The Ye Clan was one of the Five Great Clans of the Pill Tower. However, in recent years, they had failed to produce any notable alchemists.
If no one from the Ye Clan could rank in the top three of the Five Great Clans' alchemist examination, they would lose the protection of the Central Plains' Pill Tower.
In the original storyline, Ye Xinlan met Xiao Yan at Jia Nan Academy and, in desperation, offered him intelligence on the Three Thousand Burning Flame in exchange for his help.
But now, with the arrival of Zhou Yi, the Ye Clan saw another path.
As long as Ye Xinlan could marry Zhou Yi, the protection of the Pill Tower would no longer be necessary—because Zhou Yi's influence had already surpassed the Tower itself.
Ye Xinlan was dressed in a light blue gown. Her beauty was undeniable, and her exquisite figure, wrapped in delicate fabric, accentuated a breathtakingly alluring silhouette.
As an alchemist, Ye Xinlan exuded an air of cold indifference, keeping people at a distance. At first glance, it was clear she was a proud and aloof woman.
Women like her were often the hardest to conquer.
To ordinary men, she was someone to admire from afar, but never to covet.
However, in the face of Zhou Yi—
Ye Xinlan had no pride to uphold. Zhou Yi's abilities defied the heavens, and his alchemical skills were unparalleled.
Before him, she had no grounds for arrogance.
A man who was handsome, immensely powerful, and an exceptional alchemist—how could Ye Xinlan not be drawn to him? Especially when he could save her clan from impending crisis.
Following Ye Xinlan and Ye Zhong, Hu Qian and Hu Jia arrived.
Hu Qian, an old Dou Huang, was not worth mentioning.
But Hu Jia, dressed in a striking red outfit, had a figure as alluring as a flame. At Jia Nan Academy, she was infamously known as a seductress—and she liked women.
Or rather, she liked both men and women.
For those eager to offer their daughters to Zhou Yi, he merely assessed their beauty. If they matched his tastes, he welcomed them without hesitation.
Even someone like Liu Fei, a woman driven by vanity, did not bother him.
After all, vanity was a natural human trait.
Who could claim to be truly flawless?
Besides, once a woman entered his household, Zhou Yi had no fear of any disobedience. If he couldn't even handle his own women, then he would be nothing but a failure.
Perhaps spurred by the presence of Feng Qing'er, the number of women seeking to marry Zhou Yi had grown exponentially.
After Han Yue, Han Xue, Ye Xinlan, and Hu Jia, even Liu Fei, Xue Ni, Instructor Ruo Ling, Tang Huo'er, and Lu Man arrived.
Liu Fei, Xue Ni, and Instructor Ruo Ling were all from Jia Nan Academy.
Among them, the one who left the strongest impression on Zhou Yi was Instructor Ruo Ling.
She had a delicate, enchanting face, adorned with a gentle smile. Her soft, flowing gaze toward Zhou Yi felt like a clear stream washing over one's heart—warm and mesmerizing.
She was also the eldest among them, in her twenties, with a voluptuous yet elegant figure that radiated a mature charm refined by the passage of time.
That innate allure was something young girls like Liu Fei and Xue Ni could never match.
Instructor Ruo Ling embodied the phrase "a woman is like water" in its most poetic sense.
Though her beauty was not otherworldly, the tenderness in her aura was utterly captivating, making one feel as if they could melt into her embrace.
If the timing had been right, Zhou Yi would have been tempted to see if he could truly be drowned in that ocean of softness.
As for Tang Huo'er and Lu Man—the former was the daughter of Tang Zhen, the Valley Master of Blazing Flame Valley, while the latter was an elder of the Heavenly Serpent Mansion, a powerful Dou Emperor.
To avoid unnecessary complications, Zhou Yi decided to marry them all at once.
The wedding was set for three months later.
None of them objected; they all returned to make preparations.
When the news spread, an uproar followed.
"My god, Master Zhou is getting married—again! And this time, to nine women at once!"
"Han Yue, Han Xue, Ye Xinlan, Hu Jia, Liu Fei, Xue Ni, Instructor Ruo Ling, Tang Huo'er, Lu Man… I just realized that more than half of them are from Jia Nan Academy!"
"So what? There are teachers, students—makes sense they'd be the majority!"
"I think Instructor Ruo Ling is the most enchanting. Her gentleness is simply intoxicating!"
"Intoxicating? Doesn't matter unless you're planning to steal the bride!"
"The last guy who tried that was wiped out—along with his entire clan!!"
Discussions erupted everywhere. The destruction of the Soul Clan had long spread among the guests at Zhou Manor.
Only now did they realize that, during Zhou Yi's journey to fetch his brides, he had annihilated an entire faction.
A rage fueled by love.
With a single strike, he had obliterated an entire minor world—along with countless Dou Emperors and Dou Ancestors, their numbers exceeding a million.
Admiration was mixed with fear.
Although Master Zhou seemed easygoing on the surface, he was, in truth, a peerless and unrivaled force.
The wrath of a supreme being could drown the world in blood.
Zhou Manor – Inner Courtyard.
"Instructor Ruo Ling, Xue Ni, this is wonderful! We'll never have to be apart again!"
Xiao Yu threw herself into Instructor Ruo Ling's arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Though Ruo Ling's figure appeared delicate, it was neither frail nor overly plump—just the perfect balance of softness and grace.
"Hehe, Yu'er, you're already a wife and mother now, yet you're still so reckless?"
Holding Xiao Yu in her arms, Instructor Ruo Ling gently patted her smooth back, her eyes filled with warmth.
"It's all your fault for being too gentle!"
Xiao Yu playfully bit Ruo Ling's delicate ear and whispered teasingly, "You're becoming more and more tender. At this rate, when you finally enter our husband's home, he'll be completely ensnared by your softness."
"You!"
A faint blush spread across Instructor Ruo Ling's face as she shook her head in exasperation, affectionately patting Xiao Yu's head.
Just then, Xue Ni darted over and pinched Xiao Yu's side, giggling.
"Yu'er, you've grown a lot! Looks like your little one hasn't gone hungry!"
"Go away!"
Xiao Yu swatted Xue Ni's hand away, her cheeks flushed.
Indeed, her child hadn't gone hungry.
But everything of hers had been devoured by a certain mischievous troublemaker.
The courtyard was filled with laughter and chatter.
Zhou Yi did not disturb them.
Instead, he took out a Beauty Mission Card.
[Location: The Snowy World (Sword Snow Stride) – Grand Snowy Plateau, Gu Niu Ridge]
[Mission: The Violet-Clad Goddess, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, is being coveted by her clan's patriarch, Xuanyuan Dapan. Her father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, has lived a life of disgrace—even his wife was taken as a cultivation furnace by the patriarch. Now, to protect his daughter, he makes a desperate stand, challenging Gu Niu Ridge alone. Xuanyuan Qingfeng is moved yet helpless. If anyone can save her father, she is willing to give anything in return. Hero, go forth! Give the Violet-Clad Goddess a home.]
Zhou Yi stepped forward, entering the portal.
He vanished without a trace.
...
The Snowy World – Huishan, Grand Snowy Plateau, Gu Niu Ridge
This was the secluded domain of Xuanyuan Dapan, the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Clan.
Amidst the vast snowy expanse, a scholar-like man, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, walked calmly against the wind, his robes fluttering.
After twenty years of silent endurance, his moment of defiance had finally arrived.
At the edge of the plateau, he stopped, staring at the towering figure before him.
"I've finally arrived."
That figure stood tall and imposing.
It was an elder who had mastered the art of preserving his youth. Though he had been fully gray-haired two decades ago, his temples had now returned to a deep black. He stood solemnly at the entrance of the Ox Descend Manor, exuding a presence akin to an unyielding guardian, his aura vast and overwhelming.
The sole patriarch of the Xuanyuan Clan in Huishan, a man who had ruled with absolute authority for an entire lifetime, fixed his piercing gaze upon him. His voice, deep as a resounding bell, echoed through the air.
"Jingcheng, in all your years of study, have you ever read until your soul resonated with the heavens and earth?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's expression remained steady, his voice calm as still water.
"Whether the heavens acknowledge me—let us put it to the test."
The elder, who had spent sixty years as the supreme authority of the Xuanyuan Clan and had, for the last twenty, retreated into the simplicity of nature, suddenly let out a bold, thunderous laugh.
"Then let me see if you, disgraceful descendant, can withstand a hundred of my strikes!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng raised a hand, assuming a stance.
It was beyond words—sublime and profound.
In an instant, dark clouds churned in the sky like a descending dragon, spiraling into a violent tempest.
"I shall shake Kunlun itself."
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