Chapter 2176 - 2002: Acquaintance?

The many beautiful women were all dumbfounded. Not long ago he’d been groping and grabbing at them, taking full advantage, and now he was acting all serious and telling them to respect themselves.

They’d seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

Only, these women didn’t dare offend this distinguished guest of the Cosmic Sky Clan, so they could only glare at him hatefully once, then quietly retreat.

At the same time, the strange-looking young man stood up, ignoring the wide-eyed stares around him, and gave Aben a slight smile. His brows carried a smile, his looks exceptionally handsome and outstanding, as he said, "Hello, fairy. It is my honor to meet you. The Buddha once said, only after five hundred glances back in the previous life can one exchange for a single meeting in this life. To be able to see you today, I believe in our previous lives we must have gone through countless glances back and brushes past each other."

"To meet today is already a kind of blessing."

Having said that, he walked lightly past everyone, came up beside Aben, and extended a hand. His manner was humble and polite, looking extremely gentlemanly, so that the slightly dazed Aben couldn’t help but extend her delicate jade hand.

The strange young man took that smooth jade-like hand, bent down, and actually tried to kiss the back of Aben’s hand, wanting a taste of her fragrance.

Aben snapped back to her senses and withdrew her hand like lightning. Her dark-gold eyes looked at him coldly as a strand of extremely terrifying pressure spread from her body: "What do you think you’re doing?"

Not just Aben—Ye Chen as well as Zhou Yun and the others were all stunned, and Ye Chen even frowned, looking displeased.

This guy was basically a playboy, and utterly shameless; first time meeting and he already wanted to take advantage of Aben.

And Ye Chen felt this guy was the same type as Will. This tone, these pick-up lines—the more he listened, the more it sounded like Will.

Only, Will was currently in the Reverse Slaughter Emperor Realm.

Seeing Ye Chen’s expression turning ugly, Zhou Yun hurriedly sent a voice transmission: "Mr. Qian, please calm down. This person’s temperament is indeed very strange."

Ye Chen nodded slightly with a dark face. Fortunately, after dealing with Will and the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, those two bastards, he’d already built up some immunity. Otherwise, if it were someone else, seeing this guy flirting so crudely with Aben right beside him, they’d probably have gone berserk.

Even so, he still felt a bit of anger in his heart, but for the sake of the Dragon Soul Grass, he couldn’t lash out right away.

He looked at Aben and directly sent a voice transmission: "Aben, if you really can’t stand it, you can find an excuse to leave. I’ll think of a way to get this stalk of Dragon Soul Grass for you."

Aben rarely encountered things like this; her pair of beautiful brows knitted slightly, then she sent back: "My Lord, I can still endure it."

The strange young man didn’t get angry at Aben for dodging him; he just smiled faintly and said, "Fairy, don’t take offense. This is our Western etiquette, a way of showing closeness. There’s no other meaning!"

The other three of course didn’t believe a word of this.

Ye Chen looked at the strange young man and went straight to the point: "Long, I am Qian. I heard you possess Dragon Soul Grass. I hope you can trade it to me. You may name your terms; as long as they’re reasonable, I’m willing to accept."

Of course, Ye Chen didn’t say "at all costs"; he held back a little, because he had no idea what this strange young man actually wanted.

"Fine, I want this fairy."

The strange young man was surprisingly straightforward, pointing at Aben. "As long as you let this fairy be my ’three-companion’ for a hundred years, the Dragon Soul Grass is yours."

"Three-companion?"

The few of them were all a bit stunned. What the hell was "three-companion" supposed to be?

Only Ye Chen frowned slightly, because after spending so much time with Will, he’d learned quite a bit.

The strange young man’s lips slowly curled into a lewd smile. "The so-called three-companion is: accompany me chatting, accompany me having fun, accompany me in bed—oh, accompany me cultivating."

No matter how you looked at it, this "three-companion" was anything but ordinary.

Ye Chen’s expression turned gloomy. He more or less understood what this meant, and immediately stood up, pulling Aben with him as he said coldly, "Sorry, she doesn’t do three-companion. We don’t want the Dragon Soul Grass anymore."

If Aben really had to be his three-companion, never mind whether Aben herself was willing—Ye Chen would be the first to oppose it.

"Mr. Qian—"

Zhou Yun also stood up, calling out anxiously.

The strange young man had originally thought they were determined to get the Dragon Soul Grass and would definitely agree, but Ye Chen flatly refused, which stunned him on the spot. He hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, no need to be in such a rush to leave. If a hundred years won’t do, then ninety? Eighty? Fifty? Ten? Come on, not even one year? Damn, not even a year—at least give me a month. That’s already a very low standard. She only has to be my three-companion for one month. Damn it, don’t push your luck; that’s already my bottom line. Fine, fine, three days then. That’s okay, right?"

Zhou Yun almost spat blood listening to this. Ye Chen hadn’t bargained at all; instead, this strange young man kept lowering his own requirements, dropping from the original hundred years down to just three days. The difference was like heaven and earth. Did he even have a bottom line?

However, he also felt a flicker of hope, staring at Ye Chen with blazing eyes as he said, "Mr. Qian, Long is willing to relax the terms to only needing three days. This is a golden opportunity—if you want to obtain the Dragon Soul Grass, you absolutely must not miss it."

In Zhou Yun’s eyes, although Aben was beautiful, Dragon Soul Grass was a priceless rarity. Just accompanying for three days could be said to be incredibly worth it.

But Ye Chen’s expression was icy as he said, "Sorry, not to mention three days, even an hour is out of the question. Tiss is my good friend. Dragon Soul Grass is important, but Tiss is more important to me. Mr. Zhou, thank you for this arrangement. Although the deal fell through, I’ll send you a Seventh-tier Pill afterward as thanks. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Indeed, to him Dragon Soul Grass was very important, as it would give Aben great hope of becoming a Pure Blood True Dragon, but in the end all of this was for Aben’s sake.

If obtaining this Dragon Soul Grass meant sacrificing Aben herself, that was something he absolutely didn’t want to see.

"Master!"

Aben looked at Ye Chen with gratitude. To meet a master worth following like this in her lifetime was her greatest fortune.

Zhou Yun watched Ye Chen, never having expected this Mr. Qian to be such a tough person, refusing even such favorable terms. Although it was a pity the trade didn’t succeed, he felt this man was worth befriending—at the very least, he wouldn’t sell out his friends.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun cupped his fists toward Ye Chen with a smile and said, "Mr. Qian, since the deal failed, everything is void. There’s no need to send any pill. If we have the chance to share a drink someday, that will be Zhou’s good fortune."

Ye Chen was slightly taken aback, then burst out laughing. "All right."

As for the eerie young man, from beginning to end he’d never imagined such generous terms would be thrown away by Ye Chen. He was a bit dumbfounded. "I’ll be damned, this guy is exactly like that brat Ye Chen."

Ye Chen froze, looking toward the eerie young man. "You said you know Ye Chen?"

Aben also looked over, and even Zhou Yun did the same.

The current Ye Chen, the Combat Saint King of the Sealing Universe, was being hunted across the world by the Eight Great Emperor Clans and the Immortal Clan, with bounty notices everywhere; even Ancient Monarchs had been alarmed.

This eccentric Long actually knew that Combat Saint King as well?

The eerie young man seemed completely unafraid to admit he knew Ye Chen. He stood up straight, hands clasped behind his back, adopting a lofty air of a master. He lifted his chin slightly toward the sky, as if carrying a trace of faint sorrow and vicissitudes, sighing, "Of course. Back when this young master was sweeping across the heavens and rampaging through the Chaos Sea, that brat even served as my little underling for a while. Later I left, and I didn’t expect that snot-nosed little punk who ran behind me with his bare ass back then would grow to this point, his name shaking the Ten Heavenly Realm Ancient Domain. Truly makes one emotional—this is the creation of time."

Ye Chen frowned. He instinctively suspected this person didn’t know him at all, because in either his past life or present one he had never followed such a person like that.

Zhou Yun, however, was staring wide-eyed. Even the Combat Saint King had followed behind him like that—just who the hell was this guy?

Aben glanced at Ye Chen, then at the eerie young man, likewise feeling suspicious.

Yet no matter how you looked at him, the eerie young man now seemed like some mysterious expert, exuding faint melancholy and standing aloof. That immediately made Zhou Yun believe him a bit, and even Aben couldn’t help it, sending a voice transmission: "Master, is he really one of your senior Great Sages?"

Like hell he is!

Three black lines appeared on Ye Chen’s forehead. Then he suddenly thought of someone, instantly understanding who the other party was—both delighted and speechless. With a dark face he said, "No, this guy is just fooling you. But if I’m not mistaken, he really is someone I know."

"Who is it?" Aben was amazed. Master really knew this guy.

"A filthy worm every bit as lustful and shameless as Will," Ye Chen said.

Then he said to Zhou Yun, "Mr. Zhou, I’ve decided not to leave yet, but I’d like to speak privately with this Fellow Daoist. Would that be possible?"

Zhou Yun understood what Ye Chen meant, looking at him oddly. Just now he’d been bristling with anger, ready to take Aben and walk out, and now he wanted to stay and talk privately with the eerie young man. It was really strange, but he still didn’t associate him with the Combat Saint King, so he nodded. "Since Mr. Qian wishes it, Zhou naturally won’t refuse. But please, for my sake, don’t resort to violence. The Cosmic Sky Clan does not allow theft or robbery within its territory."

Clearly, he was a bit worried Ye Chen might resort to any means necessary to obtain the Dragon Soul Grass.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Zhou. I know my limits," Ye Chen said with a faint smile.

"Good!"

"Long, Mr. Qian wishes to speak privately with you. I’ll take my leave first. Please have a good talk." Zhou Yun cupped his fists toward the eerie young man.

The eerie young man didn’t object, giving Ye Chen a thoughtful look, seemingly a bit curious why he suddenly decided to stay.

Once Zhou Yun left, Ye Chen flicked his sleeve, sealing off the entire great hall so that nothing inside could be probed from the outside.