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

Chapter 65 People from the Primal Dragon Cave! (Seeking first subscription and two more chapters!)

Without making a sound, Ye Chen withdrew his gaze.

"Get up, everyone. I've told you countless times, there's no need for such formalities."

Jiang Ming straightened up, his gaze involuntarily falling on the fluffy white thing on Ye Chen's shoulder, and his lips twitched slightly.

That cat —

[No, that tiger demon, relying on the senior brother's connections, often steals the sect's spiritual herbs. Whenever it gets caught, it shrinks into a kitten and runs to the senior brother's place, pretending to be asleep, its drool even getting on the senior brother's collar—]

[She's such a good actress!]

He shook his head, suppressing the thought.

"Is our senior brother about to come out of seclusion?"

"Yes, I'll go down the mountain and see my parents!"

Ye Chen nodded and continued walking forward.

The four people automatically made way for each other and stopped to the side.

Soon, Ye Chen turned the mountain path and a stone pavilion appeared in front of him.

Several people were sitting in the pavilion.

The old woman leaned on a cane, her back hunched, her cloudy old eyes slightly closed, as if she were dozing off.

The white-haired old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a stone bench, a whisk lying across his lap, his beard and hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

There were also a few elders whose names Ye Chen couldn't recall, sitting in twos and threes in the pavilion. Some were drinking tea, some were playing chess, and some were resting with their eyes closed.

Each of them wore a neat Taoist robe, their hair and beard were perfectly styled, and they were surrounded by a faint glow, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

The old woman was the first to open her eyes.

Those cloudy old eyes fell on Ye Chen, looked him up and down, and nodded slightly.

"Is Daozi about to emerge from seclusion?"

The voice was old and slow, like withered branches rubbing against each other in the wind.

Ye Chen walked to the pavilion and bowed respectfully: "I have been in the mountains for three years and wish to go back to see my parents and take care of some business on the way."

The white-haired old Taoist stroked his beard, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Your filial piety is commendable. Go, go. You can decide for yourself what to do outside the mountain gate!"

The other elders nodded in agreement, some stroking their beards and smiling, others closing their eyes and nodding, their demeanor composed and ethereal.

Ye Chen cupped his hands in greeting again, then turned to leave.

The mind, with its seven orifices of exquisite beauty, slowly turned.

The old woman's voice was aged and urgent, as if she had been holding it in for a long time and had finally found an outlet.

They've finally left—

It's been three years. In these three years, the amount of spiritual energy he has consumed in his cultivation alone is almost equal to the total amount of energy all of us have consumed together.

The spiritual energy concentration in the secret realm has long since fallen below the warning threshold; if we don't leave soon, these old bones of mine really won't be able to sit still!

The white-haired old Taoist priest's heartfelt words were even more urgent than those of an old woman.

[Quickly, quickly! While he's gone, readjust the grand formation in the secret realm. He's almost drained the spiritual veins. What kind of physique does this kid have? How can his cultivation consume more essence than a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm?]

The other elders shared similar sentiments.

They're finally gone.

The spiritual vein needs rest and recuperation; it will take at least a year!

Is one year enough? I think three years would be about right.

Amitabha Buddha, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, we have finally seen this great Buddha off.

Ye Chen paused in his steps.

He turned his head and looked at the elders in the pavilion who had an air of otherworldly wisdom.

The old woman was still dozing with her eyes closed, the white-haired old Taoist was still stroking his beard and smiling, and the elders were still playing chess and drinking tea.

He was composed and had an extraordinary air about him.

Ye Chen's lips twitched slightly.

He looked away and quickened his pace.

With their robes fluttering and the Taoist robes rustling in the wind, the blue stone steps receded rapidly beneath their feet, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the mountain gate.

Behind them, the elders, who had previously appeared ethereal and otherworldly, finally dropped their pretense.

The old woman opened her eyes and let out a long breath: "I have cultivated for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have ever seen such a monster."

The white-haired old Taoist put down his whisk and rubbed his stiff cheeks from smiling: "Where did our senior brother find this treasure? If he continues to absorb it for another three years, the spiritual veins of our Lingbao Sect will probably be severed."

"It won't completely eradicate the problem, but it will definitely damage the body's vitality!"

Another elder put down his teacup, stroked his beard, and said with a hint of emotion, "But then again, this kid's cultivation speed is indeed astonishing. Three years to go from the Bitter Sea to the Four Extremes, even in ancient times, he would be considered a prodigy."

"That's why the headmaster was in such a hurry to appoint him as the Daoist disciple."

The old woman, leaning on her cane, stood up, her hunched back making a slight cracking sound. "With such talent, keeping him alive is a blessing. When he grows up, how can my Lingbao Sect not regain its former glory?"

"I just don't know if these old bones of ours will live to see that day!"

"So hurry up and adjust the grand formation. If the spiritual vein is really severed, let alone wait for him to grow up, we ourselves will be finished first."

"Alright, alright, I'll go right now."

The white-haired old Taoist was about to adjust the grand formation when he suddenly stopped and frowned.

"Wait, did we forget something?"

The elders fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Soon, the old woman's expression changed slightly: "The people from the Primordial Dragon Cave, the Master Brother, just went out—"

The white-haired old Taoist priest's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Young Ye just left too, I'm afraid we'll run into each other."

The elders exchanged glances, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The old woman gripped her cane tightly, about to take a step, when another elder suddenly spoke up.

"etc."

He glanced at everyone, his lips twitching slightly. "Have we forgotten something—what's Ye Chen's cultivation level now?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

The white-haired old Taoist blinked: "The Four Extremes—Peak?"

"It's half-stepping on an evolved dragon!"

The old woman added, and then paused for a moment as she finished speaking.

The pinnacle of the four extremes.

His cultivation level is higher than that of these old bones.

"so----"

The white-haired Taoist priest put down his whisk, stroked his beard, and the worry on his face was gradually replaced by a complex expression. "Are we worried that a peak-level expert of the Four Extremes realm would be bullied by an ordinary great demon?"

There was a moment of silence in front of the mountain gate.

The old woman loosened her grip on her cane and gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth: "Master, you're something else too, leaving without even a word."

""

Another elder shook his head, sat back down on the stone bench, and picked up the now-cold tea. "That kid is at the peak of the Fourth Extreme Realm, yet he possesses two extraordinary phenomena. His combat strength should be considerable. Plus, the sect leader is there. Two against one, what's there to worry about?"

The white-haired old Taoist priest thought about it and felt it made sense, so he sat back down.

"Alright, alright. Those who need to activate the main formations, do so; those who want to drink tea, drink tea. As for Ye, let him handle his own affairs!"

""

The elders took their seats, and the secluded space regained its composure, as if the tension from before had never occurred.

Only the old woman remained standing, gazing towards the mountain gate, muttering, "But speaking of which, that kid doesn't know his own strength. What if he kills someone and causes trouble for the Lingbao Sect?"

The white-haired old Taoist waved his hand: "Even if we kill him, the Primordial Dragon Cave is in the wrong. Our Taoist disciple is acting in self-defense. What's the problem?"

""

The old woman thought about it and agreed, so she slowly sat back down, leaning on her cane.