Chapter Thirty-Five: Solitude Makes One Strong

"Tsk tsk, damn, those legs, those delicate little feet, that enchanting figure, that aura! Oh mother, this is what it feels like to fall in love..." Ye Qiu mused inwardly, though he still managed to keep his wits about him. Suddenly, he found himself a bit envious of Liu Jianchen.

Just look at him—he's got the protagonist's halo, and such a stunning wife. Anyone would be jealous.

But Ye Qiu had misunderstood; Yue Chan was not Liu Jianchen's wife. They didn't even know each other, and Liu Jianchen wasn't the protagonist at all...

Yue Chan intervened only out of righteousness. She understood well that if these demon gods were unleashed, peace would forever vanish from the human world, and so she acted.

Hearing Ye Qiu's scorn, Fu Feng was exasperated. Was this senior truly so unreliable?

I'm an old man already—how could you think I'd have such thoughts?

Fu Feng, embarrassed, hastily explained, "Senior, it's not what you imagine. I’ve long passed the age of youthful vigor—even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have the strength..."

Ye Qiu glanced at him, shaking his head. "I don't believe you..."

The look in his eyes made Fu Feng feel guilty, and Ye Qiu continued, "Don't be nervous, old fellow. We're men; there's nothing wrong with admiring beautiful women. I, Ye Qiu, like beauties too!

Especially those exceptional immortals. It's normal for your resolve to waver—you must exercise restraint.

Remember this truth: admire beauties all you want, but don't take it too seriously.

Because women... only slow your sword, and worse... disrupt your spiritual path."

Ye Qiu spoke with earnest conviction, though even he felt his face flush at his own words.

What nonsense—if I had such a wife, why bother cultivating? Wouldn’t it be wonderful just to hold her every day?

The reason for his words was simple: he feared the protagonist’s wrath and deliberately kept his distance. This was the best method.

The Survival Guide for Transmigrators had one crucial rule: never meddle with the protagonist’s harem, or death was certain.

The moment Ye Qiu finished, everyone felt a jolt within, as though enlightened by some profound truth.

"Hiss! I understand now! No wonder those powerful figures are always lonely—every last one a solitary bachelor.

Turns out... being single makes you stronger, letting you turn grief into motivation, step by step ascending to the peak."

"My heavens, this is the ultimate truth..."

"No wonder we've never broken through our limits all these years. It’s the emotional entanglements that hinder our spiritual resolve, making it impossible to advance..."

For a moment, the entire crowd was stunned, each person experiencing an epiphany, as if discovering a fundamental truth of the universe.

Ye Qiu was dumbfounded, "What the... am I awesome again?"

Really? They believed this nonsense? They’re treating every fart as a revelation...

Single men, single souls, singles are superior beings?

Come on, fellows, can’t you be a bit more discerning? Don’t take every word I say as gospel.

Ye Qiu was speechless, though perhaps this wasn’t so bad—maybe it would trigger a single-hood craze, making it easier for him to find a wife.

Hah, this time I’m riding high!

Let everyone resist marriage, and my opportunity will come—heh heh...

Yang Xuan pondered, "So, senior, your strength comes from being single?"

Ye Qiu smiled, "That's right!"

"But I've been single for years—why am I still so weak?"

At this point, Tian Zhong chimed in. He’d been single for thousands of years—why hadn’t he improved at all?

Yang Xuan scoffed, "Uncle, if I recall correctly, you’ve secretly admired Aunt Yunyu from our Little Cloud Peak for years, haven’t you?"

At those words, Tian Zhong blushed, cursing, "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? I’ll strike you down..."

It was a secret he’d kept for years, thinking it was well hidden—yet, as it turned out, everyone in Yaoguang Sanctuary knew.

It had become an open secret, and he still believed his concealment was flawless.

"Master, help!"

Hearing Tian Zhong threaten violence, Yang Xuan quickly sought protection, but Fu Feng remained unmoved, acting as though it was none of his concern.

Soon enough, Yang Xuan was caught and thoroughly beaten, while Fu Feng watched with a smirk, "Serves you right. Of all things to bring up, you chose this. I’ve never dared mention it in all these years. Do you really think you’re the only one in Yaoguang who knows?"

Fu Feng was thoroughly entertained; he had long known about it, but feared Tian Zhong’s temper and never dared to say so outright.

Who would have thought Yang Xuan, this foolish lad, would dare bring it up—tempting fate, indeed.

Ye Qiu glanced at everyone in the tavern, wondering how they still had the mood for such antics when disaster was at the doorstep. Instead of strategizing, they were bickering?

He couldn’t tell if their hearts were broad or if it was deliberate.

"Shopkeeper, the commotion outside is getting out of hand. I don’t know if the mechanisms can hold—shouldn’t we just flee?" Cao He crept over with shifty eyes, whispering.

His words were overheard by the nearby Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, who was alarmed, "Flee? Damn, they’re planning to escape without telling me? No way—I need to stick with them or I’ll be doomed..."

Ye Qiu, displeased, responded to Cao He, "You—always thinking of running? Can’t you be a bit braver, like me?"

He muttered under his breath, legs trembling...

His words sounded fearless, but his heart was in chaos.

At that moment, Yue Chan entered the battlefield, single-handedly dividing the nine demon gods, her strength no less than Liu Jianchen’s.

Her unparalleled grace shone as she walked the skies, effortlessly countering their attacks.

Because of her arrival, the tide of battle shifted instantly, leaving everyone deeply shocked.

Wang Yuan’s expression was grim. "I never imagined that this calamity would draw out so many powerful beings. This Empress is also an extraordinary supreme powerhouse, and... I feel she has glimpsed the Heavenly Realm..."

"Heavenly Realm? What kind of level is that?" The crowd was baffled. Was there a realm beyond Supreme?

Wang Yuan offered a vague explanation, "Strictly speaking, beyond the Supreme, it becomes an ethereal, ill-defined realm...

There’s no precise classification—so it's all called the Heavenly Realm!

The Heavenly Realm lies just below the Immortal Realm, closest to the divine. In this world... the only one who can touch the Immortal Realm is that figure in the tavern below...

As for those two, they are the closest to breaking through. If nothing goes awry, they may one day ascend, becoming true immortals..."

His words left everyone’s hearts shaken.

What shocked them even more was that, beneath them, in that unassuming tavern, a legendary Immortal Realm master was concealed.

Unimaginable—what kind of terrifying existence was this!