Chapter 542: Departure

Ye Chen had not been idle these past two days.

He had been intently sensing the power of the White Tiger Totem and delving into its mysteries. At the same time, he was using the faint trace of the Power of Chaos from the divine beast fire seeds within him to awaken his body's potential and mend his wounds.

Although two days was a short time, now that he had mastered two fire seeds, his healing speed was undoubtedly much faster than before.

After two days, Ye Chen's combat strength was already comparable to the Fifth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Of course, this was only in terms of his physical body.

His cultivation was still depleted, but he had recovered a little of his Divine Soul's power.

Ye Chen could feel that with this bit of power, he could barely manage to open the Imprisoned Dragon Grotto Heaven.

But whether he would actually succeed was another question entirely.

If he failed, not only would his efforts be in vain, but he would also waste the last bit of his Divine Soul's power. The potential loss clearly outweighed the gain, so Ye Chen didn't make a rash attempt.

The one thing that pleasantly surprised Ye Chen was that he could now sense the existence of the Jadeite Golden Seal!

That's right. This Void Level Spiritual Treasure, obtained from the Peach Blossom Banquet, hadn't been stored in the Imprisoned Dragon Grotto Heaven along with his other Spiritual Objects.

Back when Ye Chen was adrift in the spatial turbulence, the only reason he had been able to withstand its onslaught and survive was thanks to the protection of the Jadeite Golden Seal!

As a Void Level Spiritual Treasure refined by a Great Power at the Peak of the Void Realm, the Jadeite Golden Seal contained a powerful Space Law.

Any Cultivator below the Void Realm who could master it would be able to wield the power of space just like a Void Realm Cultivator!

It was undoubtedly a powerful trump card. For other Cultivators who didn't possess it, the power of the Jadeite Golden Seal was an attack from a higher dimension—a completely overwhelming advantage!

It was like a Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator who had mastered a divine power; when fighting against others of the same realm, they would hold a massive advantage and display crushing combat strength.

After drifting for a month, Ye Chen had been severely injured and landed in the Black Triangle.

The Jadeite Golden Seal was also severely worn down, its Spiritual nature greatly diminished, and it had fallen dormant within Ye Chen's Divine Soul.

After more than two months of recovery, a sliver of Ye Chen's Divine Soul power had returned, allowing him to sense the Jadeite Golden Seal's existence.

Nourished by his Divine Soul's power, the Jadeite Golden Seal had also recovered a bit of its vitality.

But using it to fight his enemies was clearly still impossible at this stage.

However, Ye Chen was already very satisfied. At this rate, even if he couldn't obtain the Sacred Flame of Creation, he would sooner or later be able to master the power of the Jadeite Golden Seal.

When that time came, it would be as if he held an invincible trump card!

After all, there shouldn't be any Cultivators in the Black Triangle Region who had reached the Void Realm.

As long as he could master the power of space, it would be like launching a dimensional-reduction strike against the Cultivators of the Black Triangle Region!

That morning, Ye Chen led the people of the Vermilion Bird Tribe to the gates of the White Tiger Tribe to bid farewell to their people.

The old Clan Leader of the White Tiger Tribe personally led his people to see them off. He was deeply grateful to Ye Chen for saving his tribe from dire straits and even subjugating the Luo Race.

After two days of consolidation, the Luo Race was now completely subservient to the White Tiger Tribe.

The members of the White Tiger Tribe had placed a Restriction in their bloodlines, making them little more than slaves who could only obey the White Tiger Tribe's commands in the future.

Ye Chen disliked pleasantries, so Zhao Tiankuo was the one leading their people in bidding farewell to the White Tiger Tribe.

He scanned the crowd, a little puzzled. "Speaking of which, why isn't Priest Qing Lian here?"

"You mean Qing Lian?"

The old Clan Leader paused for a moment before saying, "After the totem's power was awakened, she has spent all her time immersed in sensing its power. I haven't seen her in a while either."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiankuo didn't say much more, simply nodding.

In truth, he knew exactly what was going on.

'Ever since Ye Chen rejected Qing Lian that night, she has been avoiding him. Whether it's out of embarrassment or lingering resentment, I can't say. Even we from the Vermilion Bird Tribe have rarely seen her since.'

Realizing that Qing Lian was deliberately avoiding Ye Chen, Zhao Tiankuo had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

'Compared to Lin Qiyun, Qing Lian is clearly more alluring.'

'This is undoubtedly a good thing. I finally don't have to worry about this woman luring the Young Master away.'

"Well then, farewell."

"Come visit more often in the future! We will be sure to treat you with the utmost hospitality!"

the old Clan Leader said with a smile.

"We will!" Zhao Tiankuo replied, also smiling and nodding.

Soon, the group took their leave.

Ye Chen suddenly sensed something. He stopped in his tracks and looked back.

From deep within the tribe's grounds, a slender, graceful figure was watching him from afar.

As if sensing Ye Chen's gaze, the figure hastily looked away and vanished into the shadows.

"Is there anything else, Benefactor?"

the old Clan Leader asked, looking at Ye Chen.

"No."

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, shook his head, and turned to leave, cutting a dashing figure as he walked away.

Seeing Ye Chen leave without a single glance back, the beautiful figure deep within the tribe lowered her head, her expression crestfallen.

'Silly girl.'

'Young Master Ye is clearly not one of us from the Black Triangle. A prodigy like him is destined to leave once his injuries have healed.'

'To fantasize about something happening between you and Young Master Ye will only bring you needless sorrow.'

The old Clan Leader was rich in experience. He had realized certain things long ago but had never voiced them.

Ye Chen's decisive departure was undoubtedly a good thing; it could sever certain hopes that should never have been entertained.

...

Not far from the Vermilion Bird Tribe, there was a small town.

The town was bustling and prosperous. Compared to the desolate wilderness, it was undoubtedly more full of life.

Even common occurrences like murder and robbery were much rarer here.

Inside a teahouse near the riverbank, a woman with exquisite features sat at a window seat, pouring and drinking tea by herself.

Outside the window was a great, rushing river, but she couldn't be bothered to spare it a glance. Her gaze remained fixed on the rippling surface of her tea, as if lost in thought.

Across from the woman sat a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair.

The man had a world-weary gaze, and he was clearly of a considerable age. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were prominent each time he blinked.

"Is the information reliable?" the woman across from him asked, her tone indifferent and cold.

"It should be accurate."

the middle-aged man said, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"..."

The woman fell silent.

After a long silence, she finally parted her lips and said, "Even the old Priest supports her to become the Clan Leader... It seems my sister's husband is quite an extraordinary figure!"

"Marrying my sister off to him was originally meant to suppress her... Who would have thought it would lead to this situation!"

"It's truly infuriating!"

As she spoke, a terrifyingly cold light glinted in the depths of her eyes.