Chapter 900: The Monk Can Run Away with the Temple

Chapter 900: A Monk Can Take His Temple and Run

Because Zhao Changhe hadn’t truly taken advantage of the moment to kiss or grope, the lack of contact meant the chemical reaction between his sorcery and hers never reached its peak. Ye Wuming’s lust burned, but she wasn’t entirely without resistance. She was silently fighting it off, mustering her strength, waiting for him to pounce so she could land a vicious blow.

But then she heard those words, and her already scrambled CPU short-circuited entirely.

He wasn’t taking advantage of this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to get fresh—instead, he was talking about *this*?

Three letters and six gifts? What are you even saying?

It took a long moment before Ye Wuming spoke, incredulous: “You… want to send me a betrothal gift?”

Zhao Changhe said irritably, “My feelings for you are known to the whole world. Did you really think I’d force you or something? If you think this can be settled by sending a betrothal gift and asking for your hand, then of course I’ll do it.”

Is that so… If I said I’d accept a betrothal gift, would he really do it?

No, no—lust was consuming her, her thoughts were chaos, she didn’t even know what she was thinking anymore. She felt that this strange conversation, one that should never have belonged to the two of them, had to be wrong somewhere, but she couldn’t figure out where.

In the midst of her confusion, Zhao Changhe added, “But… Xia Xia…”

Ye Wuming, unable to form words, didn’t need to. She panted and looked up at him.

“When I say my feelings for you are known to the whole world, maybe the whole world has it wrong—including yourself.” Zhao Changhe lifted her chin again. “Do you really think my feelings for you are just about desire?”

Damn it, he’s lifting my chin again!

Ye Wuming gritted her teeth inwardly, struggling to dispel the sorcery, while her eyes glared at Zhao Changhe defiantly, conveying the message: “Isn’t it?”

Isn’t it? Even if it’s not pure lust, there’s a heavy dose of conquest in it. Do you think I don’t know you?

If it weren’t for that little bit of lust, what would you be doing now? Standing so close, your breath hitting my face as you speak, my chin held up so flippantly—do you think you’re in a brothel?

Zhao Changhe read her eyes and sighed softly. “Do you really think I protected you with my life, causing myself to sleep for thirty years, just for that?”

Ye Wuming’s eyes flickered.

Zhao Changhe said quietly, “Or do you think it was just to ruin your plans? Or because I already had the idea of scattering my life and starting over, and I just took the opportunity?”

Ye Wuming finally spoke: “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah… that’s what you think. So you never acknowledged that arrow, not once. I knew it.” Zhao Changhe pinched her chin, his voice cold. “Do you look down on me, or do you look down on yourself?”

The sorcery’s effect on Ye Wuming was fading, nearly resolved. Her strength was returning.

Her hand had already gathered power silently, ready to strike Zhao Changhe a vicious blow.

But at his words, her palm hovered, unmoving, and she stared blankly, not answering.

“Three years of companionship mean nothing to you. Several times we fought side by side, and to you it was just a means to an end.” Zhao Changhe fumed. “You, Ye Wuming, have no heart, no loyalty, cold and aloof. But I, Zhao Changhe, am not like that!”

Ye Wuming stared at him, stunned. What did he mean?

Was he saying it wasn’t just desire—that there was affection?

Are you kidding me? Trying to sweet-talk me, are you? Do you think I’m Jiu You?

“A stranger in a strange land, with no one to speak my native tongue, no friends to share inside jokes with.” Zhao Changhe said slowly. “When I first arrived here, even Chi Chi, who I shared everything with, couldn’t do that… In this world, the only ones who could were you and Old Xia. Old Xia and I had our differences, and we were heading toward enmity, but I could never bring myself to hate him—because of that. He treated me differently for the same reason. To him, everyone else was an NPC, except you and me… If Old Xia felt that way, what about me? Do you have any idea what it’s like to talk to you, freely using words that only you and I understand?”

Ye Wuming stared at him, still silent.

“Even though you caused all this… After Old Xia left, you became the only one. No matter how angry I am at you, I won’t just watch you die.” Zhao Changhe released her chin. “To put it in CEO romance novel terms: you owe me. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to die.”

Ye Wuming turned her face away, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

That chin-release should have been insulting, but she wasn’t angry. His words should have been funny… but she couldn’t laugh.

The lingering effects of the sorcery still stirred her body and heart, throbbing with his words.

“Three years together—you don’t care, but I do. Fighting side by side—you think it’s nothing, but I say it matters. You taught me things, even if it was only a few sentences—you still taught me. I am what I am today because of your guidance.” Zhao Changhe said flatly. “I don’t know if there’s love or not, but I know that what’s between us can’t be summed up by the word ‘desire’…”

Ye Wuming still said nothing.

Zhao Changhe had already figured it out: she wasn’t silent because the lust had truly burned her mind, but because she was focusing her energy on dispelling the sorcery, unwilling to waste it on forming words.

But he underestimated her. He didn’t realize that by now, the sorcery’s effect on her was very slight, not enough to hinder her thoughts. Yet she still didn’t speak… What did that mean?

Zhao Changhe didn’t dwell on it. He assumed she was still burned out and continued, “You want three letters and six gifts. I don’t know what you lack, what I could give you… The position of Night Emperor is yours, the Heavenly Dao is now you, even the ring on my finger is yours. I have nothing to give you. If there is anything, it’s to fulfill your long-cherished wish—to finally end the schemes of two epochs. When that time comes, whether you consider it a betrothal gift of rivers and mountains is up to you.”

Ye Wuming was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed.

A faint tremor ran through the Night Palace, as if space-time itself was being torn.

Zhao Changhe’s expression also changed. He shot to his feet: “It found us… Could it be because your weakness caused a leak in space-time?”

The Book of Heaven’s world was hidden by Ye Wuming in the void, normally very hard to locate. The original Heavenly Dao couldn’t pinpoint its exact coordinates from outside; it could only seize the galaxy through the residual malice left inside, breaking the world from within.

Ye Wuming was one with the Book of Heaven. If she fell into weakness, the concealment might briefly falter, allowing a small leak.

That was why everyone thought it unwise to clash with Ye Wuming before the final battle with the Heavenly Dao—a fight might give the external enemy an opening. But no one expected that a few minutes of lust could be exploited… Normally, such a brief moment wouldn’t matter. The Heavenly Dao didn’t even know where it was. How could it possibly sense a tiny fluctuation here at just the right time?

If even that could happen, then if they actually got down to business, with lust burning for an hour or more, would they dare not do it at all? That made no sense.

Ye Wuming looked up solemnly, then shook her head. “That little bit wouldn’t cause a leak… It’s just a coincidence. Tell them not to blame themselves.”

Zhao Changhe: “…”

You’re surprisingly nice…

Ye Wuming gave a mocking smile. “Maybe I should thank It instead. It stopped you from pressing your advantage while the iron was hot?”

Zhao Changhe was furious. “Are you insane? Now is not the time for this!”

Ye Wuming looked up at the sky, wondering why It had found them now. No one was ready… Zhao Changhe had only just touched the threshold of the Other Shore, and their grudges were unresolved. It wasn’t the right time for a decisive battle. And on top of that, her negative state hadn’t fully cleared—this was the worst possible timing.

Actually, the reason was simple. A couple of days ago, the family of three had gone out to find extra-dimensional materials to forge Long Que. On their way back, they were blocked by extra-dimensional cultivators. Ye Wuming shattered the space-time passage, and the terrifying burst of energy from that moment was faintly detected by the Heavenly Dao, who had been searching nearby for the past two days.

If Zhao Changhe’s side wanted to find the Heavenly Dao just to know its whereabouts, the Heavenly Dao wanted to find the Book of Heaven’s world for a quick victory. It knew better than anyone that the Ye sisters were still a step away from breaking through to the Other Shore—this was its last chance to win.

Once the Ye sisters merged and crossed the Other Shore bridge, this world would no longer have anything to do with It. It might even be killed in return. How could It not be anxious?

After searching frantically for two days, It happened to find them at this moment. Without a word, It resolutely broke through the world’s barrier, saving Ye Wuming from the edge of her chaotic thoughts and initiating the third battle of the Heavenly Dao in two epochs.

The Night Palace’s energy veins were connected to the world. At the Heavenly Dao’s strike, the palace trembled. All defenses activated automatically, converging into a dazzling beam that shot outward.

“Boom!” The Heavenly Dao punched casually. The beam scattered, and the shell of a world, shaped like a book, faintly emerged in the void of the universe.

The Three Realms shook. Ye Jiuyou looked up in shock: “Could this be our fault?”

She had no time to think. She quickly summoned the corpse puppet of the Spirit Clan’s earth and shot up to the battlefield.

Before she moved, a figure had already flown out of the Night Palace, both hands gripping a broadsword, slashing heavily at the point where the extra-dimensional breach occurred.

This was the third battle of the Heavenly Dao, but it was Zhao Changhe’s first time facing the Heavenly Dao head-on. It was even his first time seeing Its appearance.

It had a face like jade, lips like rouge—a very handsome, almost effeminate man. But right now, It looked enormous. A world before It was only as big as Its face, as if a planet were just a toy in Its palm.

A thought flashed through Zhao Changhe’s mind: We’ve always called It the Heavenly Dao, but It’s actually a cultivator roaming the universe, with Its own name. I wonder what it is…

His second thought was: The Book of Heaven contains a world of its own, just like a small ring containing a room. When you enter the ring, you see a few acres of space; when you’re outside, the ring is just the size of a finger. The Book of Heaven is the same. From the outside, it’s just an ordinary-sized book. So from inside the world, looking out, It looks like an ant looking at a giant.

With that thought, his broadsword had already slashed out of the world.

A very clean, slender hand reached out to meet the blade directly, as if to crush Zhao Changhe and his sword into dust. The massive broadsword looked like a tiny needle before It.

A mocking laugh accompanied the strike: “Do you really think it was your arrow that forced me back last time?”

Palm and blade never met. Between them, a terrifying collision of energy erupted. The sharp, piercing intent of Long Que viciously cut into the enemy’s energy, breaking through like a hot knife through butter.

Heavenly Dao let out a surprised "Eh?" and flipped his palm, shifting from facing the blade directly to pressing against its side, as if greatly taken aback by the ferocity of this strike.

Even an embroidery needle can prick the hand!

Zhao Changhe had no time to rejoice at his instant face-slapping performance; from the side of the blade came a terrifying pressure, nearly bursting all the blood and qi in his body. He grunted and staggered backward.

A jade hand reached out from beside him, intercepting Heavenly Dao's follow-up blow. With a "bang," both sides retreated slightly.

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her, his expression somewhat strange.

So you do have strength... Good thing I didn't actually get fresh with you just now, or I might really have died at your hands.

But Ye Wuming could only barely match Heavenly Dao by borrowing the world's power, and at this moment her condition was poor. Just from blocking that single blow, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. At the same time, the world trembled, and earthquakes and tsunamis erupted abruptly.

Heavenly Dao paused in his retreat, then burst into wild laughter: "Ye Wuming... haha... you still haven't shed your carnal desires? Were you just now fornicating with this man? Is this really you? Hahaha..."

He laughed uncontrollably, even forgetting to pursue for a moment. Clearly, Ye Wuming's behavior was more amusing than killing her—social death is still death, after all...

Ye Wuming couldn't be bothered with him. She quickly grabbed Zhao Changhe, who was trying to charge forward again, and sent a telepathic message: "Today our strength is still a bit greater than thirty years ago. What required scheming back then can now be formed directly. Quickly have Ruoyu use the Star River to construct a spatial confinement, while you and Jiuyou and Piaomiao seal off the three sides—just a single moment is enough..."

"And then? You blow yourself up with him again?"

Ye Wuming clearly still had that plan in mind, and now had even more reason: "What else? This is not the time for a decisive battle anyway. Thanks to you lot, the situation has become even more unfavorable. If we lose the will to fight to the death, what's the point? Stop being so indecisive and make the arrangements!"

"Did I say all that for nothing?" Zhao Changhe sneered. "Woman, I told you, your life belongs to me. Without my permission, you are not allowed to die."

"You fucking..." Ye Wuming couldn't help but curse. Are you insane?

But Heavenly Dao's fist came crashing again. She had no time to argue with Zhao Changhe, so she pulled him and continued retreating, already heading back within the realm.

A huge figure suddenly appeared before them—it was Ye Jiuyou, with the spirit clan's corpse puppet blocking the realm membrane. A mountain-like fist viciously met the force of Heavenly Dao's incoming punch.

At the same time, Ling Ruoyu appeared abruptly on the side, holding the Star River.

The Star River sword swept across, ruthlessly piercing through the corpse puppet's hand, constructing an independent void in the middle that precisely separated Heavenly Dao and the Book World on two sides.

Ye Wuming urgently said, "It's useless. He will soon shatter this space. Ruoyu, come back first!"

Ling Ruoyu turned to look at her, then obediently retreated back into the realm. Another discordant voice sounded: "Is that so?"

Ling Ruoyu and Ye Jiuyou both retreated, but Zhao Changhe broke through the realm membrane and arrived outside the realm.

Everyone watched as Zhao Changhe's body began to grow larger... or perhaps the Book World was relatively shrinking.

When Zhao Changhe now looked at Heavenly Dao, he was just the size of a normal human—and not even as tall as himself.

The mystery of inside and outside the realm was nothing more than this. Where was the suffocation of having the universe controlled by him?

Zhao Changhe let out a scornful laugh, grabbed the book floating in the cosmos, tucked it into his bosom, turned around, and ran.

Heavenly Dao: "?"

Ye Wuming: "?"

"What are you staring at? He came to us—can't we run? I'll hold him off as best I can. That blind fool is injured; take the chance to recuperate. Also, you've been preparing that shamanic art for so long—a single strand of hair could make the blind fool go into heat. Against Heavenly Dao, who has a body and a demon soul, does it only have a tracking function? He's right in front of us, so what's the point of tracking? See if you can change the approach and activate some other method to mess him up!"

"Hurry up—your husband can't hold out much longer!" In the void of the cosmos, a man with a knife on his back and a book in his bosom frantically fled toward a distant planet.

Behind him, a furious pretty boy gave chase: "Zhao Changhe, if I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces!"