"Palace Master, once we return, I will marry you!"
Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Huang Yueqing, feeling the slight fullness in her lower abdomen, did not reject his proposal.
Although today was only the beginning—
There was no guarantee that she wouldn't end up pregnant.
Moreover, once it happens, it will happen countless times. Even though the stronger one's cultivation, the harder it is to conceive, there is always a possibility.
Even if not for herself, for the sake of her future child, she indeed needed a proper title.
Time flowed by.
Three days later.
Only then did Zhou Yi, fully satisfied, finally leave Huang Yueqing's side.
Now that the crisis of the Abyssal Demons had been completely resolved, and the dimensional rifts fully repaired, there would no longer be any future invasions. The entire Tianxuan Continent was celebrating.
Zhou Yi gazed down upon the entire continent. Having refined the Embryo of the Plane, he had become its master and could oversee the entire world at a glance.
Demon Suppression Prison.
Dark Tower.
At the center of the Dark Tower, the Darkness Master had returned, her slender and graceful figure lazily reclining upon a black throne.
In truth, her injuries had not yet fully healed.
Always willing to lend a helping hand, Zhou Yi naturally could not stand by idly upon seeing that the Darkness Master was still wounded.
With a single step, he arrived within the Dark Tower.
"Supreme One!"
Seeing Zhou Yi, the Darkness Master, clad in a sleek black battle suit, immediately rose to her feet, respectfully bowing.
"Greetings, Supreme One. I did not expect your exalted presence, and I apologize for my lack of proper reception!"
Her long hair cascaded down like silk, her delicate face strikingly exquisite, and her eyes gleamed with a pure black radiance.
"No need for formalities."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly, his presence as gentle as a spring breeze. An unseen force gently lifted the Darkness Master from her bow.
"I happened to pass by, and upon sweeping my gaze over, I noticed that you still bear injuries, so I came to take a look."
"Supreme One's sight is indeed unparalleled. I do still have lingering wounds that have yet to heal completely."
The Darkness Master felt slightly uneasy. After all, this was a being who had surpassed even her revered master, the Symbol Ancestor—an existence akin to a mortal facing the Heavenly Emperor.
Her mind raced, trying to decipher Zhou Yi's true intentions.
Surely, he hadn't come just to heal her wounds?
"Let me take a look."
Zhou Yi reached out and took hold of the Darkness Master's soft, delicate hand. Her slender body trembled slightly, but she soon felt an unfathomable energy flowing into her through her wrist.
"Your injuries were far too severe last time. Relying on your own strength alone, it would take an exceedingly long time to recover."
As he spoke, a dense surge of life energy, brimming with endless vitality, poured into her body. The wounds that had tormented her for a thousand years were effortlessly eradicated.
In that instant—
She felt as though she had been freed from an unbearable burden, a lightness and relief she had never known before.
The injuries she had struggled against for so long—
Yet in Zhou Yi's hands, they were mere trifles.
"Many thanks, Supreme One!"
The Darkness Master quickly bowed in gratitude.
"There's no need to be so formal."
Zhou Yi gently held both of her hands, helping her to her feet. Gazing into her deep, obsidian-like eyes, he said:
"I like you."
Though she had somewhat prepared herself, hearing Zhou Yi's words still left the Darkness Master momentarily stunned, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.
She did not have any particular feelings toward Zhou Yi—
But neither did she dislike him.
Zhou Yi was not only impossibly handsome, but his cultivation was also beyond comprehension, surpassing even her most revered master, the Symbol Ancestor. Moreover, he had saved the Tianxuan Continent...
With such an aura of supremacy, how could she refuse him?
"Supreme One's favor is an honor beyond my worth... I am humbled and flattered—mmph—"
Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yi had already pulled her into his embrace, his lips sealing hers in a deep kiss.
The Darkness Master was still far too nervous.
They had to be open with each other.
That way, future interactions would be free of tension, without any barriers between them.
Her eyes widened in shock, her delicate hands resting against Zhou Yi's neck, her mind blank as she let herself be swept away.
Once again, she found herself reclining upon her black throne.
Soon after—
The Dark Tower, originally used to suppress the Abyssal Demons, trembled as though two particularly unruly demons were struggling within it. The faint echoes of roars and growls reverberated through the Demon Suppression Prison.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
The prison finally fell silent.
The Dark Tower, too, sank into stillness.
At the center of the Dark Tower, atop a black throne suspended in midair, Zhou Yi gently caressed the smooth, jade-like back of the Darkness Master. Holding her within his embrace, he kissed her forehead lightly.
"In a few days, I will marry you."
"To serve the Supreme One is already more than enough for me."
The Darkness Master rested her delicate head against Zhou Yi's chest, her flushed cheeks filled with happiness and contentment.
From ancient times to the present—
She had lived for thousands of years.
Yet today—
She finally felt truly alive.
Something she had never dared to imagine or experience before.
Zhou Yi was equally satisfied.
After spending several days engaging in deep and meaningful exchanges with the Darkness Master within the Dark Tower, he finally left, feeling fully content.
Though both Huang Yueqing and the Darkness Master had been granted immense rewards, they were of little use to Zhou Yi, so he bestowed them upon them instead.
Huang Yueqing's cultivation soared, allowing her to pass a major Reincarnation Tribulation effortlessly.
The Darkness Master advanced even further, now just a step away from the Ancestor Realm. Given enough time to fully absorb the rewards, reaching the Ancestor Realm was inevitable.
Upon leaving the Dark Tower, Zhou Yi did not go far.
Instead, he made his way to the Dark Palace.
The Palace Master of the Dark Palace, Bo Xuan, was also an exceptional beauty, and Zhou Yi intended to have a little chat with her.
"Supreme One!"
Seeing Zhou Yi descend, Bo Xuan was even more shocked and anxious than the Darkness Master, filled with unease.
Though she held great power on the Tianxuan Continent, her status perhaps even higher than Huang Yueqing's, compared to Zhou Yi, the gap was immeasurable.
She feared that she or her subordinates might have offended him in some way.
Fortunately, Zhou Yi had not come to reprimand her, but to make a new friend.
And what better way to begin a deep and lasting friendship—
Than by eliminating all barriers between them?
Bo Xuan was overwhelmed with astonishment.
It was as if an ordinary wealthy girl had suddenly caught the emperor's favor.
"Supreme…"
Resting in Zhou Yi's embrace, Bo Xuan could feel his lingering pain, yet she still found herself lost in a dreamlike daze.
"Don't worry, this isn't a dream. In a while, I'll take you home as my bride."
Zhou Yi tenderly kissed Bo Xuan's fair and delicate face, then bestowed upon her the reward he had gained from her, helping her successfully step into the Reincarnation Realm.
Bo Xuan was deeply moved, tears streaming down her face.
Time flowed like a river.
Zhou Yi lingered in the Tianxuan Continent, his personal garden, for a full half-month before finally returning, fully satisfied, to the Dou Qi Continent.
Indeed.
With power, one could do as they pleased.
Of course.
Zhou Yi wasn't the type to rely on brute force to seize what he wanted.
That would be far beneath him.
With his current status, strength, and charm, even a woman like the Dark Mistress wouldn't refuse him—let alone anyone else.
Within the Zhou Manor.
"Master, you've returned!"
Upon seeing Zhou Yi, Qing Lin, dressed in an elegant light-green robe, rushed forward with delight, her face beaming with joy.
"Qing Lin has grown up."
Zhou Yi looked at her—though her figure still carried a petite air, she had developed in a strikingly mature way, with curves where they should be, slender where they ought to be, her delicate, doll-like features radiating an endearing charm.
Her timid expression, like a frightened little rabbit, stirred a natural sense of protectiveness in one's heart.
"Master, I've been grown up for a long time!"
Qing Lin lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her robe, her voice soft with embarrassment.
"Haha, that's true! Time for you to warm my bed then!"
Zhou Yi teased with a chuckle.
Qing Lin's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her head lowered even further. Beneath her shyness, a ripple of anticipation coursed through her. She had waited for this moment for so long.
Was it finally happening?
"Master!"
Another gentle voice rang out. Xiao Yixian approached gracefully, clad in a flowing white dress. Though her beauty wasn't earth-shattering, she was undoubtedly a rare sight.
Her calm smile carried an air of ethereal purity, a unique charm that greatly elevated her allure.
Especially her delicate waist, slender beyond belief, accentuated by a light-green sash, lending her an aura of frailty and grace seldom seen among women.
"Xiao Yixian, you're here."
Zhou Yi reached out, gently ruffling the heads of both Qing Lin and Xiao Yixian. They were among the earliest companions who had followed him in the Dou Qi Continent.
Back then, they had been young. But now, they had grown.
Zhou Yi sighed inwardly, then, with a playful smirk, lightly patted their pert behinds and said with a laugh:
"I'll be visiting you both tonight!"
"Ah!"
Xiao Yixian and Qing Lin yelped, their faces instantly turning crimson. Like startled rabbits, they dared not meet Zhou Yi's gaze.
"Hahaha!"
Zhou Yi laughed heartily as he strode away, while Qing Lin and Xiao Yixian scurried back to their rooms, hearts pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi arrived at Ling Qingzhu's chambers. Gazing at the elegant curves of the beauty before him, he stepped forward and embraced her from behind.
"You always get up to mischief the moment you return," Ling Qingzhu huffed softly.
Yet she made no move to resist, allowing Zhou Yi to have his way.
As the golden sun set in the west, the silver moon rose in the east.
Night fell in the blink of an eye.
Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, Zhou Yi caressed Ling Qingzhu's smooth, jade-like back. Holding her close, he whispered in her ear:
"Qingzhu, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
Ling Qingzhu's voice was weak, barely above a whisper. Now that the alien demons had been eradicated, there seemed to be no pressing matters left to discuss.
It was probably about Zhou Yi taking another wife.
She had long since grown accustomed to it.
"I'm going to take a wife."
"And?"
Ling Qingzhu barely reacted—just as she had expected. But why was Zhou Yi telling her this specifically?
Could it be that this new bride was a disciple of the Nine Heavens Supreme Palace?
"It's your master."
"...What?"
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