Dou Qi Continent.
Jia Ma Empire.
Zhou Manor.
A faint smile curved at the corner of Zhou Yi's lips as he gazed down at the woman nestled in his arms—Ling Qingzhu. With a teasing bite on her delicate earlobe, he murmured softly,
"Still angry?"
Ling Qingzhu's fair face flushed crimson, but she ignored him.
Scoundrel.
Did he really think that bullying her like this would erase her anger?
What did he take her for?
"Still mad? Then let's continue!"
"You've had enough!"
Ling Qingzhu's delicate body trembled slightly, unable to suppress her voice.
"Heh."
Zhou Yi chuckled foolishly and tightened his embrace around her soft, fragrant form.
"I'm telling you, good things are meant to be shared. Hoarding them all for yourself isn't good, you know? Besides, you can't finish it alone. Forcing yourself will only hurt your stomach in the end."
"You're calling yourself a 'good thing' now?"
Ling Qingzhu rolled her eyes at him. Who compared themselves to an object like that?
Zhou Yi grinned. "If you think 'good thing' doesn't suit me and 'bad thing' fits better, I'm fine with that too!"
Ling Qingzhu: "…"
She sighed inwardly.
How did she end up with such a man?
It seemed like she was destined to fall into his hands in this lifetime.
"Come, let's continue cultivating the Yin-Yang Creation Technique. We need to get you to the Nirvana Realm as soon as possible and help you overcome the Nirvana Tribulation."
Zhou Yi's tone shifted to one of sincerity.
"Again?"
Ling Qingzhu's watery eyes wavered, her voice carrying a subtle tremor.
…
Time flowed, bit by bit.
The sky gradually darkened.
The golden crow set in the west, and the twilight burned crimson, dyeing the clouds as if they had been set ablaze.
Watching Ling Qingzhu fall into a deep sleep, Zhou Yi quietly slipped away.
Stepping outside, he gazed at the bright moon above and suddenly thought of the poet immortal, Li Bai.
"Moonlight before my bed,
Two pairs of shoes on the floor.
I lift my head to gaze at the moon,
Lower my head to breathe in the lingering fragrance."
As he strolled leisurely through the Zhou Manor's rear courtyard, a thought suddenly crossed his mind—Xuan Su, the head steward of the Thousand Gold Auction House, who had come here with him.
A woman as charming and seductive as Ya Fei.
With that thought…
Zhou Yi realized that Xuan Su and Ya Fei were actually together.
It seemed like they had truly become good sisters.
Sharing even the same bed.
"It's been a while since I visited Ya Fei… Looks like I should go tonight."
Zhou Yi's eyes flickered with a scheming glint.
Of course, it had nothing to do with Xuan Su being there.
Nothing at all.
Ya Fei's Room.
Without a sound, Zhou Yi's figure appeared.
Through the sheer silk curtains, he could make out two alluring silhouettes with breathtaking curves.
Ya Fei.
Xuan Su.
"Fei'er, I came to see you."
As he spoke, Zhou Yi was already in motion, wrapping his arms around "Ya Fei" and pressing a firm kiss on her soft, red lips.
"Mm—?!"
Xuan Su's eyes shot open in shock.
She stared wide-eyed, completely frozen.
I'm not Ya Fei!
She wanted to explain but couldn't even get the words out.
Ya Fei, lying beside her, slowly opened her seductive eyes, rolling them slightly.
What a lousy act.
Even without the lights on, with Zhou Yi's cultivation level, could he really mistake Xuan Su for her?
Not a chance.
Besides, Zhou Yi undoubtedly knew Xuan Su was right beside her. Yet, the first thing he did was grab and kiss "her" without hesitation.
His intentions couldn't have been more obvious.
The wine-lover's desire was not for the wine—it was for Xuan Su.
Ya Fei didn't interfere.
She knew Zhou Yi's tastes well enough.
And it wasn't like Xuan Su was unwilling.
It was only a matter of time.
Xuan Su's face turned scarlet.
After a brief moment of shock, she quickly understood the situation.
Even though Ya Fei was right there beside them…
She was no naive little girl.
Since Zhou Yi wanted her so much, she couldn't help but feel flattered.
Everything fell into place naturally.
One willing to take, one willing to give.
...
The next morning.
The first light of dawn pierced through the dark sky.
The rising sun bathed the heavens and earth in golden light, bringing warmth to all living things.
Zhou Yi looked down at the two breathtaking beauties in his arms—Ya Fei on his left, Xuan Su on his right.
A powerful sense of accomplishment surged within him.
Two queens of gold.
Double the pleasure.
Then, his eyes landed on the notification for Xuan Su's reward.
[Reward: Touch of Midas]
"A divine ability?!"
Zhou Yi was overjoyed.
The Touch of Midas wasn't just about turning stones into gold.
This divine power wasn't meant for making money.
After all, Zhou Yi didn't lack wealth.
Its true purpose was transforming earth and stone into impenetrable metal—perfect for countering earth-element techniques.
For example, if an enemy like Tu Xing Sun tried to burrow underground, Zhou Yi could simply touch the ground, instantly turning it into solid goldstone, rendering the earth-based escape technique useless and trapping them inside.
An incredibly potent ability.
Previously, Ling Qingzhu's reward had been the Supreme Empyrean Induction Art, maxed out, allowing Zhou Yi to sense the Embryo of the Plane.
But Zhou Yi didn't belong to the Martial Universe Plane.
And his current cultivation wasn't strong enough to locate and refine a plane embryo yet, so he hadn't paid much attention to it.
Still, once his strength reached the necessary level, refining it would be worthwhile—an entire lower realm under his control would make for a solid base.
Meanwhile, the Tianxuan Continent had erupted into chaos—because of Zhou Yi.
In the Eastern Profound Region, within the vast and mysterious Dao Domain, one of the eight great super sects of the region—Dao Sect—stood supreme.
Among the towering, mist-shrouded mountains, an elegant woman stood atop a serene peak.
Dressed in black robes, her long figure was poised and graceful.
Her silky black hair was tied with a simple green ribbon, its flowing tips forming a sharp, sword-like arc.
In her jade-like hand, she wielded a slender, azure longsword—her stance exuding an air of unshakable determination.
"Sister!"
A cheerful, melodious voice suddenly rang out.
A vibrant young girl in a red dress came skipping toward her, her bright eyes brimming with excitement.
She was tall for her age, her figure graceful and well-proportioned.
Her hands were particularly striking—long and slender, as flawless as the finest white jade, each finger sculpted with perfect symmetry.
Her name was Ying Huanhuan, the youngest daughter of Dao Sect's leader, Ying Xuanzi.
"Huanhuan?"
Ying Xiaoxiao turned to face her younger sister, her cool voice tinged with curiosity.
"Did you hear? That old rival of yours, Ling Qingzhu, is getting married!"
Ying Huanhuan announced with glee.
Ling Qingzhu was the young palace master of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace, while Ying Xiaoxiao was the eldest daughter of Dao Sect's leader, Ying Xuanzi—essentially the senior disciple of Dao Sect.
Naturally, the two were often compared.
But in truth, Ling Qingzhu's talent surpassed Ying Xiaoxiao's. No matter how hard Ying Xiaoxiao worked, the pressure was always immense.
Originally, Dao Sect had another peerless genius, Zhou Tong, who could shoulder their legacy.
Unfortunately, Zhou Tong had ventured into Yuan Gate and was captured.
Yuan Gate was powerful and domineering, leaving Dao Sect helpless.
With Zhou Tong gone, Ying Xiaoxiao had resolved to carry Dao Sect's reputation on her own, pushing herself to the limit.
But sometimes, effort alone isn't enough.
If hard work could decide everything, what need would there be for talent?
"Ling Qingzhu is getting married?"
Ying Xiaoxiao was stunned. She truly hadn't heard this news.
She had been in seclusion, training relentlessly to surpass Ling Qingzhu, and had only just emerged today.
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