"Blood of a Divine Beast, a Phoenix, surpassing even a Dou God?"
"In the Dou Qi Continent, the highest realm is Dou God. I never expected Zhou Yi to possess something like this—and to gift it to Feng Qing'er, no less. He must truly be from that 'Great Thousand World' he mentioned…"
Gu Xun'er's mind raced as she gazed at Feng Qing'er, who had ascended to the rank of Dou Venerate in an instant. She was now dazzling, noble, and exuding an air of maturity and seductiveness. A touch of envy flickered in Gu Xun'er's eyes.
It really was a leap to the heavens.
Even someone as well-traveled and knowledgeable as Gu Xun'er, the young mistress of the ancient Gu Clan, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Let alone the others.
Isn't there a saying? A man who is willing to spend money on a woman is the most attractive.
And Zhou Yi had just given Feng Qing'er the blood of a Divine Beast—an item of immeasurable value. If this were his past life, it would be like a billionaire casually handing his newlywed wife trillions in wealth, if not more.
What woman wouldn't go crazy over that?
In the crowd, a young woman dressed in a luxurious snow fox fur dress stared at Feng Qing'er—who now commanded the admiration of countless onlookers. A deep longing shone in her eyes.
She had a delicate oval face, cherry lips, willow-like brows, and bright, expressive eyes—every feature blending into a breathtaking beauty.
She, too, was surrounded by a group of devoted admirers.
But Liu Fei had never spared those men a second glance. Her heart had always belonged to one person—a domineering, unparalleled figure.
Her cousin, Liu Qing.
She once believed he was the strongest man in the world. Even though his cultivation wasn't the highest yet, she had no doubt he would one day become a supreme powerhouse.
But after witnessing Zhou Yi, and seeing Feng Qing'er rise from a Dou Emperor to a Dou Venerate in one leap, her beliefs wavered.
The cousin she once thought was born with unrivaled talent—compared to Zhou Yi—was nothing.
Even marrying Liu Qing as his wife wouldn't be as good as being Zhou Yi's concubine.
Perhaps this was what they meant by: "Better to be a hero's concubine than a mediocre man's wife."
"If only I could marry Master Zhou…"
As she thought of Zhou Yi's peerless looks and transcendent aura, and how Feng Qing'er and the others basked in his endless glory, Liu Fei's heart pounded wildly. Her fair cheeks flushed a deep red.
Her legs instinctively squeezed together.
Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to excuse herself.
"Fei'er, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
A tall young man behind her, his face full of concern, stepped forward.
It was Lei Na, one of Liu Fei's many admirers.
"I'm fine."
Liu Fei clenched her thighs tighter, maintaining her cold, distant expression as she replied in an aloof tone.
She would never tell Lei Na that she was… burning up inside.
Only Master Zhou's divine hands could cure her now.
Lei Na, however, was unfazed.
Goddesses are meant to be untouchable, after all.
Meanwhile.
In a secluded corner of the grand plaza, a middle-aged man turned to the two beautiful young women beside him, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
"Yue'er, Xue'er, what do you think of Master Zhou?"
The elder of the two, Yue'er, stood tall in a flowing silver dress. Her delicate face bore a hint of sharpness, yet her features were undeniably stunning.
Her fair skin was like snow, and her willow-like brows framed her serene, picturesque eyes. But what set her apart the most—her waist-length, silver hair.
Paired with her silver robes, she emanated a cold, untouchable aura, like a goddess high above mortal reach.
She was Han Yue, an Inner Academy disciple of Jia Nan Academy, and the daughter of Han Chi of the Han Clan in the Northern Territory of Central Plains.
Beside her stood her younger sister, Han Xue, who bore a striking resemblance.
Her features were equally refined—delicate brows, snowy-white skin, and a tall, graceful figure. She wore a purple robe, and beneath its fabric, her voluptuous curves hinted at an allure hard to ignore.
The only flaw—her face held a touch of coldness and severity, her gaze sharp and calculating.
When they heard their father's question, the cold and composed expressions of both sisters immediately softened. A faint blush crept across their faces as they lowered their heads.
"Master Zhou is… extraordinary."
They knew exactly what their father meant.
The Han Clan was in deep trouble. Their enemies, the experts of the Wind Lightning Pavilion, had been relentless in their attacks.
Now that Feng Qing'er had married Zhou Yi, the Wind Lightning Pavilion's power had surged overnight. Their status had skyrocketed.
Meanwhile, the Han Clan, who had long been at odds with the Wind Lightning Pavilion, was facing imminent destruction.
If they didn't find a way out, their entire clan would be wiped out.
And their best chance at survival?
Clinging to Zhou Yi.
Not only was he unfathomably powerful, but he also had a weakness for beautiful women.
Which made it all the easier to secure his favor.
Han Yue and Han Xue were both stunning, rare beauties—and sisters at that. Their chances of catching Zhou Yi's attention were exceptionally high.
Besides, Zhou Yi treated his women well.
Wasn't it obvious? Even Ya Fei and Xiao Yu, who were once insignificant cultivators, had soared to unimaginable heights after following him.
As long as they could marry Zhou Yi, not only would the Han Clan's crisis be resolved, but they might even rise to new heights.
"Time is short. I will take you to see Master Zhou later. Make sure you leave a good impression. The fate of our Han Clan depends on it."
Han Chi's voice was solemn. He didn't want to sell his daughters for power, but reality left him no choice.
Besides—
Zhou Yi, despite his countless wives, was the ideal husband for Han Yue and Han Xue.
Meanwhile, back at Zhou Yi's residence.
Feng Qing'er had retreated to the inner chambers to familiarize herself with her newfound Dou Venerate powers.
Just as Zhou Yi was about to relax, he received a message.
Han Chi had brought his daughters to seek an audience with him.
Ordinary visitors?
Zhou Yi wouldn't even bother to meet them. After all, too many people wished to see him.
But if they brought their daughters… well, that was a different matter.
"Han Chi of the Han Clan, together with his daughters, Han Yue and Han Xue, respectfully request an audience with Master Zhou."
Han Chi's voice was reverent, his expression full of anxiety.
After all, Zhou Yi was a being capable of wiping out the Soul Hall with a flick of his hand. One word from him could erase the entire Han Clan from existence.
"There's no need for formalities."
Zhou Yi made a casual gesture, and an invisible force gently lifted the three of them to their feet.
He had some impression of Han Yue and Han Xue—they were, after all, important supporting characters in Xiao Yan's story.
His gaze fell upon Han Yue, her silver hair and icy aura immediately reminding him of his wife Xue Mei.
"I wonder… is all of Han Yue's hair silver?"
A peculiar thought crossed Zhou Yi's mind.
Just then—
A soft voice interrupted his musings.
"Master, the Ye Clan's Grand Elder, Ye Zhong, has arrived with his granddaughter, Ye Xinlan."
Before he could respond, another voice followed.
"Young Master, Vice Dean Hu Qian of Jia Nan Academy has also arrived… with his granddaughter, Hu Jia."
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