I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Chapter 79, Section 78: Astounding Wisdom, Here I Come!

Chen Shuqian, dressed in white, leaned casually against Ye Yan's chest, her long hair cascading over his shoulder, like a lazy cat.

Her fingers traced circles on his chest, her voice as soft as honey: "I'm all yours now."

The tightly closed door in her heart unknowingly cracked open at this moment, and a surge of urge to confide welled up, a urge that even she herself found unfamiliar.

She grew up in the Holy Sect and had seen and acted out too much hypocrisy. But the man in front of her was so domineering that he made her feel at ease. The more domineering he was, the more she liked him.

Ye Yan grabbed her hand and removed it from his chest, saying in a calm tone, "I'm not that kind of person, Qian'er."

Chen Shuqian tilted her head to look at him, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "Then what are you? A god?"

Ye Yan did not answer, but instead took out a banner from his sleeve.

The banner was pitch black, with a spiritual light flowing over it, and faint sounds of ten thousand souls wailing could be heard emanating from it; it was the Primordial Ten Thousand Spirit Banner.

He placed the banner between the two of them, looked into Chen Shuqian's eyes, and spoke with the seriousness of someone discussing a business deal: "You may enter my banner and share the Great Dao with me."

Chen Shuqian paused for a moment, then smiled, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and said without hesitation, "Okay, that's perfect, I'm about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage too."

Ye Yan was stunned: "You really came?"

Chen Shuqian's smile faded, and she leaned back on his shoulder, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Do you know that I've never been happy all these years? I'm just a tool in their hands. What family do I have? What feelings do I have?"

Ye Yan remained unmoved.

He waved his hand casually, "I'll invite you to join the banner then."

He had no interest in such trauma from one's family of origin; in a place like the Holy See, whose past wasn't riddled with holes?

In his eyes, Chen Shuqian was nothing more than a tool for venting his anger; useful, but not worthy of affection.

Trying to abstain from pornography in this awful place?! That would be the death of me!

However, tools also have their uses.

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Ye Yan then pulled Madam Ruoxiang into the room, and the mother and daughter were together.

Soon, the matter was over, and everyone went their separate ways.

Back in his cave, Ye Yan carefully set up a causal severing array, with spiritual light flowing around it, isolating the entire cave from the outside world.

He took out the Myriad Spirits Banner, and as he unfurled it, black mist filled the air, the dense malevolent energy almost solidifying into a tangible form.

His consciousness sank into the mustard seed space within the banner. The space was vast, and under the hazy sky, countless weak souls drifted in the darkness. Among them was Yu Suzhen, the famous "shared bicycle," who had been used countless times in the Hehuan Palace and was already in a dilapidated state.

Ye Yan planned to thoroughly train her.

He still needs the extraordinary wisdom of the last sect leader of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, "Tingyou," and he also needs the fifth incarnation. Unfortunately, Tingyou was chased and killed by a sword aura from the Golden Core True Monarch of the Sword Pavilion, and is still waiting for good news there.

But no rush, let's focus on doing the things at hand first.

Ye Yan made a hand seal, and a large hand formed from spiritual light reached out from the void and firmly grasped Yu Suzhen's soul.

As the magic power circulated, Yu Suzhen's soul was repeatedly tempered, impurities were removed, memories were stripped away, consciousness was scattered, and then reassembled.

He also absorbed the souls of the female cultivators who had been squeezed to death. Thousands of remnant souls surged, merged, and were tempered in the space inside the banner, eventually condensing into a brand new soul body.

Ye Yan then branded her with another slave mark, engraving it deep within her soul to ensure her absolute loyalty.

The newly refined Yu Suzhen had lifeless eyes, an empty face, and a faint spiritual light flowing over her naked body. Her jade feet were suspended in the air, like an exquisite doll.

She is no longer the promiscuous Yu Suzhen she once was; her memories, personality, and consciousness have all been replaced by Ye Yan.

Ye Yan looked at his work and nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't want to end up like Gu Yue Fangyuan, stabbed in the back by Bai Ningbing.

They say there are countless heroes in the world—

The slave mark plus memory alteration provide double protection, ensuring absolute safety.

"Indeed, they have the spirit of righteousness."

Yu Suzhen can use the position of the guardian deity to transfer karma.

Ye Yan quickly calculated and cleanly transferred the karmic entanglement that Hongyun Zhenren had placed on him to Yu Suzhen.

From then on, if Hongyun wanted to scheme against him again through the Way of Fortune, the only person he could find was Yu Suzhen.

"From this day forward, you shall be called Jade Maiden." Ye Yan said calmly, looking at the new banner spirit before him.

The maiden opened her eyes, and Ye Yan's figure was reflected in her empty pupils.

She knelt on the ground, her voice cold and devoid of emotion: "Greetings, Master."

Ye Yan waved his hand, signaling her to stand aside.

Liu Xin was wearing a blue work uniform and a blue hat, with a name tag pinned to his chest that read "Assembly Line Foreman, Liu Xin." He stood respectfully in front of Ye Yan, holding a thick stack of reports.

This is the "black factory" that Ye Yan set up in the inner space of the banner. It is a 24-hour uninterrupted production line where the banner spirits refine talismans and pills day and night, which is more efficient than any workshop outside.

"How's the production?" Ye Yan asked casually as he took the report.

He recently planned to wreak havoc on Skull Mountain, earn merit, and then enter the secret realm of cultivation to practice the legendary "Saint Thief" technique.

This requires a large reserve of talismans and elixirs, which is far from enough if he refines them himself.

Liu Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling: "Reporting to the master, there are over five hundred talismans and over one hundred pills. These include lightning talismans, sword qi talismans, escape talismans, as well as Qi-nourishing pills, Qi-condensing powders, and Dragon Yang Bone-Strengthening pills."

Ye Yan frowned, his tone dissatisfied: "Only this much? I input your Qi cultivation every day, and this is all the output? Where are the defective products? Let me see."

He strode into the assembly line workshop and immediately saw a spirit dozing off against the wall.

Ye Yan raised his hand, and the spiritual light transformed into a giant hand, directly smashing the banner spirit into nothingness.

The banner spirit beside him trembled in fright, and his movements immediately quickened.

Liu Xin's legs went weak, and cold sweat soaked through his blue work clothes, sticking stickily to his back. He watched as the remaining glimmers of light from the scattered spirit of the banner dissipated into the air, his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips trembled, wanting to say something but daring not to.

Beast!

Although the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Holy Sect don't value human life, they still believe in long-term commitment and wouldn't just casually kill the banner spirits they've painstakingly cultivated.

Ye Yan shook his head, his tone indifferent: "That's not enough."

He turned and left the space inside the banner, heading straight for the four outer halls.

When the disciples of the Weapon Forging Hall saw him, their faces were more grim than if they were crying.

I've never seen a true disciple come to exploit the outer disciples; this is just too much!

You beast!

Ignoring everything else, Ye Yan waved his hand and directly seized the souls of over a thousand reserve disciples before leaving.

Back in his cave, Ye Yan poured the newly captured souls into the Myriad Spirits Banner, reshaping them once more.

Thousands of souls surged within the banner, transforming into new banner spirits. Ye Yan frowned; there were too many defective products. These souls were too weak, and the banner spirits refined from them had poor aptitude.

As a banner spirit, it should be refining talismans and pills day and night. The large quantity of mid-level talismans and pills produced is enough to surround and kill cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining or even the Great Perfection stage.

"Junior Brother Liu, this is the style of the Holy Sect. You are the group leader." Ye Yan patted Liu Xin on the shoulder, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child. "If the banner spirit can endure hardship, then endure it. Anyway, it's not human, it's all useless people."

What are you afraid of?

Liu Xin was speechless, cursing inwardly: What a beast!

The banner spirit is also conscious! But he didn't dare to say a word, he just nodded and bowed.

Ye Yan smiled and added, "For the sake of being fellow disciples, if you don't take the supervisor position, I'll arrange for someone else. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of other spirits who can."

Liu Xin immediately straightened his back and shouted in a loud voice, "Yes, sir! I'll do it!"

Ye Yan nodded in satisfaction and exited the space inside the banner.

He had just sat down in the cave when a clear, cold female voice came from outside the door: "Is Senior Brother Ye here? Feixia requests an audience."

Ye Yan opened the door, and standing outside was a woman in white, with a beautiful face and an ethereal air; it was none other than Fairy Feixia.

Her gaze fell on Ye Yan, with a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity.

Ye Yan sized her up, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Junior Sister Feixia, are you inviting me to join the Three Rivers Society?"

Fairy Feixia nodded, her tone respectful: "Senior Brother Ye is wise; that is exactly what I meant."

Ye Yan nodded, smiling broadly: "Of course, of course."

Fairy Feixia hesitated for a moment, then took out a jade slip from her sleeve, inside which was a contract for selling one's essence blood.

That's the membership certificate for the Sanhe Society. Once you sign it, you become a member of the Sanhe Society, and your life and death are decided by the society.

Ye Yan shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Junior sister, emotional intelligence is a good thing. Let me remind you, I have connections."

Fairy Feixia was taken aback, but then she understood what he meant.

She took back the jade slip, cupped her hands and said, "Junior sister was foolish, thank you for your guidance, senior brother."

She turned and left, her back view clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Months passed.

Ye Yan secluded himself in his cave, focusing on cultivation and preparing for his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment.

He repeatedly honed his skills, refined his magical powers, deduced the path of cultivation, and pondered what kind of path he should take.

There are only five supreme positions, each one ordained by destiny. If he's going to take one, he'll take the best one.

Ye Yan opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Since things have come to this, let's just go to the Skull Mountain Market and fry some fish."

He stood up, pushed open the cave door, and sunlight streamed in, casting a long shadow on him.

Listen to the ghostly sounds!

I'm here!