Chương 767: Chapter 766: Without Me, the Auction Won't Start!

Beyond the immortal roots, everything in Ye Chen's cave heaven struck Luo Bingling with wave after wave of shock. A Dragon Blood Heavenly Gold Tree soared ten thousand meters tall—golden bark veined with crimson leaves, each leaf a priceless material for Extreme Dao weapons. Yet here, they grew thick as forests, blotting out the sky. Further in, vast fields of supreme spiritual herbs stretched in every direction, dense as common cabbage.

On one floating peak, she even saw heaps of spatial divine stones casually piled into small hills. Luo Bingling's mind went numb. She once tried to win his favor with a single spatial divine stone—thinking back now only made her cringe. In truth, the value of any one medicinal field here likely surpassed a million years of accumulation by a top ancient clan. Throughout history, no one but the Heavenly Emperor himself could achieve this—and even for him, it must have been extraordinarily difficult.

So the rumors were true: Ye Chen was the Heavenly Emperor's own son. In the past, such sights would have ignited greed—she would have schemed without end, or alerted her clan elders to seize them. But now, amid the astonishment, only joy welled up in her heart. She had unwittingly chosen the most exalted man in the entire cultivation world. Son of the Heavenly Emperor. True heir to the Devouring Lineage. Those titles alone crushed the Celestial Prince a thousand times over. Her husband... was truly exceptional. …

Ye Chen noted the absence of greed in her eyes. Satisfied, he smiled faintly. He led her downward, landing beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree. His voice warm, "From now on, cultivate here beneath this tree. As for the Dao Cauldron—though its full might remains sealed, its cultivation aid triggers passively. Draw a mere phantom, and your progress will accelerate dramatically. Moreover, when nearing a bottleneck, enter the Nine Transformations Heavenly Furnace to breakthrough.

Not only will your realm cap rise higher with greater power gains—your aptitude itself will sublimate further…" Ye Chen explained the wonders and uses of each immortal artifact calmly. Luo Bingling trembled faintly, excitement surging. Cultivating in this transcendent, immortal-misted realm alone would propel her forward by leaps and bounds. Beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree? Like strapping on an accelerator. Add the heaven-defying aids of Dao Cauldron and Nine Transformations Furnace. Not just further speed.

But aptitude elevation too. Such supreme conditions—she had never dared dream of them before. Now they lay tangibly before her. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. With them, her future cultivation speed might defy even her own imagination, surpassing even the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, famed for velocity. Overtaking the divine son who stole everything from her—no longer impossible. As a War God Clan member, cultivation speed mattered most to her.

Her eyes glistened with emotion. One thought dominated her heart. She had truly offered herself too late. Had she devoted herself fully sooner, with these resources, how could her cave heaven lag behind Yao Yuezhi's? When Yao Yuezhi raged and tried to uproot her foundation, she wouldn't have been so powerless, relying solely on Ye Chen's rescue.

"Husband…" Luo Bingling twisted her slim waist, the gem at her navel glinting, sensual dimples faintly visible at her lower back. She called softly to Ye Chen. Ye Chen smiled at the sight.

"Stay here and cultivate in peace. I'll attend the auction. Before leaving, I'll return to fetch you." Luo Bingling nodded obediently. She had always been obsessed with cultivation. Conditions here were unparalleled. She could remain in Ye Chen's cave heaven forever without tiring. Moreover, realizing he was the true heir of the Devouring Lineage sparked an even bolder idea.

"Husband, perhaps I should step out briefly and contact the clan elders. I'll tell them you possess countless priceless treasures. Suggest they send more prodigies to assail you—securing greater spoils afterward. The War God Clan has several Half-Saints in seclusion. I might persuade them to emerge and join the ambush!" Luo Bingling knew Ye Chen's strength remained unscathed. His cave heaven vast—she couldn't even gauge its full extent. Everything he did was a mere pretense to devour origin.

The more assailants, the stronger her husband grew. Ye Chen's mouth twitched faintly. Luo Bingling's transformation was profound. Pitting the War God Clan to death? Unnecessary—truly unnecessary!

"Enough. Overdoing it risks exposure. I have plans already…" He waved dismissively, preparing to leave. Watching his commanding, masterful demeanor—casually scheming to cripple myriad races' prodigies—sent waves through Luo Bingling's heart. Husband possessed strength, cunning, and foundations. She adored him utterly! Charm filled her eyes.

"Husband, I just recalled—I didn't clean you thoroughly. You're still a bit sticky…" Ye Chen noted her twisting waist and guessed her intent. He shook his head.

"No time. The auction starts soon—late arrival means no entry. And Yuezhi waits outside…" Luo Bingling grew bolder.

"This auction exists for you, Husband. If you're late, they'll find excuses to delay. Otherwise, who buys their overpriced treasures? As for Yao Yuezhi—waiting a bit for Brother won't hurt. Don't overthink. I'll be quick…" Ye Chen fell silent. Since offering herself, Luo Bingling had truly changed. … A full hour later. Ye Chen finally emerged. He joined Yao Yuezhi—who had waited long outside, mind swirling with wild guesses—and headed to the auction house.

As Luo Bingling predicted, though past the scheduled start, they entered without issue. The excuse: too many treasures and guests—preparations flawed, requiring a one-hour delay. Ye Chen chuckled at the reason. Seeing him arrive at last, the myriad races' higher-ups behind the auction exhaled in relief, smiles blooming. The star had arrived. They eagerly anticipated his frustrated expression. Today, they would bleed him dry!