The Elf Holy Son

After "the beauty" said that, the expression of the young man in black robes standing there grew even more terrifying.

It vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

After picking up the clothes scattered across the ground and putting them on, it was just about to get up and crawl away when, the next second, someone blocked its path. Then a sinister face loomed close.

"The beauty" sharply sucked in a breath.

Immediately afterward, another explosively powerful punch smashed into his face.

Chu Zeming punched and kicked, cursing as he stomped, venting in the most primitive way possible. He beat "the beauty" until he scampered about with his head in his hands, wailing nonstop.

"The one who makes your heart race? I'll smash that face of yours to bits! Does your heart still race now? Do you still want to fuck me?!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, sob sob sob."

It would have been better if he had not apologized. The moment he did, Chu Zeming's anger flared even hotter.

What Chu Zeming hated most were gay men like this damned white lotus. This thing even dared to imitate his way of speaking?!

After a savage beating, the seductive, gorgeous woman wearing Yue Lian's face vanished. In her place stood a ragged walking corpse, reeking of deathly energy, delicate-featured but pale-faced.

At the same time, the surroundings returned to their original appearance.

Chu Zeming grabbed the walking corpse, who had been beaten until it trembled with its head covered, and asked in a low, oppressive voice, "How do we get to the fourth level?"

The walking corpse's face was swollen, and it could not even speak clearly. With its tongue thick, it cried, "I dunno, I dunno!"

Chu Zeming sneered. "Do you know where you failed?"

The walking corpse shook its head as it cried.

It regretted this too much. It truly did not know where its always-unfailing self had lost.

Gripping its tattered collar, Chu Zeming said with a grim expression, each word deliberate, "You failed because you used a woman's body with a man's face—and it was the face of the man I hate most. Tell me how to get to the fourth level. If you don't, I'll kill you."

After the black-robed cultivator said this, his aura became exceedingly dangerous. Though it had been dead for a long time, the walking corpse still felt the powerful pressure and suffocating sensation.

This man was not joking. He truly would erase it completely.

Covering its crooked nose, the walking corpse pointed with a trembling hand toward an empty spot in the distance and stammered, "The entrance to the fourth level of the Divine Tree is th-there."

Chu Zeming looked where the walking corpse pointed. There was nothing there, only several broken, battered old banners.

Chu Zeming was a cautious man. He gave the spot a suspicious glance, then dragged the walking corpse with him as he walked over, saying flatly, "Then you're coming up with me."

Walking corpse: "..."

It was merely the lowest-ranked evil creature on this ancient battlefield of the third level. It had no powerful resentment, and could only sustain its existence by feeding on the essence of cultivators entering the secret realm. Apart from illusions, it could do nothing. If it went to the fourth level, those powerful elves would wipe it out.

"Can I not go? Young master, I really didn't lie to you."

"No."

The walking corpse wanted to cry, but could not cry anymore.

It had shed too many tears. All that remained in its heart was numbness.

The walking corpse had not lied to Chu Zeming.

This truly was the entrance to the fourth level. What the naked eye had seen before was merely an illusion; a teleportation array had been placed here.

Chu Zeming stepped into the array and was about to activate it when a white figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

The white figure raced over, drawing closer and closer to where Chu Zeming stood, carrying sharp killing intent. Chu Zeming's pupils constricted rapidly. He decisively threw away the walking corpse and dodged to the side.

After his strike missed, Fu Hongchen came to a stop.

He held a Soul-Piercing Awl, his entire body stained with blood. Specks of crimson dotted his white outer robe, and the look he gave Chu Zeming was incomparably terrifying.

Chu Zeming looked him over in surprise and said, "Oh? Young Master Fu caught up so quickly? You must have suffered quite a few injuries, huh?"

Fu Hongchen's expression darkened further. The black hair behind him began to fly as his rising aura stirred it, moving without wind.

"You vile bastard, how can there be someone as shameless as you!"

Chu Zeming retorted, "So it's right for you to launch a sneak attack? You look decent enough, yet all you do is sneaky, dirty tricks."

Fu Hongchen was furious.

Hadn't this man said he was ugly before? Now he was saying he looked decent? And besides, how did this man have the nerve to say that about him?

They were birds of a feather, all right?!

Without another word, the two became entangled in battle once more.

Fu Hongchen had climbed back up from the first level and suffered heavy injuries, expending no small amount of energy. Chu Zeming was at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, so their strength was evenly matched at this moment. Just as their fight became a whirlwind of blows, blazing like fire, the powerful dead generals of the ancient battlefield slowly surrounded them, deathly energy gradually shrouding the entire area.

The two immediately stopped fighting.

Leaning on his sword, Chu Zeming swept his gaze over the resentful spirits and corpses closing in from all directions, then said, "Damn it, they found us and surrounded us. The corpses on this battlefield are powerful—every one of them is above the Nascent Soul Realm. Young Master Fu, you don't have a jade talisman. What are you going to do later?"

He sounded concerned, but he was actually gloating over Fu Hongchen's misfortune.

Fu Hongchen was in a terrible mood.

His teeth itched with hatred, and his gaze looked ready to kill.

If not for this damned cheat harming him, how could he have fallen to such a state?!

After glancing around at the corpses that made gods and men alike shudder in terror, Fu Hongchen decisively put away his Soul-Piercing Awl and flew toward the teleportation array to the fourth level. The fourth level of the Divine Tree Realm held no danger. Before coming here, his master had told Fu Hongchen that a group of powerful but peace-loving elves lived there. It was also the safest refuge for cultivators undergoing trials in the Divine Tree Realm.

Yet before Fu Hongchen had flown very far, someone grabbed his foot—

Chu Zeming had also put away his sword.

Grabbing Fu Hongchen's ankle, he said coldly, "Don't think about going up alone first!"

Fu Hongchen turned and delivered a spinning kick. It missed, and Chu Zeming dodged it. Seeing more and more densely packed ghostly things surging toward them, Fu Hongchen no longer had the energy to deal with Chu Zeming. Dragging a person along, he sped toward the teleportation array.

Just as an enormous black ghostly hand, carrying the pressure of the Spirit Severing Realm, was about to crush them both—

A burst of light suddenly flared—

The teleportation array activated.

Chu Zeming and Fu Hongchen both let out a breath of relief. They looked at each other, froze for an instant, then began grappling again the next second.

Spirit energy could not be used within the cramped teleportation array. The two threw punches at each other fiercely. After a while, apparently still unsatisfied, Fu Hongchen suddenly abandoned his fists, revealed his one- or two-centimeter-long nails, and began yanking Chu Zeming's hair and clawing at his flesh.

In both his past life and this one, Chu Zeming had never been in such a sorry state. With a ripping sound, his black robe was torn apart. Then intense pain shot through his collarbone, and Chu Zeming could not help cursing, "Fuck, are you sick?! Why do you fight like a woman? Can't you be more of a man?!"

Fu Hongchen straddled Chu Zeming, pinched his neck, and sneered. "There's no need to be a man when dealing with a treacherous villain..."

Just as Chu Zeming was about to retaliate, he suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around them.

Looking up, he saw that at some point, he and Fu Hongchen had arrived on the fourth level. They were surrounded by elves with pointed ears, all curiously watching the two of them.

Beside them, an old elf leaning on a cane pointed at the two, disheveled and covered in red marks, and said, "Do you all see? This is the mating behavior between human males that Grandpa taught you about in the previous lesson."

Chu Zeming: ???

Just as Chu Zeming was feeling somewhat dazed, a familiar voice rang out. "Is that so? Let me have a look too."

"Move aside, make way! The Holy Son has arrived."

"Welcome, Holy Son!"

"Holy Son, you're here!"

All the elves quickly made way. Then an elf of breathtaking beauty, wearing a flower crown, appeared before Chu Zeming—elf ears, elf attire... Yue Lian's face.

Author's note:

Chu Zeming, face darkening: Why are you everywhere?

Yue Lian: I heard there was a live show to watch, so I ran over excitedly. Then I saw my wife being ridden by someone, and I cried like a woman who had lost her beloved child.

Chu Zeming, clenching his fists: Aren't you fucking human? How did you infiltrate the elves and become their Holy Son?

Yue Lian, shyly: I won't tell you unless you let me ride you too...