Chapter 256: This Feature Feels a Bit Off!

Ye Chen really wanted to roll his eyes. Li Feihuang’s self-assurance was on another level, wasn’t it? But since she’d already come up with an excuse for him, and the opportunities in the Great Chu Empire could accelerate his cultivation—maybe even let him cross paths with Su Yuxuan and turn his Golden Core into the nine-colored dream of ancient true immortals—he just hummed in agreement.

Seeing him acquiesce, Li Feihuang nodded, satisfied. Truth be told, she was also annoyed by Wang Lun’s meddling. Ye Chen’s lesson was quite to her liking.

“I’m heading into seclusion to break through to mid-Golden Core,” she said. “When the time comes, I’ll notify you to depart together. As for your guest elder position at the Divine Will Sect, resign early. Once this is over, everything I promised you will be fulfilled.”

Li Feihuang radiated confidence, her demeanor vibrant.

Ye Chen: “Mhm, mhm…”

But he’d already planned to part ways after this. Why stay with her when Senior An at the Divine Will Sect offered critical hits and toxin-purging services? After breaking through to Nascent Soul, he’d head straight to the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land to woo Holy Maidens. The Great Chu Empire? What kind of backwater was that? He’d have to be crazy to stick around.

Oblivious to his thoughts, Li Feihuang turned to leave, but not before transmitting a message: “I won’t pursue your unauthorized actions this time, but the Wang Clan is still useful to me. In the future, prioritize the bigger picture. Consult me before doing something like this. The Great Chu Empire isn’t like the Divine Will Sect—remember that.”

Ye Chen’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He couldn’t be bothered to respond. Instead, he flew toward An Miaoli’s cave abode, not too far away, to check if she’d emerged from seclusion.

…

At An Miaoli’s cave abode, Ye Chen sent a transmission talisman, but there was no response. He frowned slightly. Refining the Wind-Thunder Wings was taking this long? He’d been enjoying his Kunpeng Wings for days already.

Then it hit him—the system had given him pre-refined wings.

Oh, makes sense.

Just as he was about to leave, debating whether to gift something to An Yuyi or pay Li Feihuang a visit with some “warmth” before her breakthrough, he sensed something and glanced back.

An ethereal, immortal-like figure descended into a nearby pavilion.

Ye Chen flew over with a grin. “Senior An, I take it you’ve successfully refined them?”

An Miaoli’s dreamy, luminous eyes met his as she nodded calmly. “I have.”

Then she added, “But protective arrays above fourth-grade can record a cultivator’s spiritual sense fluctuations. Next time you conceal your identity, remember to alter your spiritual sense as well, or you’ll be exposed.”

Ye Chen: “???”

Ye Chen was about to present the meticulously crafted top-grade spiritual artifact when An Miaoli’s words hit him. His face darkened slightly.

Though she hadn’t said it outright, it was clear she knew he was the one who’d dealt with Wang Lun that night. Most array masters, through systematic study, would grasp such principles by the first grade.

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But Ye Chen’s array knowledge came entirely from the system—third-grade knowledge was exactly that, with not a shred of fourth-grade insight provided. It was maddeningly precise.