Journey to become a God

Ye Chen preferred to fly back to his hotel since he had already paid for his stay until the following Sunday. For now, he intended to remain there.

As Ye Chen soared through the sky, he noticed a battle unfolding below. Three cultivators were engaged in combat—one was seriously injured, while the other two bore wounds across their bodies.

Curious about the state of cultivation on this Earth, Ye Chen decided to descend and observe the battle. He sensed that all three individuals were at the early stages of the Spirit Formation Realm. Judging by their appearance, they were over fifty years old and had only recently stepped into this level of cultivation.

The clash of weapons echoed through the air. Two of the fighters wielded machetes, while the injured man fought with a pair of iron fist gloves.

"Li Sunhe, your death is imminent!" one of the machete-wielding men sneered.

"Big Brother, stop wasting time. Finish him off so we can take everything he has," the other added.

It was clear that this was an unfair fight—two against one. The injured man, Li Sunhe, clenched his fists in anger.

"You traitors! You said we would work together, yet now you're trying to kill me!" Li Sunhe roared.

The older of the two attackers chuckled. "Indeed, we did work together to explore the ancient ruins, but the place was too dangerous. We lost one of our brothers and gained nothing."

"So," he continued, "we decided to take whatever you found. When we return to the Sect, no one will punish us for failure."

"You scoundrels from the Dragon Machete Sect!" Li Sunhe spat. He had acquired some valuable pills from the ruins, but his companion and teacher had died in the process. He refused to let their sacrifice be in vain.

Despite his injuries, Li Sunhe struggled to stand, his legs trembling. He raised his iron fist gloves, determined to fight to the death.

Ye Chen, who had been listening to their exchange, now understood the situation. The two men from the Dragon Machete Sect were attempting to steal Li Sunhe's treasures. He detested treachery, so he retrieved a mask from his storage ring, put it on, and descended toward Li Sunhe.

As the fight was about to resume, an object fell from the sky, stirring up a dense cloud of dust. When the dust settled, a masked figure stood before them.

"Who are you?" one of the Dragon Machete Sect members demanded.

"Just a wanderer who happened to witness an injustice. I couldn't ignore it," Ye Chen replied calmly.

The two men scrutinized him. They couldn't sense any energy from his body, leading them to believe he was weak.

"Big Brother, he must be using a device to conceal his strength," one whispered.

"You're right. A powerful artifact like that could fetch a high price," the older one grinned. "Looks like we've stumbled upon an even bigger prize."

Ye Chen sighed. "I'm giving you a chance. Leave now and never repeat this, or face the consequences."

The two men laughed. "You think you can scare us with that bluff? You must be weaker than us if you're hiding behind a mask."

One of them raised his machete. "Since you want to protect Li Sunhe, you can die with him!"

Both men lunged at Ye Chen, their machetes slicing toward him.

Slash!

Their blades struck Ye Chen's shoulder—but nothing happened.

The two men stared in shock. Ye Chen stood unharmed, as if their weapons had merely brushed against air.

Ye Chen exhaled, releasing a powerful aura that spread over several meters. The overwhelming pressure forced the two men to their knees, coughing up blood.

Terror replaced their arrogance. They had provoked someone far beyond their comprehension.

"Elder! Please spare us! We won't do this again!" they pleaded.

"I gave you two chances to leave. You refused." Ye Chen extended his palm and struck both of them in the chest, sending them flying tens of meters. Blood spurted from their mouths as they collapsed, unconscious.

He hadn't killed them but had destroyed their cultivation, reducing them to ordinary mortals.

Ye Chen then turned to Li Sunhe and handed him a pill. "Take this."

Li Sunhe hesitated but, seeing no hostility from the masked man, swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, his energy returned, and the pain faded, though his wounds remained.

Ye Chen observed him carefully. He needed information about the cultivators in this country—their Sects, their strengths, and their influence.

"Tell me everything you know," Ye Chen said, his voice calm yet firm.