"Shh, keep your voice down. You wouldn't want Qing'er to hear, would you?"
Hearing this, Qing Xuan trembled, her eyes full of conflict.
The next moment—
"You... ah..."
Qing Xuan's beautiful eyes widened as she suddenly lifted her delicate jade hand, biting the back of it gently.
"Xuan'er, you're truly beautiful!"
Zhou Yi grasped Qing Xuan tightly, kissing her cheeks and earlobes while inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
Qing Xuan bit her hand, saying nothing.
Soon—
She couldn't help but tilt her elegant neck back, her flowing hair dancing in the air.
"Qing'er, I'm sorry..."
The last shred of guilt in Qing Xuan's heart dissipated under Zhou Yi's relentless passion, leaving her mind blank, unable to think any further.
The night was as gentle as water, and the pavilion at the lake's center grew even more romantic.
Ripples spread across the water, the moon's reflection shifting with the waves. Occasionally, flood dragons leapt from the depths, stirring up crashing waves that struck the lake's shore, composing a mesmerizing melody.
"You scoundrel!"
In the distant pavilion, a graceful and dignified figure stood with quiet composure, gazing towards Zhou Yi and Qing Xuan.
Moonlight bathed her, illuminating her noble and stunning face.
Who else could it be but Qing Yanjing?
She had noticed Qing Xuan hadn't returned and immediately suspected that Zhou Yi had taken her away.
And sure enough—
She had fallen into Zhou Yi's clutches after all.
"Hmph, be gentle with my sister!"
Qing Yanjing shot a cold glare at Zhou Yi.
She knew that the moment she saw Zhou Yi, he must have already sensed her presence.
If Zhou Yi hadn't wanted her to see, then even if she had guessed it, she wouldn't have been able to find them or witness anything.
Zhou Yi turned back with a smile, giving her a reassuring look.
Though Qing Xuan was a Heavenly Supreme, this was not her domain. The formations within the Heavenly Palace were layered and intricate, so she naturally hadn't noticed Qing Yanjing.
Besides, at this moment, overwhelmed by Zhou Yi's advances, she had no attention to spare for anything else.
Qing Yanjing shot him a warning glance before turning away.
After all, she couldn't just rush in—
That would be too humiliating for Qing Xuan.
Zhou Yi, being as shameless as ever, wouldn't have cared.
Sensing Qing Yanjing's departure, Zhou Yi let go of all restraint, savoring the soft fragrance of Qing Xuan and relishing in her delicate beauty.
As the saying goes:
"When golden breeze and jade dew meet, it surpasses all earthly encounters."
The night flowed like water, stars glimmered in the sky, and the bright moon shyly hid behind the clouds, as if covering its blushing eyes.
The long night was endless, yet extraordinarily romantic.
As the Jade Rabbit set in the west and the Golden Crow rose in the east,
A sliver of dawn tore through the darkness, spreading its radiance across the world, illuminating the land—
And casting its glow upon Qing Xuan's delicate, flushed cheeks.
At the corner of her eyes, faint traces of tears remained, making her appear fragile and endearing.
Zhou Yi gazed at her for a moment before chuckling softly, gently stroking her smooth cheek.
As the saying goes—
"A woman is a bottomless well of expenses—no fortune can withstand her, no wealth is ever enough."
Zhou Yi had completely exhausted all the wealth he had accumulated on her, leaving not a single coin behind.
Yet, being penniless felt liberating.
Though his pockets were empty, his heart was content, his eyes gleaming with the light of a sage—
Devoid of sorrow or joy, without desires, one attains true strength.
The next second—
Zhou Yi's eyes lit up with joy as Qing Xuan's reward exploded beyond expectations.
[Reward: Golden Flood Dragon Shears]
Golden Flood Dragon Shears—A top-grade innate spiritual treasure. This pair of shears is formed from two flood dragons, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth and the radiance of sun and moon.
Once released, it moves freely through the air, enveloped in auspicious clouds. Its twin dragon heads meet like scissor blades, their tails intertwined like a handle.
When unleashed, its power is unrivaled—once it snaps shut, all before it is severed in two, unstoppable and absolute.
"What a treasure!"
Zhou Yi rejoiced upon seeing this divine artifact.
The Golden Flood Dragon Shears were formed from a pair of flood dragons. Could it be that his recent indulgence in twin beauties triggered this massive reward surge?
It wouldn't be unreasonable to think so—
Bing Qing and Bing Xin.
Tang Bing and Tang Rou.
Qing Yanjing and Qing Xuan.
Slurp!
Qing Xuan's long, delicate eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, only to find Zhou Yi gazing down at her. Their eyes met.
For three seconds, they stared at each other before Qing Xuan shyly lowered her gaze.
As she calmed down,
She felt uncertain, even though it was common in this era for sisters to marry the same man, she still felt guilty towards Qing Yan Jing.
"Don't worry, Qing'er already knew last night!"
Zhou Yi placed a gentle kiss on her rosy lips, then picked her up, heading toward the inner chamber.
"Ah!"
Qing Xuan's eyes widened, not knowing whether she was more shocked by Zhou Yi's words or his actions.
"Put me down!"
"It's fine—no one will see us on this path."
Zhou Yi chuckled as he carried her along, reluctant to leave the place.
Back in the room—
Zhou Yi set Qing Xuan down and naturally pulled her into his embrace.
Qing Xuan looked down at her slightly swollen belly and hesitantly asked,
"Will I...?"
"Don't worry!"
Zhou Yi hugged her tenderly. "If you're pregnant, we'll keep the child. I'll propose to you right away and make you my wife."
"Mm!"
Qing Xuan shyly nodded. Since Zhou Yi had already taken everything from her, she wouldn't act coy or refuse.
After another moment of intimate warmth, Zhou Yi began arranging his next wedding.
This time—
He would marry six brides:
Qing Xuan from the Ancient Buddha Clan,
Tang Qiu, the headmistress of Myriad Phoenix Spiritual Academy,
Bing Qing, Bing Xin, Tang Bing, and Tang Rou.
Exactly six—
Just like last time.
Zhou Yi's two avatars set out separately—one to the Ancient Buddha Clan, the other to the Wen Family, as Tang Qiu's backers were from the Wen Family.
Soon enough—
News of Zhou Yi's upcoming marriage spread rapidly across the Grand Thousand Worlds.
"The Heavenly Sovereign is getting married again!"
"As expected! Last time I saw the Heavenly Sovereign marry six wives at once, I knew he was a man of passion. Sure enough, not even half a year has passed, and he's marrying another six!"
"I heard that among them are two pairs of sisters—identical twins!"
"Not just that! Fairy Qing Xuan and Lady Qing Yanjing are also sisters, making it three pairs!"
"The Battle Emperor's harem boasts three thousand beauties, but I bet the Heavenly Sovereign might surpass even him and become the greatest figure in the Great Thousand World!"
"He may not outmatch the Battle Emperor in sheer numbers, but in quality, he far exceeds him. Among his six new wives, Fairy Qing Xuan herself is a Heavenly Supreme, while the other five are all Supremes!"
"If the Heavenly Sovereign's harem were to battle the Battle Emperor's harem, they'd probably win with just a tenth of their strength!"
"This confirms it—there's no doubt the Heavenly Sovereign cherishes beauty! Countless forces across the Great Thousand World will now rush to present him with more women!"
"It's easy to foresee that before long, the Heavenly Sovereign's domain—Great Havenlaw Domain of the Skylaw Continent—will become the land with the most beauties in the entire Great Thousand World!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
"After all, now that his preferences are known, what woman wouldn't want to try her luck? If she catches the Heavenly Sovereign's eye, she'll soar to the heavens and become a phoenix among mortals!"
…
As the news spread, Skylaw Continent became lively once more, and countless experts from across the Great Thousand World gathered to offer their congratulations.
Previously, when Zhou Yi married, his reputation was notable, but many still viewed him as a newly ascended Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme, so not everyone deemed it necessary to attend.
But this time was different.
With the annihilation of the Maha Ancient Clan and the awe-inspiring display of Zhou Yi's swordsmanship that shook the Great Thousand World, he now stood on the cusp of becoming the supreme existence of this era.
Within the human race, what force dared not pay their respects?
Thus…
This wedding was even grander than the last, drawing nearly all the strongest human experts from the Great Thousand World.
Even numerous divine beast clans arrived.
Mostly those closely allied with the Nine Nether Clan.
Lü Fang, Zhao Qiang, and Sun Lei—three Heavenly Supremes—were once again tasked with welcoming the guests. However, this time, their faces bore proud smiles.
Initially, they had submitted to Zhou Yi out of desperation, forced to yield for the sake of survival. Worse, they were bound by his Binding Curse, resenting him to the core yet powerless to resist.
But after witnessing Zhou Yi obliterate the Maha Ancient Clan with a single sword strike, their attitudes changed completely. Even Lü Fang, an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme, was no exception.
Heavenly Supremes were formidable and rarely submitted to others.
But if that person wielded the authority of an Immortal Emperor… then it was another matter entirely.
Though Zhou Yi had yet to reach the level of an Immortal Emperor in the eyes of many, he had already displayed potential that rivaled one.
After all, the Undying Lord, who guarded the Northern Desolate Hill, was once a loyal follower of an Immortal Emperor.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, a gray streak of light shot across the sky, arriving at the gates of the Heavenly Palace within moments.
A middle-aged man in a gray robe appeared.
His figure was gaunt, his expression emotionless. Yet, the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from him revealed his terrifying strength—an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme.
"From the Northern Desolate Hill, Land of Ten Thousand Graves, the Undying Lord extends his congratulations on the Heavenly Sovereign's joyous union!"
The gray-robed man's voice was hoarse as he cupped his hands toward Lü Fang and the others, presenting a congratulatory gift.
Lü Fang and his companions noticed the intricate embroidery of grave-covered mountains on his robes—a symbol of solitude and desolation. Their eyes flickered in recognition.
A Guardian of the Northern Desolate Hill.
At his words, the crowd was left in stunned silence.
Rumors spoke of the Guardians as direct retainers of the Immortal Emperor. After his fall, they had remained at the Northern Desolate Hill, guarding the ancient seals.
In terms of hidden power, they might even surpass the Five Great Ancient Clans.
Yet, they had never stepped beyond the Northern Desolate Hill.
And now, they had come to offer their congratulations.
Upon considering Zhou Yi's current status and strength, however, it was not so surprising.
The Immortal Emperor had fallen, and Zhou Yi now stood poised to become the next supreme figure of this era. Even the Guardians of the Undying could not ignore him.
A manifestation of Zhou Yi appeared.
The Guardian bowed respectfully.
"Heavenly Sovereign, the Undying Lord bears heavy responsibilities and cannot leave the Northern Desolate Hill. He regrets being unable to attend in person and hopes for your understanding."
"Convey my gratitude to the Undying Lord," Zhou Yi said with a nod.
"The Undying Lord safeguards the Great Thousand World's peace and shoulders immense burdens. I hold him in the highest esteem."
"I will be sure to deliver your words. The gift has been presented—I shall take my leave."
The Guardian bowed again, left the gift, and swiftly departed.
Zhou Yi was unsurprised. Suddenly, he lifted his head.
A towering figure strode through the air.
Stars swirled around him, and his robe seemed to be inscribed with the mountains and rivers themselves. His eyes shone like celestial bodies—deep and boundless.
Merely standing there, he exuded an overwhelming aura that commanded reverence.
"The Great Thousand Palace's Demon-Slayer King… Qin Tian!"
Many experts gasped in shock at the sight of the newcomer.
While ordinary people might not recognize Qin Tian, no Heavenly Supreme or above would be ignorant of him.
The Great Thousand World was home to countless superpowers, but none could rival the Great Thousand Palace.
This entity encompassed all beings of the Great Thousand World.
It was not merely a sect but a grand alliance formed to resist the Fiend Race.
Founded by the Immortal Emperor himself.
During ancient times, it was the Great Thousand Palace that united the world's factions, forging them into a single force capable of repelling the evil invaders.
The palace remained revered to this day.
To rise in its ranks, one required Demon-Slaying Points.
Only by slaying a Demon Emperor could one earn the title of Demon-Slayer King.
In the chaos of ancient war, Demon-Slayer Kings were not uncommon.
But in the present era of peace, slaying a Demon Emperor meant venturing into the very heart of the evil races' domain—something even Saint-Grade Heavenly Supremes dared not attempt lightly.
Thus, in the past thousands of years, only one Demon-Slayer King had emerged.
A man who had stepped into the demonic realm and battled his way back—Qin Tian.
His presence here, coupled with the Undying Lord's gesture, solidified Zhou Yi's status.
The crowd could only marvel in awe.
"Qin Tian of the Great Thousand Palace congratulates the Heavenly Sovereign on his joyous wedding!"
Qin Tian cupped his hands while curiously examining the rising legend before him.
Though he was in the late Saint-Grade realm, he knew he was no match for Zhou Yi.
Not even close.
He could not shatter the Maha Yin-Yang Gourd.
Nor could he slay three Saint-Grades and thirty Heavenly Supremes with a single strike.
"Many thanks, Brother Qin! Please, come in!"
Zhou Yi's avatar led Qin Tian inside.
This time, the three great titans of the human race had all sent congratulatory gifts, and both Qin Tian and the Azure Sword Saint had personally come to attend.
"Brother Qin!"
The Azure Sword Saint, who had arrived earlier, greeted Qin Tian.
"Brother Azure, it's been a long time!"
Qin Tian took a seat across from the Azure Sword Saint. The two were old acquaintances.
After all, no matter the world, the higher one climbed, the fewer people there were at the top—and most of them knew each other.
Now, Zhou Yi could be considered one of the individuals standing at the pinnacle of the Great Thousand World.
The wedding soon began.
It was just as lively as before, with one notable difference—this time, no one came to steal the bride.
Everything proceeded smoothly.
With the Maha Ancient Clan serving as a cautionary tale, who would dare provoke the might of Zhou Yi?
In the bridal chamber, Zhou Yi's true body first visited Qing Xuan.
After drinking their nuptial wine, Zhou Yi casually tossed aside the cup and scooped Qing Xuan into his arms.
"Be gentle!"
Qing Xuan quickly grabbed his mischievous hands, urgently saying:
"I'm pregnant!"
"Pregnant?"
Zhou Yi froze for a moment. With a quick spiritual scan, he confirmed it—Qing Xuan was indeed with child.
"This is wonderful!"
Overjoyed, Zhou Yi held Qing Xuan tightly and kissed her deeply.
"You should go check on the others."
Qing Xuan suggested.
"It's fine!"
Zhou Yi chuckled.
"Perfect timing—I'll go see my son!"
"You… mm—!"
Happy days always seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Before long, Tang Qiu, Bing Qing, Bing Xin, Tang Bing, and Tang Rou had all become pregnant as well.
And one month after Zhou Yi's grand wedding, Qing Yanjing gave birth.
It was a son—Zhou Chen.
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