"What?"
"The one you're marrying is my master?"
"You bastard, you won't even spare my master… Mmph—"
Ling Qingzhu was both shocked and furious, wanting nothing more than to bite this scoundrel to death. However, before she could do anything, Zhou Yi had already taken action!
Zhou Yi once again…
Finally.
After countless efforts from Zhou Yi, the anger that had been building up inside Ling Qingzhu was completely vented. Exhausted, she leaned weakly into Zhou Yi's embrace.
Her master had already been thoroughly claimed by Zhou Yi—what else could she do?
From now on, her master would be her sister.
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Ling Qingzhu, completely worn out, fell into a deep sleep.
Zhou Yi looked at the sleeping Ling Qingzhu in his arms before quietly slipping away. After all, he had promised the two little sweethearts, Qinglin and Xiao Yixian, tonight.
When he arrived at Xiao Yixian's room, she had already bathed and changed into fresh clothes. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Master!"
Seeing Zhou Yi enter, Xiao Yixian was startled and quickly sat up, preparing to get out of bed and pay her respects.
"No need for formalities!"
Zhou Yi swiftly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Xiao Yixian's slender waist and pulling her into his embrace.
As he lowered his head and caught the faint, delicate fragrance on her body, Zhou Yi's heart surged with emotion, and he immediately took action.
When desire arises, one must act.
That was Zhou Yi's principle.
Strike when the time is right.
Surrounded by beauty.
Roaming across the four continents with passion and fire.
The night was as gentle as water.
Utterly romantic.
…
The next day.
Golden rays of sunlight filtered into the room, rousing the slumbering occupants.
Zhou Yi slowly opened his drowsy eyes. Xiao Yixian's face was flushed red as she slept against his chest, a faint tear stain at the corner of her eye, bearing the marks of last night's torment.
Her delicate and exquisite face only made her seem more pitiful and endearing.
Qinglin, who lay on the other side, was in a similar state, her soft little hands tightly clutching Zhou Yi as if afraid he would disappear.
Even in her sleep, she looked timid and vulnerable, evoking endless affection.
Zhou Yi did not wake them.
He quietly slipped away.
As for the rewards they had given him, Zhou Yi had returned the favor, greatly enhancing their talents and strength.
Even though Zhou Yi left quietly, the two of them still noticed.
After all, the space beside them was now empty.
Qinglin and Xiao Yixian opened their eyes but said nothing.
Qinglin gently placed a hand on her lower abdomen, a soft, contented smile appearing on her lips.
"I wonder if I'll get pregnant?"
As the thought crossed her mind, her face grew even redder, and she buried herself under the covers.
Xiao Yixian was no different.
After leaving their room, Zhou Yi strolled through the Zhou Manor's garden, feeling refreshed. He casually plucked a stunningly beautiful flower.
"If a flower can be plucked, pluck it at once.
Do not wait until there are no flowers left to pick."
"Supreme!"
A crisp, sweet voice suddenly called out from behind. Zhou Yi didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Xiao Yan's former fiancée—
Nalan Yanran.
Zhou Yi slowly turned around and saw the cheerful young girl running toward him.
She had a cold yet elegant beauty, and her exquisite, charming features bore some resemblance to Xun'er, like a blooming lotus.
She wore a moon-white dress, her delicate figure curvaceous and well-proportioned. A light silver sash wrapped around her slender waist, accentuating her graceful silhouette.
Dangling from her dainty ears was a pair of green jade pendants. As they swayed, they emitted a soft tinkling sound, like a gentle mountain spring playing against rocks.
"So it's Yanran!"
Zhou Yi gazed at Nalan Yanran and smiled.
"You've grown even more beautiful."
Years had passed, and the once-young Nalan Yanran had shed her youthful inexperience. Every movement now exuded an enchanting, mature allure.
The once-innocent girl had now blossomed into a breathtaking beauty.
"Supreme flatters me!"
Nalan Yanran blushed, lowering her head shyly. Her ample chest trembled slightly, her heart pounding furiously.
Toward Zhou Yi—
She harbored a deeply hidden, special emotion.
But Zhou Yi was her teacher's man, so she dared not show it.
Yet the more she suppressed it, the stronger her desire became.
With Zhou Yi's current cultivation, how could Nalan Yanran's little thoughts escape him?
Not just Nalan Yanran.
With his charm, strength, status, and influence, countless young women and married ladies alike had secret affections for him, regarding him as their dream lover.
"A treasured sword is gifted to a hero, and a beautiful flower is given to a beauty."
Zhou Yi gazed at Nalan Yanran, raising the exquisite flower he had just picked and placing it in her hair.
"Do you like it?"
"I do!"
Nalan Yanran's delicate, fair cheeks flushed red. Her slender hands fidgeted with her clothing, nervous and flustered.
She looked up, and their eyes met.
Her heart pounded wildly as if about to leap out of her chest. Unconsciously, she slowly closed her eyes.
When a woman closes her eyes—
Is there anything else that needs to be said?
He kissed her directly!
As she felt the masculine scent surrounding her, Nalan Yanran's mind went blank, her breath hitching, her body going stiff.
In that moment—
She was like a marionette, utterly at his mercy.
Their figures were soon concealed by the blooming flowers around them.
Two beautiful butterflies were startled into flight, their vibrant, multicolored wings fluttering as they soared into the sky—
Dancing together in an eternal embrace.
Like the wind and the sand, entwined forever, drifting toward the ends of the earth.
"Yanran!"
A mature, cool voice suddenly rang out, sending a shiver through Nalan Yanran.
"Teacher is here!"
At that moment, Nalan Yanran finally remembered that she had arranged to meet her teacher, Yun Yun, here. But after running into Zhou Yi, she had completely forgotten, pushing the meeting to the back of her mind.
Yun Yun: Rebellious disciple! You really do forget your teacher at the sight of a man—you're going to be the death of me!
Nalan Yanran's entire body tensed, overwhelmed by extreme nervousness.
Zhou Yi, still nibbling on her delicate, translucent earlobe, whispered reassuringly:
"Relax, your teacher can't see us."
Even so—
Nalan Yanran remained stiff as a board, not daring to move an inch. She bit her soft, rosy lips, afraid to make the slightest sound.
Yun Yun waited for a while, but Nalan Yanran was still nowhere in sight.
"Didn't we agree to meet here? Where did she run off to?"
Feeling puzzled, Yun Yun left to search elsewhere.
But unfortunately for her, she was destined not to find Nalan Yanran.
...
Afternoon.
The scorching sunlight blazed down, turning the earth into a fiery furnace.
Of course—
For cultivators, such heat was nothing.
Even under forty-degree temperatures, they could still engage in intense physical activity.
It was just that water loss happened very quickly.
Zhou Yi gazed at the completely dehydrated, unconscious Nalan Yanran, then carried her back to the room to rest, retrieving a vial of spiritual liquid to replenish her fluids and energy.
Creak—
The door swung open, and Yun Yun stepped inside.
The moment her eyes landed on Nalan Yanran's state, how could she not understand why she hadn't been able to find her earlier?
So it turned out—
Zhou Yi had simply hidden her away in his golden chamber!
"You bastard—mmph!"
Before Yun Yun could finish cursing, Zhou Yi silenced her with a kiss, lifting her in his arms and vanishing in an instant—returning straight to his room.
After all, they couldn't risk disturbing Nalan Yanran's rest.
A long session of gentle persuasion later, Zhou Yi finally managed to calm Yun Yun down.
...
Time passed quietly, and soon, an earth-shattering piece of news spread across the continent—
Zhou Yi was getting married!
Last time, after single-handedly subduing the Demon Emperor in the Tianxuan Continent, Zhou Yi's cultivation had soared past the level of the Symbol Ancestor and even the Dou God, becoming an unprecedented powerhouse across two worlds. His rise had shaken both realms.
Yet despite such a monumental breakthrough, Zhou Yi had not held any grand celebrations.
But now—
Zhou Yi was finally taking another wife!
The entire continent erupted into excitement.
And this time, he wasn't just marrying one or two—he was marrying several.
The Darkness Master, the Dark Palace Master Bo Xuan, and the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace Master Huang Yueqing—three legendary figures known across the land—were among his brides.
And that was just the beginning.
A long list of other remarkable women, though not as renowned, were also included:
Zi Yue, Kun Ling, Qing Tan, Xiao Yixian, Qing Lin, Yao Yue, Dan Chen, Yao Ling, Xiao Mei, Nalan Yanran…
This time, nearly every well-known woman in both the Dou Qi Continent and the Tianxuan Continent was on the list!
"Amazing! The Supreme One is getting married again—another wedding feast to attend!"
"Huang Yueqing, Nalan Yanran… Supreme One truly is unstoppable!"
"Let's go! We can't miss this wedding!"
Countless powerhouses across both realms were in an uproar.
"What?! Senior Sister is marrying the Supreme One too?!"
The Flame Master widened his eyes in disbelief. Just the thought of his goddess, the Ice Master, marrying Zhou Yi filled him with jealousy.
"The Supreme really won't leave anyone out, huh?"
At that moment, the Space Master spoke up:
"Senior Sister of Darkness marrying the Supreme One isn't a bad thing. It's not like she's being wronged. In fact, with his help, she might even surpass our master's level one day."
"That's true. The Supreme One has transcended fate itself, saved the continent—shouldn't he enjoy himself a little?"
"Even emperors have harems of three thousand beauties!"
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