Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Han Li's smile finally crumbled.

That extremely ordinary face was now filled with stiffness and bitterness.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to excuse himself, but found that the woman in purple in front of him was tilting her head and looking at him with a smile that looked anything but malicious.

"Fellow Daoist Han, what's your decision?"

Ye Chen patted Han Li's shoulder with a light but firm touch, which made Han Li appear three inches shorter.

"younger generation……"

Han Li gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "This junior is willing."

"That's right."

Ye Chen smiled and withdrew his hand, took out a token from his sleeve, and stuffed it into Han Li's hand. "Take this. Go to Miaoyin Sect to report another day. Just mention my little sister Zi Ling's name."

"Little Sister Zi Ling?"

"Just as I thought!"

Han Li looked down at the token in his hand, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The token is dark green all over, with the two seal characters "妙音" (Miaoyin) engraved on the front and an exquisite lotus flower pattern on the back. It feels warm and smooth to the touch, clearly not an ordinary item.

He carefully tucked the token into his sleeve, looked up, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Thank you for your kind words, senior."

"You're welcome! You're welcome!"

Ye Chen waved his hand and turned to leave.

The purple figure drifted away like a light cloud, disappearing into the horizon in a few breaths.

Han Li stood there, watching the figure disappear completely, before letting out a long breath.

He reached up and touched his waist; his storage pouch was gone, but he had an extra token.

Was this deal a loss or a gain?

......

In the sky, on three floating screens, the spectators were chatting enthusiastically.

Wanwan leaned back on the throne, the wine in her hand now in its third cup, the amber liquid swirling gently within.

"Old Devil Han's storage bag, that's a treasure, there might be some good stuff inside."

Nalan Yanran shook her head: "Speaking of which, Han Li was really lucky. The other one of me was just a casual slap, and I didn't really do anything to him."

"Just lucky?"

Wanwan chuckled. "You didn't see his expression just now. He looked like he'd swallowed a fly, bitter and astringent, wanting to vomit but afraid to. But my other self is quite interesting; I actually want to recruit him into the Miaoyin Sect. Would you consider that an investment in advance?"

Lin Daiyu squatted by the flowerbed, a small silver hoe resting on her knees, her gaze fixed on the screen.

"That's Han Tianzun, brother! By doing this, you've actually made a good connection!"

Wanwan and Nalan Yanran both fell silent for a moment.

"Sister Daiyu is right."

"Sister Daiyu is right!"

They all spoke in unison again.

......

Ye Chen stood on the reef, her purple dress fluttering in the sea breeze.

He looked down at the pile of storage bags in front of him, which he had taken from the Hidden Fiend Sect and several Golden Core cultivators from other fleeing forces. There were at least twenty or thirty of them, and they contained many things that even Nascent Soul cultivators would covet.

"This should last you a while!"

Zi Ling's consciousness sighed softly in her mind: "It's enough, but have you considered that's Old Demon Han? What if the Lord of the Samsara Palace were to descend from the sky? How would you deal with that?"

"What's there to be afraid of? As long as you don't touch the little green bottle, you won't attract any big shots. Besides, what I'm doing just demonstrates that you, Sect Master Ziling, possess extraordinary abilities, single-handedly sweeping away the Hidden Fiend Sect and shaking the Chaotic Star Sea!"

"Are you sure you're not just trying to provoke me?"

"Who dares to hate?"

Ye Chen replied matter-of-factly, "Is it the Six Paths Supreme Saint, or the Heavenly Star Twin Saints?"

Zi Ling fell silent again.

It is true.

The cultivators of the Dragon Transformation Realm, in terms of performance and combat power, are far superior to those of mere Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

Even if those few Nascent Soul stage cultivators were to descend, they probably wouldn't be enough to kill the other me!

"Alright, it's almost time."

Ye Chen cracked his knuckles slightly. "The time limit for my arrival is almost up. I should go back!"

Zi Ling was slightly taken aback: "So fast?"

"I've been here for almost half an hour now. You have no idea, my body is still sitting on the mountain. If any fellow disciples passing by see me, they might think I've passed away!"

Zi Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright then, thanks for today. I'll need your help again if I run into any more trouble in the future."

"at any time!"

Ye Chen was preparing to withdraw his consciousness and sever the connection with this body.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful pressure poured down from the heavens.

The oppressive aura was as vast as the sea and as heavy as a mountain, carrying a suffocating and murderous atmosphere that enveloped the entire sea area.

The sea suddenly calmed down, and even the wind stopped.

The fleeing cultivators seemed frozen in mid-air, their faces ashen and their legs weak.

Some with lower cultivation levels fell directly from the sky, crashing into the sea with a splash.

Several Golden Core cultivators barely managed to stay upright, but their faces were not good either, and they looked in fear in the direction from which the oppressive aura came.

Ye Chen stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head, squinted, and looked up at the sky.

There, a black figure was slowly descending.

The newcomer was tall and wore a black Taoist robe embroidered with six dark gold lines, each resembling a winding river flowing slowly across the robe.

He looked to be only in his forties, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, exuding a sinister and sharp aura.

But what is most striking is his right hand.

The hand was fair and slender, with its five fingers spread out, and a hazy ball of light was dancing in the palm.

Inside the ball of light, a tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, was struggling frantically.

The little man looked exactly like the Yin Ancestor, only shrunk countless times. He was naked, his limbs were flailing wildly, and his mouth was opening and closing as if he was screaming, but he couldn't make a sound.

Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul of the Extreme Yin Ancestor!

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so you're here to avenge your men?"

Zi Ling's consciousness trembled in her mind: "Six...Six Paths Supreme Saint...A great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage..."

Her voice was trembling, "My other self, why don't you stay? He... he's one of the most powerful beings in my world."

"Late-stage Nascent Soul stage, nothing special!"

Ye Chen tilted his head, his tone somewhat nonchalant.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint hovered in mid-air, his black robes fluttering, and black energy surging around him like a tide.

The six dark gold lines flowed slowly across the robe, like six lurking venomous snakes, ready to devour someone at any moment.

His gaze fell on the purple figure, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator was actually able to shatter the extremely Yin possession body with a single palm strike."

He paused, then gently clenched his right hand that was holding the nascent soul. The gray ball of light in his palm suddenly exploded, and the tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, let out a shrill scream before being crushed into dust by an invisible force.

Black powder slipped through my fingers and was scattered by the sea breeze.