A faint, intoxicating scent pulsed through the ancient stone hall as a radiant ball of light hovered quietly in the air.
Within that sacred glow, two blurry figures intertwined—yin and yang merging, water and flame embracing—blending into one another with perfect harmony.
Ding Dong!
"Congratulations! You have successfully captured the heroine Lin Qingtan from the Wudong Qiankun plane and made her your woman. You have altered the original storyline. Reward: 66,666 distributable attribute points."
The stone hall remained still for a long moment, the silence broken only by a delicate cracking sound. The light sphere trembled.
Crack.
Hairline fractures raced across its surface.
BOOM!
In just a few breaths, the light sphere exploded into brilliant fragments that scattered like stars across the vast hall.
From the sea of light emerged two silhouettes.
A young man landed gracefully on the ground, his figure calm and composed. At his side, a beautiful woman leaned against him, her cheeks glowing with lingering warmth.
They were Ye Feng and Lin Qingtan.
"...They..."
Lin Qingtan froze, her eyes falling upon the elegant man and Ling Qingzhu still sitting cross-legged not far away, cultivating silently.
"What's wrong?" Ye Feng asked, raising an eyebrow.
"They were here... the entire time." Lin Qingtan's voice trembled. Her eyes widened as her memories flashed back. The scene from just now—their entangled forms, their shameless cries—played vividly in her mind. Her delicate neck flushed red, her shame threatening to burn her alive.
"Haha! Little brother, congratulations on winning the beauty!" the elegant man chuckled, clearly amused.
"You damned old ghost. Can't even rest in peace after death?" Ye Feng snapped, shooting a glare at him.
"Hahaha! Death may take my life, but not my eyes. Even if I couldn't see clearly, I could still feel the show. That's enough for an old soul like me." The elegant man grinned without shame, his gaze settling on Ye Feng. "Boy, I can see it now—we're kindred spirits. Excitement... is our pursuit."
Excitement...?
Lin Qingtan stiffened, her face turning crimson again.
The elegant old man and Ling Qingzhu had been just a few feet away the entire time. Although Ye Feng had placed a soundproof barrier... surely it hadn't been perfect. Their sounds—her cries, his voice—those two must've heard everything...
"You're quite the sight, boy. I like you!" The elegant man waved a finger, and the stone platform beneath the sarcophagus burst open with a rumble. A bronze box emerged from within.
It opened with a creak, revealing four or five thick books and a pile of strange, indecipherable tools.
"Secret manuals?" Lin Qingtan picked one up out of curiosity and flipped it open. Her eyes widened.
"Ah!"
"What is it?" Ye Feng turned toward her.
"There's... there's a battle between a man and woman in here!" Lin Qingtan's voice broke with embarrassment.
Ye Feng beckoned the book with a flick of his finger. It flew into his hand. A quick glance at the contents told him everything—this elegant old man hadn't just practiced dual cultivation. He had mastered it.
Every book detailed mysterious, indecent techniques between men and women. Dozens of positions. Dozens of styles. And some... Ye Feng had never even imagined.
As Lin Qingtan rooted through the box, she pulled out a strange stick-like item. She blinked, puzzled—then realization struck.
Her hands trembled.
"AH!"
She nearly dropped it. Her whole body stiffened with shame. Her eyes turned sharply toward the old man, red with embarrassment and rage.
"You're despicable!"
"Hahaha! If a man isn't a little wicked, how will a woman ever love him?" The old man puffed out his chest proudly. "Without real skill, how could I dare to step onto the path of dual cultivation? This is art, girl!"
Ye Feng stepped forward. "Old man, would you like to be resurrected?"
The elegant man paused, stunned. "Resurrected?"
"I don't like owing people anything," Ye Feng said coldly. "And you don't get to refuse."
With a wave of his hand, the elemental energy in the surroundings surged and spiraled toward the elegant man. Brilliant colors danced in the air like a divine aurora.
Unlike Xiao Yan's meticulous revival of Yao Chen, Ye Feng's method was direct and overbearing. The essence of heaven and earth converged like a tidal wave, washing over the old man's ghostly form and condensing it into flesh.
Moments later, the elegant man opened his eyes. He looked down at his hands in disbelief.
"I... I've returned?"
He turned his gaze back to Ye Feng, his eyes full of awe. "Who... who are you?"
Buzz—!
A surge of energy burst from Ye Feng's body. Ripples of divine pressure distorted the air.
"Ye Feng, are you alright?" Lin Qingtan asked, concerned.
Ye Feng didn't answer. His gaze turned toward Ling Qingzhu, who was still seated in meditation.
"Is it her?" Lin Qingtan followed his eyes, confused.
Then she noticed it—energy ripples flowed from both Ye Feng and Ling Qingzhu... in perfect sync.
"It's you!" Ling Qingzhu opened her eyes, her pupils locking on Ye Feng with disbelief.
"It's me."
"But... why you?"
"Why not?"
"I was cultivating the Supreme Dao... the Great One..."
"You mean the Tai Shang?"
"Yes! I was resonating with the power of the Tai Shang!"
"Well then..." Ye Feng raised his chin slightly. "I am Tai Shang."
"You—what!?"
"I am the Supreme One... the God of Creation."
"The... God of Creation?" Ling Qingzhu and the elegant old man echoed, stunned.
"Yes. Do you really think this world formed from nothing? The creator behind it all is me."
"I don't understand a word you're saying," Lin Qingtan interrupted, frowning.
"She tried to connect with the Supreme Embryo of the world. Instead, she linked with me," Ye Feng explained.
Lin Qingtan blinked. "So what now?"
"She can now draw power from me... but only with my permission."
"But I sensed two Supreme presences!" Ling Qingzhu argued.
"The other was the embryo—the unconscious, primal energy of this world's origin. It has no will, no thought. I, on the other hand..." Ye Feng raised his hand.
In the next instant, the group vanished.
They reappeared in a realm of endless gray fog. A void of silence and stillness. Neither heaven nor hell, but something beyond. A faded world untouched by time.
Ling Qingzhu trembled. "This... this is the power of the Supreme..."
Ye Feng raised a hand, and a swirl of pure, gray energy flowed from his palm. Ancient, boundless, terrifying.
"The power of the Tai Shang!" Ling Qingzhu gasped again, now fully convinced. The Supreme she had pursued for so long was not some formless will—but a man.
Ye Feng smirked and teased, "What are you thinking? Regretting not giving yourself to me earlier?"
Ling Qingzhu's face turned beet red.
With a few casual gestures, Ye Feng had resurrected a man from death and summoned divine energy at will. His strength left no room for doubt.
She took a deep breath, then slowly stood and bowed.
"Master Ye Feng, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Ling Qingzhu, disciple of Jiutian Taiqing Palace."
With graceful fingers, she reached up and removed the veil from her face.
She had once sworn that only the man worthy of her heart would ever see her true visage.
The cloth fell away.
What emerged was a face so beautiful it defied reality.
One look could bring kingdoms to their knees.
A second glance could collapse empires.
A peerless beauty—unrivaled in this world.
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