Chapter 161: You Are Not Worthy!

In the icy gaze of the Earthheart Python, Ye Chen’s body burned more intensely with the Myriad Star Fire. He suddenly shot upwards, causing the Earthheart Python’s pupils to contract.

The next moment, Ye Chen activated his Heavy Pupils. His eyes, devoid of any emotion, revealed a terrifying pressure that instantly permeated the scene.

Under Ye Chen’s gaze, the Earthheart Python recoiled its head backward. Then, Ye Chen took out the Blood Sword Talisman from his storage ring.

The Earthheart Python, sensing the terrifying power hidden within the talisman, retreated further.

Ye Chen saw the Earthheart Python calm down. He calmly nodded and spoke, “Although you are bound by a seal, the Boundless Demon Sect has been exterminated, and it has been five thousand years. The formation here has also been opened, and the exit is right

“After you go out, turn right. Over there, you will find the cultivators of the Misty Sect, those of the Blood Dao, whose flesh is most abundant and suits your taste! You eat yours, and I’ll attend to mine. There’s no need for us to fight to the death, don’t you think?”

Ye Chen was not afraid of this Earthheart Python. Its Golden Core was degraded, merely a strong physique. Killing it might be troublesome, but it was definitely possible.

Yet, Ye Chen never liked cold-blooded reptiles such as snakes or pythons. He preferred not to touch them, unless it was a creature like Medusa.

Moreover, killing an Earthheart Python would only yield some Golden Core-level demon beast materials. Perhaps worth a few hundred or a thousand top-grade spirit stones.

The material of this Earthheart Python was of the Golden Core phase, but its strength was far less than a genuine Golden Core. It was actually quite suitable for harvesting materials, offering high cost-effectiveness. But Ye Chen really didn’t care for that.

The Earthheart Python stared at Ye Chen, seemingly heeding his advice. It turned around, thinking to devour the female cultivator and leave.

However, Ye Chen, seeing the Earthheart Python’s movements, immediately floated in front of it. It was not out of any heroic rescue or pity.

An Yuyi was ungrateful. Throughout the journey, although she was stronger than Fang Xi and his companion, she hardly behaved like a human.

But who could ignore her good aunt? An Yuyi’s life was insignificant. She could die for all he cared. But An Miaoli, being 200 times more important, was crucial. If An Yuyi died here, it was hard to say how An Miaoli would treat him, the only survivor. If they became enemies, then there would be no more favors to curry. So, it was better to let An Yuyi live.

Blocked by Ye Chen again, the Earthheart Python grew somewhat irritable. But Ye Chen activated his Heavy Pupils to their fullest, his right eye emitting a faint red light as the power of annihilation boiled within. He held the sword talisman tightly in his hand.

The Earthheart Python’s imminent roar was swallowed back. With a cold glance at Ye Chen, the Earthheart Python thrashed its tail and thunderously descended the mountain! Clearly dissatisfied and throwing a tantrum.

Ye Chen watched as the other sped down the mountain. He nodded in satisfaction. Cultivation wasn’t just about fighting and killing; it was about weighing the pros and cons. Even this demon beast understood that. Pity it was too fierce; while it could be killed, it was difficult to subdue.

Moreover, Ye Chen hadn’t prepared any beast-taming techniques. Otherwise, he would have liked to try capturing it to give away. A Golden Core Earthheart Python as a gift. If it could deal a critical blow, might it return a true dragon to him?

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Ye Chen felt this was worth exploring. Upon returning, he definitely needed to thoroughly study the Six Arts of Cultivation.

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Confirming the Earthheart Python had departed, Ye Chen stepped contentedly into the lotus garden.

Inside, it was already a ruin. An Yuyi lay unconscious in a huge pit ten meters deep. Some of her clothes were torn, revealing quite a bit.

Ye Chen walked over and examined her with his Heavy Pupils. She wasn’t going to die. And she was indeed unconscious.

Satisfied, Ye Chen nodded and proceeded deeper into the lotus garden. The pond was at the very end.

Soon, Ye Chen reached the edge of the pond. It was as large as six or seven soccer fields, vast and expansive, but sadly, it had long since dried up. Even the blood-red stains at the bottom of the pond had faded, emitting a strange odor.