After hearing that Xiao Yi can actually cure Serenya, Zaiken steps forward and questions sharply:
"If you can fix her, then why haven't you?"
Xiao Yi smirks and replies coldly:
"And why should I? I didn't come here to build a family. I came to find powerful slaves. I'm not going to waste my abilities on someone who can't offer anything useful."
Zaiken clenches his fist and lowers his head. Then he speaks from the heart:
"If you save Serenya… then we'll all become your slaves."
Xiao Yi gives a sharp but elegant smile.
"Now that is a good deal. But what you said… that you're ready to do it — are you sure? I don't think anyone here would risk their life for this girl."
Suddenly, a man's voice cuts through the silence:
"Maybe I don't know how many people would step into this madness… but I know one thing: if Zaiken is willing to give up everything for her, then why should I question it? He was the one who saved us each time. So now, it's our turn to stand with him."
Azenor steps forward beside him.
"You're absolutely right."
Then Eliara comes forward with her children, nodding.
"Count us in."
One by one, all of them begin to speak.
"Yes. I'm Tharion — if you heal Serenya, I'll devote my life to serving you."
Zaiken's eyes fill with tears. He can't hold it in anymore, and he begins to cry.
"Azenor… Tharion… Eliara… thank you."
Azenor hugs him tightly.
"Don't cry. You're a man — and you've already done enough. Leave the rest to us."
But then, just as the moment softens, a voice cuts through again — Xiao Yi's.
With her usual cold sarcasm, she says:
"Ugh… I've picked up the burden of all you fools. So let's get this over with. Time to fix the damn girl."
Everyone falls silent as Xiao Yi focuses. Her presence shifts, her body glowing with power as she separates her magic energy from her cultivation flow. She opens a pouch near her waist, takes out a refined herb, and processes it into a sticky liquid.
She holds Serenya carefully, lifts her head, and pours the liquid into her mouth. Then she places a finger on Serenya's forehead, scans her entire body, and begins unlocking each spiritual point one by one.
Her hands come together. A large cultivation circle appears between her palms. She strikes the circle into Serenya's chest.
Immediately, the nearby spiritual energy begins flowing into Serenya.
Xiao Yi presses her palm over Serenya's chest once more — and her cultivation base starts forming. Suddenly, a powerful light bursts out of Serenya's body, and she begins floating mid-air.
Xiao Yi looks up, eyes narrowing.
"A spirit cultivation body… that's rare."
But just then, her expression changes.
"No… this gift is too precious to waste."
She studies Serenya with suspicion.
"I had a feeling her body was once used by a cultivator… but her spirit is pure cultivation-born? Or is she someone the heavens themselves would protect? What kind of girl is this?"
A voice suddenly responds:
"The Daughter of Destiny."
Everyone goes still. Xiao Yi asks:
"Daughter of Destiny? But… this girl—"
Vexa answers before she finishes:
"She was meant to be a future supporter. Perhaps the one you'd never expect. The Daughter of Destiny may not look the part… but she holds power fated to change everything."
Xiao Yi touches her forehead.
"I don't understand any of this."
Vexa softly says:
"That's because she is the son of destiony soulmate."
Xiao Yi's jaw tightens.
"Well, this whole scene is becoming ridiculous."
She steps forward, forms a massive barrier over Serenya, and activates a magical array.
Suddenly, lightning crashes from the sky, directly striking the barrier. Four layers instantly shatter.
"Tch… only six layers left."
Xiao Yi mutters:
"Good thing I enjoy recovery pills. I've already poured half my power into this girl. But she still has to survive the Heavenly Tribulations."
More lightning descends — fiercer, angrier.
Xiao Yi draws her scythe.
A blazing red Frigid Dragon bursts forth, intercepting the next thunderbolt.
Zaiken, watching from a distance, sees a stone near Azenor tremble. The tribulations grow stronger.
In a flash, Zaiken channels his water-based powers, forming a multi-layered barrier over Xiao Yi's.
Xiao Yi feels a strange warmth in her chest.
"...Friend. What are you doing?"
Vexa whispers:
"Don't forget… he's the Son of Chaos."
Xiao Yi nods slowly.
"That's right. Not the Son of Destiny. He was never handed anything. He's fought tooth and nail for every scrap of power."
The final tribulation comes — a colossal bolt, larger than all before it.
Xiao Yi, Zaiken, and the Frigid Dragon combine their forces. The lightning breaks the last layers of barrier but is destroyed in the explosion of light.
And then — silence.
The sky clears. The air calms.
It is done.
Xiao Yi steps forward, picks up Serenya in her arms.
With delicate care, she performs the final Nikah Suthar — a sacred sealing.
Then she raises her dark, shadowy hand, and calls the others forward.
"Now… fulfill your promise."
The four children come to her, smiling, laughing.
Xiao Yi chants an ancient spell. A glowing circle appears above each of them — including Serenya.
Marks appear on their arms, legs, or necks — the seal of eternal servitude.
Xiao Yi smiles darkly:
"From now on… you all belong to me."
ALL BEATS ARE OFF