Chapter 109: Tang Ya — Father…
A humming sound filled the air as Ye Chen released his Silver Needle martial soul.
A single hundred-year soul ring gleamed beneath him.
Moments later, above that first ring, a deep black ring began to form.
Within three seconds, the second ring had fully condensed—a radiant ten-thousand-year ring emanating an oppressive aura.
"Not bad, not bad. A true ten-thousand-year soul ring!" Ye Chen grinned in satisfaction and immediately examined the new soul skill of his Silver Needle martial soul.
[Soul Lock Needle: Once the Silver Needle pierces the target's body, it seals the target's soul power. The greater the difference in power, the more soul power is consumed.]
"Excellent—Soul Lock Needle! It can directly shut down an enemy's soul power, silencing them and preventing any skill use!"
"If it's a soul beast, it can even suppress its innate abilities!"
Ye Chen's eyes glowed with delight as he read through the effect.
This was a powerful control-type ability—not a mere negative status but a complete lockdown. Unless the needle was physically removed, no soul technique could break its seal.
And the duration lasted indefinitely—as long as the needle remained and Ye Chen had even a trace of soul power, the target's soul power would remain sealed forever.
The only downside was the massive energy drain when battling stronger foes. Against a Titled Douluo, for instance, Ye Chen might only hold it for a few seconds before exhausting his spiritual energy.
But that hardly mattered.
In a real fight, even a single second of being silenced could mean death.
Once his Silver Needle hit its mark—his opponent was finished.
The only weakness lay in penetration. Against a heavily armored defender, executing the technique would be tougher.
Still, no soul master could shield every part of their body.
As long as he found a vulnerable opening, it would work just fine…
and there were seven perfect orifices to choose from.
...
"Papa… Papa…"
At that moment, a soft voice broke his thoughts.
Ye Chen turned, noticing Tang Ya murmuring in her sleep, her expression tense and uneasy.
"Xiao Ya-jie…"
He went to her side and gently clasped her small hand.
"Papa!"
Tang Ya suddenly gripped his hand tightly and jolted awake—throwing herself into Ye Chen's arms.
"Papa…?"
She blinked her eyes open, staring up at Ye Chen blankly, still half-lost in her dream.
"Xiao Ya-jie, are you okay?" Ye Chen held her steady, his eyes full of concern.
It took her a full ten seconds before clarity returned.
"I'm… fine…" Tang Ya stammered, realizing their position. Her cheeks turned pink, but she didn't let go—instead, she clung tighter, seeking comfort in his warmth.
"As long as you're fine~ I was worried about you," Ye Chen said softly, patting her back.
He feared the emotional toll might have broken her.
In this world, there were no therapists—mental wounds were the hardest to heal.
"Mmm… I'm not that fragile," Tang Ya mumbled, pouting slightly.
She wasn't a child anymore. After everything she had endured, her willpower was far from weak.
"Of course. Xiao Ya-jie is the strongest~" Ye Chen replied with a sheepish grin.
Then, after a pause, he added, "You don't have to worry about the Tang Sect's old grounds. We can't reclaim it yet, but no one will dare tear it down. Once we're strong enough, we'll return and rebuild the Tang Sect."
In this world of power and strength, that was the only truth.
Though Ye Chen could fight across levels, he was just one man. Expanding Tang Sect now would be impossible.
Better to wait—grow powerful, assemble his own followers, and then return to restore the sect under his name.
He smiled at the thought. The Tang Sect would be his future force.
Beibei was long gone, and soon he'd drive out Huo Yuhao. Only then would Tang Sect truly belong to him alone.
"Mhm… Still, thank you—for helping me fulfill my greatest wish."
Tang Ya slowly lifted her head, eyes glimmering with gratitude and something deeper.
"Don't mention it. It was our agreement—and as Tang Sect's deputy master, avenging the sect is my duty." Ye Chen spoke seriously.
But then… he noticed Tang Ya's gaze had changed.
Before he could react, she pushed him down onto the bed.
Her face flushed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered by his ear, "Ye Chen… I don't know how else to thank you. You've wanted it for so long… if you really like me… I—I can…"
Her voice faded to a trembling whisper, her face burning even deeper red.
She truly liked him—and she was sincerely grateful.
Now she had nothing left but herself… and if giving herself to him could repay her debt, she would.
"Ahem, Xiao Ya-jie, what are you saying… I'm not that kind of person!"
Ye Chen coughed awkwardly. He hadn't expected such a turn.
Yes, he could have her now—but it didn't feel right.
Their relationship hadn't reached that stage, and her offer came more from emotion than reason—a heat-of-the-moment decision that sounded almost transactional.
Ye Chen never treated feelings as trades. Affection should flow naturally, not be bargained for.
"Hmph, pretending to be righteous… haven't you always wanted it?" Tang Ya muttered softly, pouting.
Every time they cultivated together, his intentions were evident—if not for her restraint, things might already have crossed that line.
Now he was acting pure?
Still, despite her teasing, relief and comfort filled her heart.
She had blurted it out impulsively—if Ye Chen had agreed, she might've panicked instead.
"But, Xiao Ya-jie, if you truly want to thank me…"
Ye Chen leaned closer and whispered something in her ear.
Tang Ya's face immediately turned crimson—from cheeks to ears to neck.
"Ugh, I knew it—you're terrible!"
She bit down on his shoulder in mock anger, glaring up at him with tearful eyes.
Biting her lip shyly, she looked at him again… but didn't pull away.
"…"
"…"
"…"
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(END CHAPTER)
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