains now?"

Puzzled, Ye Han approached with a gentle smile and said, "Old man, are your watermelons guaranteed ripe?"

"Hey! What are you saying, young master? Would I dare sell them if they weren't guaranteed ripe?"

The elderly man, around fifty or sixty, was full of vigor. He thumped his chest loudly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as he boomed.

"You're quite spirited, old man! Plenty of young lads can't match that voice of yours. But you said they were guaranteed ripe. If even one isn't ripe, I won't pay."

"Ha! What a temper you've got me worked into."

The old man immediately grabbed a watermelon knife and casually split open a watermelon with a fierce slash. Pointing at Ye Han's nose, he asked, "Is it ripe?"

"Mm."

Ye Han nodded.

Swish!

"Is it ripe?"

"Mm."

Swish, swish, swish!

"Is it ripe?"

"Mm."

"Mm my ass! Pay up."

The old man held out his rough hand, his spittle nearly spraying onto Ye Han's face.

"Uh... Old man, aren't you afraid of getting beaten for acting so overbearing?" Ye Han asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Who'd dare? I live right next to Spirit Hall."

The old man held his head high with immense pride, looking at Ye Han with disdain.

Spirit Hall now stood up for poor folk like them. Just yesterday, his granddaughter had awakened her Martial Soul for free at Spirit Hall. Because of her outstanding talent, she had even been taken to Spirit City by Spirit Hall for training. Naturally, he was even prouder because of it.

"Living next to Spirit Hall has got you acting this smug?" Ye Han was speechless. He hurriedly tossed down two Gold Soul Coins, then turned and ran.

The old man was too overbearing. Ye Han could not afford to provoke him!

As he traveled, stopping and going along the way, Ye Han gradually ceased to find the roadside vendors strange and became accustomed to seeing them.

He also learned why things had changed.

It was said that the old Pope of Spirit Hall had passed away, and the new Pope had ascended the throne. Two years ago, she had launched sweeping reforms. Not only did she have Spirit Hall branches throughout the land visit every village each year to help ordinary people awaken their Martial Souls, she also dispatched noble Soul Masters to battle in all directions and wipe out the bandit scourge.

The implementation of those two decrees earned widespread praise among the common people. Many unaffiliated experts, grateful for Spirit Hall's great kindness, flocked to pledge their allegiance, causing Spirit Hall's strength to soar.

A year ago, the Pope had issued another decree, ordering the two great empires to take the lead in ceasing their wars and bringing peace to the land.

"Sealed Room Douluo Qian Xunji kicked the bucket, and Bibi Dong ascended the throne. By that count, Tang San should only be a little over two years old now. I wonder how he'll make a name for himself in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament after I plucked all the immortal herbs." Ye Han muttered, reaching his conclusion before hurrying toward the Icebound Forest without stopping.

He had already prepared beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and eight-treasure porridge. All that remained was to sit back and watch Tang San perform.

But before that, he needed to bring along his two wives. Otherwise, would watching this grand show alone not be too dull?

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