The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3221: 3216: Arriving at Heavenly Melody Mountain_1

Yang Chen gave a wry smile. “Senior Wenqi, I already have a family, and this feels a bit too rushed, doesn’t it?”

“What nonsense. It’s perfectly normal for a man to take three wives and four concubines. If you stuck to just one, I’d find that strange. As for marriage, I only mentioned it offhand. In truth, when two people truly care for each other, tying the knot can happen swiftly. Naturally, the choice is yours alone. I won’t meddle in such affairs,” Princess Wenqi replied calmly.

Upon hearing Princess Wenqi’s assurance of non-interference, Yang Chen let out a relieved breath.

Although he resisted the idea of multiple partners, his existing romantic entanglements outside were already burdensome enough, leaving no room for more.

Regarding Fairy Moon Fu, her invitation to him surely carried some deeper purpose. He’d decide once the moment arrived.

“Fine, your journey to Heavenly Melody Mountain is yours to handle. But keep in mind, as a member of the Divine Night Sect, you mustn’t bring shame to their name. This might be your final chance for some ease,” Princess Wenqi stated.

“This junior gets it.” Yang Chen nodded faintly, then voiced his surprise, “Senior Wenqi, what exactly do you mean by ease?”

“You’ll understand once you’re back from Heavenly Melody Mountain,” Princess Wenqi refused to elaborate, merely adding softly.

At those words, Yang Chen held back further questions. He followed Princess Wenqi’s directives and departed.

Once outside, Yang Chen wasted no time and headed directly toward Heavenly Melody Mountain.

Crossing the Taiyuan Star System proved straightforward. Guided by the map, Yang Chen reached Wind Moon Star without issue.

Entering Wind Moon Star, Yang Chen extended his divine sense, enveloping nearly half of the Star Domain Interface.

This vast soul power stemmed from his breakthrough into the Heavenly Leaving Realm.

“Heavenly Melody Mountain lies at…”

Locating the spot with his divine sense spread out was no challenge for Yang Chen.

Before long, he stood before an expansive chain of peaks.

The range stretched grandly, layer stacking upon layer, resembling a colossal serpent. From afar, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Yet, drawing on his vast experience, Yang Chen easily discerned a hidden realm within the mountains.

“Looks like it mirrors the Divine Night Sect, harboring a separate world inside!” Yang Chen murmured to himself.

This practice of concealing an inner domain was standard among the three major powers. Housing their bases in personal realms offered superior safeguards.

Furthermore, any outsiders seeking entry faced a gauntlet of strict requirements.

Having reached the mountain chain, Yang Chen unleashed a trace of his qi and announced, “I am a disciple of the Divine Night Sect, here to pay respects. I request that the fellow Daoists of Heavenly Melody Mountain grant me passage.”

His thunderous voice boomed clearly, echoing into every ear nearby.

As Yang Chen anticipated, multiple figures soon entered his view.

These were mere Mahayana Stage experts, varying in looks, and they regarded Yang Chen with cool detachment.

Noting his unfamiliar face, their demeanor grew even icier.

“Are you from the Divine Night Sect, Your Excellency? May we see your sect’s nameplate?” they inquired.

Yang Chen produced the nameplate and passed it to them.

Confirming its authenticity, their faces softened. They asked casually, “And what might your name be, sir?”

“Yang Chen,” he answered.

“What!”

Yang Chen’s response hit like a thunderclap. Upon catching his name, the Mahayana Stage cultivators’ expressions twisted dramatically. They stared at him as though beholding a specter.

“Your Excellency, could you be the Yang Chen who slew twenty-eight Heavenly Leaving Realm powerhouses and drew the pursuit of the Grand Abyss Palace recently?”

Yang Chen grinned. “Indeed, that’s me.”

“You… you’re really Yang Chen!” Horror and incredulity filled the eyes of the Mahayana Stage cultivators, like they’d encountered a myth made flesh.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, surprised at his own notoriety. Barely stepping foot at Heavenly Melody Mountain, even the sentries knew him.

With their stance shifting, the guards promptly declared, “Senior Yang Chen, forgive us for not spotting you sooner. If we’ve slighted you, overlook it please. We’ll escort you inside the mountain right away.”

Recalling Yang Chen’s name and his brutal feats, they viewed him as a walking harbinger of death. Offending him was the last thing they wanted.

Faced with their evident fear, Yang Chen wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just offered a light smile and trailed them into Heavenly Melody Mountain.

Within Heavenly Melody Mountain lay a whole new realm indeed, comparable in scope to the Divine Night Sect.

Numerous city strongholds dotted the outskirts, while Heavenly Melody Mountain’s central powers rose prominently amid the urban sprawl, impossible to miss.

Escorted by the cultivators who grinned nervously without daring to cross him, Yang Chen arrived at Heavenly Melody Mountain’s heart—a massive suspended peak. A grand city crowned it, with cascading waterfalls threading through the heights. The vista was stunning and invigorating.

No sooner had they neared than two formidable presences surged forth.

At once, a pair of elite Boundaryless cultivators emerged from Heavenly Melody Mountain.

Clad in the sect’s robes, they declared, “You two? Know your place—your rank forbids casual approaches to Heavenly Melody Mountain.”

The rebuked cultivators stayed composed, offering sheepish smiles. “Gentlemen, here’s the situation: this Fellow Daoist says he’s Yang Chen from the Divine Night Sect, bearing their nameplate. He wishes to meet with you…”

“Yang Chen of the Divine Night Sect!”

The two Boundaryless sentries started off stern but paled in astonishment at Yang Chen’s name: “Are you the Yang Chen who cut down twenty-eight Heavenly Leaving Realm foes before? Senior Yang Chen?”

Yang Chen chuckled inwardly, marveling at how his last clash had spread his fame.

He could merely incline his head. “That’s right.”

“We’re overjoyed to welcome you, sir. Do come in.” The pair of Boundaryless cultivators buzzed with unease now. Yang Chen’s name had them rattled beyond composure.

The two guided Yang Chen deeper into Heavenly Melody Mountain.

Exchanging warm banter and chuckles, the Boundaryless cultivators ushered Yang Chen into a refined chamber blooming with allure and scent.

“Senior Yang Chen, kindly wait here a bit. Elder Qian will see you soon,” the two Boundaryless cultivators withdrew hastily.

Yang Chen’s wait was brief before a silver-haired figure in gleaming golden armor hurried toward him from afar.

“Brother Yang Chen, your reputation precedes you!”