"Zhou Chen… Chen'er…"
Qing Yanjing murmured the name, a sense of inexplicable warmth welling up within her.
"Stop messing around!"
Suddenly, Qing Yanjing's brows twitched. Her beautiful eyes turned to Zhou Yi as she firmly pressed down the mischievous hand attempting to cause trouble.
"I'm not messing around. I just miss Chen'er."
Zhou Yi rested his chin on Qing Yanjing's shoulder and chuckled softly in her ear.
"I just want to see him!"
Qing Yan Jing: "…"
"You big scoundrel… Mmph—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Yi leaned down and kissed her deeply, silencing her protests.
Qing Yan Jing was a Heavenly Supreme, after all.
So…
Zhou Yi had no concerns about harming their future child.
After all, what bad intentions could he possibly have?
He only wanted to check on his son and bring him some supplements, that's all!
While Zhou Yi's true body was enjoying a leisurely time, one of his avatars was tirelessly roaming the world, handling affairs.
The moment he had slain Maha Tian, he had already dispatched an avatar to the Maha Ancient Clan.
After all, if one fails to uproot the weeds, they will grow again with the spring breeze.
Though he had no fear of any revenge from the Maha Clan's survivors…
His descendants and future family members would undoubtedly be many, and to prevent any possibility of retaliation down the line, he had to clean things up thoroughly.
Most importantly, the MahaAncient Clan had a legacy spanning over fifty thousand years. Their hidden foundations were unimaginable, with a treasury full of priceless treasures and resources.
While Zhou Yi himself had no particular need for them, his women, his children, and the growth of his forces all required vast resources.
And there was no way he would leave such wealth for others to take advantage of.
Previously, when he had slain Maha Tian and over thirty other Heavenly Supremes with a single sword strike, he had already collected all their storage treasures.
The Maha Yin-Yang Gourd, which had been shattered in the battle, had now been reforged by another of his avatars.
Though it wasn't as powerful as his Innate Spiritual Treasure, it remained one of the most supreme artifacts in the Great Thousand World, capable of anchoring the fortune of an entire clan.
He had no need for it himself, but keeping it as part of his family's legacy—or gifting it to an exceptional grandchild in the future—seemed like a fine idea.
All in all, wiping out the Maha Ancient Clan had left Zhou Yi with a fortune beyond measure, essentially absorbing their entire foundation into his own.
After all, the fastest way to accumulate wealth in this world… was through plunder.
"Truly, the ancients did not deceive me!"
Zhou Yi exhaled in satisfaction, his mood soaring. He felt immense gratitude toward Maha Tian, who had not only delivered his fiancée to him but had also gifted him an entire treasury.
What a wonderfully generous man!
"You're thinking up another devious scheme, aren't you?"
Qing Yanjing gently caressed her slightly rounded belly as she rested her head on Zhou Yi's chest. Seeing the sly smile on his face, she immediately knew he was up to no good.
"What devious scheme? What could I possibly be plotting?"
Zhou Yi smiled, feigning innocence.
"I'm an upright and proper man!"
"…"
Qing Yanjing rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you even believe that yourself?"
Zhou Yi chuckled. He had never claimed to be a good person—nor did he see himself as particularly virtuous.
And he certainly wouldn't pretend to be some chaste and noble Young Master Zhou.
"Alright, you focus on resting. I won't disturb you any longer!"
Zhou Yi gave her a playful pinch on the waist, kissed her soft lips, and laughed.
"Get lost!"
Qing Yanjing shot him a glare, knowing full well that he was about to run off to find another woman.
"Got it!"
Zhou Yi grinned as he turned and left.
If he stayed any longer, there was no way Qing Yanjing would be able to get any rest.
After all, he simply couldn't keep himself in check.
Watching him leave, Qing Yanjing sighed, got up, freshened herself up, and finally lay back down to rest.
Zhou Yi wandered through Heavenly Palace, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
Two stunning beauties entered his sight.
Both women wore black robes, their figures graceful yet full. Their faces were delicate and beautiful, completely identical—except for one striking difference.
One had a chilling, unmelting frostiness about her, while the other appeared frail and delicate.
They were none other than the former direct-line Three Commanders of the Great Havenlaw Army under Mandala—Bing Qing and Bing Xin.
"Heavenly Sovereign!"
Upon seeing Zhou Yi, the two bowed respectfully.
"No need for such formalities!"
Zhou Yi reached out, gently taking their soft hands. The women instinctively tried to pull away but found themselves unable to do so.
"I can see that your talents are exceptional, yet you both lack a proper opportunity."
With a smile as warm as a spring breeze, Zhou Yi said gently,
"Come, let me show you something precious—it will help you grow stronger."
Bing Qing and Bing Xin hesitated for a brief moment before ultimately offering no resistance, allowing Zhou Yi to lead them toward the palace chambers.
Bing Xin's delicate face flushed red.
As former commanders of the Great Havenlaw Army, they were no fools.
How could they not understand Zhou Yi's intentions?
But… he was hard to refuse.
So powerful.
And so handsome.
That one sword strike that had slain Maha Tian, standing at the very peak of the Great Thousand World… What woman wouldn't be enchanted?
Inside the chamber, Zhou Yi wrapped his arms around their slender waists, pulling them into his embrace.
As he inhaled their unique feminine scent, he felt utterly refreshed.
"Heavenly Sovereign…"
The two stiffened, hesitating to speak.
After all, they didn't really know Zhou Yi that well.
But that didn't matter.
All relationships start from unfamiliarity.
Between men and women, there was always only one type of relationship.
Concepts like "just friends" or "pure friendships" were nothing more than wishful thinking—someone too timid to act on their desires.
Deep down, everyone knew the truth.
Zhou Yi had walked from Douluo Continent all the way to the peak of power, developing many formidable abilities along the way.
The Lingxi Finger, the Twin-Finger Cavern Technique…
Most notably, his hands had truly mastered the art of rejuvenation.
No one could resist.
Certainly not Bing Qing or Bing Xin.
Within moments, the two were conquered, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.
Their rewards were nothing particularly extravagant.
But for them, the benefits were immense—enough to elevate them directly to the rank of Earthly Supreme in a short span of time.
Naturally, Zhou Yi bestowed the rewards upon them.
After all…
Wealth taken from the people should be used for the people.
"So? Do you like it?"
Zhou Yi looked at Bing Qing and Bing Xin, smiling as he asked.
"Thank you, Heavenly Sovereign!"
The two were deeply moved. If left to their own efforts, they might never have reached the rank of Earthly Supreme, or at the very least, it would have taken an unimaginable amount of time.
Yet, the treasures Zhou Yi gifted them were enough to help them break through within half a year.
"From now on, you are mine. There's no need for formality with me."
Zhou Yi gently wiped the lingering tears from the corners of their eyes. His gaze drifted slightly to their subtly rounded abdomens. After spending some time with them, he left, satisfied.
"Sister, how do you feel?"
As Zhou Yi departed, Bing Xin moved closer to her elder sister, whispering.
"The Heavenly Sovereign is… too powerful."
Bing Qing spoke coldly, a flicker of complexity in her eyes. For a moment, she had thought she might not make it through.
Leaving them behind, Zhou Yi made his way to Tang Bing and Tang Rou, a pair of sisters from Jiu You.
Much like Bing Qing and Bing Xin, their personalities carried a similar temperament. Back when Zhou Yi first arrived at the Nine Nether Palace, he had gifted them some elixirs and supreme spiritual essence, aiding their advancement to the Supreme rank.
Having always held a favorable impression of him—
It was only natural that they, too, would yield to his presence.
Zhou Yi granted them another round of invaluable rewards, further elevating their cultivation.
With a lighthearted sigh, he left their side, feeling immensely pleased.
Two pairs of sisters.
A truly gratifying experience.
Just as he adjusted his robe, he suddenly sensed a surge of hostility. Looking up, he saw Jiu You and Mandala approaching with an air of cold fury.
"I knew it!"
Jiu You sneered. "Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its own burrow, yet you—of all people—seem to prefer it!"
They had just come from seeing Bing Qing and Bing Xin, fully aware of what had transpired.
"Why let good fortune go to outsiders?"
Zhou Yi grinned before taking a swift step forward. With practiced ease, he lifted both Jiu You and Mandala onto his shoulders.
"Come, let me make it up to you two."
"You scoundrel!"
"Let go of me!"
Mandala struggled against him, her small fists pounding against his chest—though it had no effect whatsoever. Instead, it only seemed to amuse him further.
As the days passed, one after another, the consequences of Zhou Yi's presence began to manifest.
Jiu You, Liu Baihua, Xian Hu, Mandala, and Huo Meier—each of them now carried a connection to him.
Meanwhile, Qing Yanjing's condition had become even more pronounced.
The Ancient Buddha Clan, upon learning that Qing Yanjing was expecting—and that it was a son—was overjoyed.
After all, this could be considered Zhou Yi's firstborn.
With the recent downfall of the Maha Clan, Zhou Yi had solidified his place in the world, his name now whispered as a contender for the title of the strongest in the Great Thousand World.
As his firstborn, the child's future was bound to be filled with boundless opportunities.
For the Ancient Buddha Clan, this was nothing short of a great fortune.
Qing Yanjing's elder sister also arrived at the Heavenly Palace to care for her.
"Sister, that man is utterly insatiable. You must be careful. If he dares to trouble you, just call for me!"
Qing Yanjing warned her earnestly.
She knew Zhou Yi's nature all too well.
"Don't worry, I understand."
Qing Xuan merely smiled.
As night fell and the stars shone like silver across the sky, Qing Xuan stood alone atop a high tower, gazing out at the vast landscape beyond.
The Heavenly Palace stood tall, floating in the sky.
From this vantage point, the boundless expanse of the Skylaw Continent stretched endlessly below.
And then—
A sudden tremor ran through her body as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind.
"Ah!"
She gasped, preparing to resist, but before she could act, a familiar voice whispered at her ear:
"Xuan'er, it's me."
His breath, warm against her skin, caused the strength she had just gathered to dissolve completely. She squirmed slightly, protesting:
"Heavenly Sovereign… release me."
"Didn't I tell you before about my expertise?"
His voice remained low, carrying a hint of mischief.
"Last time, we were interrupted by Qing'er. But tonight… the stars shine bright, and the moon is full. Allow me to show you—properly."
"I… I don't want to know!"
Qing Xuan's fingers grasped tightly at the hands that refused to let her go, her voice flustered.
"I… I can't betray Qing'er!"
"Now, now, don't say it like that."
Zhou Yi chuckled, his touch deliberate yet gentle. Holding her firmly, he whispered against her skin:
"Xuan'er, you wouldn't want to be apart from Qing'er, would you?"
"From now on, you two will always be together—forever."
"No… no, this isn't right… we can't…"
"Shhh… keep your voice down. You wouldn't want Qing'er to hear, would you?"
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