With Ye Feng's command, Wang Yan, Qin Shi, Huang Pujing, Chi Hao, Wu Yun, and Lin Langtian bid their farewells one after another, each choosing a direction to explore the ancient sect space of the Great Desolation Monument.
Ye Feng turned toward the three women standing beside him. "What about you?"
"I said before—I'll give them an hour. For now, I'll stay with Master," Ying Huanhuan replied gently.
"Young Master Ye, I wish to remain by your side and serve you," Lin Qingtan said respectfully.
"Master... me too," Ling Qingzhu added softly, her cheeks flushed. Though she was now Ye Feng's woman, she still harbored a shy, girlish heart. It was her first time, after all, and her innocence lingered despite her cultivation.
"Alright then," Ye Feng nodded. "This time, I'll let you three take the lead. Where should we go?"
"I'll let Sister Qingzhu decide," Lin Qingtan said with a smile.
Although she had become Ye Feng's woman before Ling Qingzhu, Lin Qingtan respectfully referred to her as "sister." Her humility, warmth, and lack of competitiveness made her exceptionally endearing. She even called Ying Huanhuan "sister" with sincere respect.
Ye Feng reached out and held Qingtan's hand, his heart warmed. Having three thousand beauties in the harem was one kind of happiness. But having them live in harmony—that was happiness beyond compare.
Ling Qingzhu looked into the distance, her gaze focused. "In this kind of space, there is always a core region. That's where the true treasures lie. I can sense the presence of the Absolute Sword. It must be at the very center of the ancient monument's spatial realm."
Thanks to her cultivation in the Supreme Induction technique, Ling Qingzhu's perception was unparalleled. With only a brief moment of sensing, she had already locked onto the spatial center.
And not just her perception—her body was extremely sensitive. A light touch could stir powerful physical and emotional reactions.
"Qingzhu, are you thirsty?" Ye Feng asked casually.
They often said women were made of water. Sometimes, Ye Feng genuinely worried she might become dehydrated.
"I'm not," Ling Qingzhu replied softly, face slightly red.
"Alright then. Let's head that way." Ye Feng motioned forward, letting Ling Qingzhu lead the way.
He did not walk at the front. Even though he could scan the entire space with his soul power—sensing every tree, rock, and ripple in the air—he chose to follow behind.
With a direction in mind, one man and three women moved swiftly across the vast realm.
…
An hour passed.
"Master, time's up. I'll go play with my fellow apprentices now," Ying Huanhuan said cheerfully.
"Go ahead," Ye Feng said with a nod.
Without using her sense to track the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, she rushed off in a random direction. She didn't care about winning—she just wanted to enjoy the moment.
"Master," Lin Qingtan asked, "who do you think will obtain the Devouring Ancestral Talisman first?"
"None of them will," Ye Feng said calmly.
"Huh? Why?"
"When the time comes, you'll understand. For now, keep going. Up ahead is a place suitable for the two of you to cultivate."
Ye Feng walked on calmly.
Ling Qingzhu was about to follow when Lin Qingtan suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Qingtan?" Qingzhu asked.
"Sister Qingzhu, what do you think of Huanhuan?" Lin Qingtan asked seriously.
"She's a good person," Ling Qingzhu replied without hesitation.
"I mean... should we bring her into our sisterhood?"
"What?" Ling Qingzhu was stunned, her gaze following Ye Feng's figure. "Are you saying we should help her... become Master's woman?"
"Mhm." Qingtan nodded seriously.
"Huh?!"
Ling Qingzhu's face flushed. She hadn't expected Lin Qingtan to be this bold.
"I can feel it. Master has become even stronger recently. Not just in cultivation… but also in other areas," Lin Qingtan said with a teasing glint in her eye. "While I enjoy playing with Master, I've also started to wish we had more sisters to share this life with."
Ling Qingzhu lowered her gaze. "I… I still feel overwhelmed by his affection. But… do you think Huanhuan would even agree? And you know how Master is. He never pursues women—he lets them pursue him. Apart from us, I doubt Huanhuan would willingly lower her pride to do that."
"How do we know if we don't try?" Lin Qingtan smiled. "I think she's already interested in Young Master Ye. Let me tell you a secret..."
She leaned close and whispered something in Ling Qingzhu's ear.
Ling Qingzhu blinked in shock. "W-What?! After she finishes cleaning, she...?"
Lin Qingtan nodded.
"She's already fallen in love with this world," she said with certainty.
Just then, Ye Feng's voice echoed from ahead. "Qingtan, Qingzhu, why are you dawdling? Come on."
"Coming!" they both responded in unison.
As they resumed their journey, they encountered several ancient monsters along the way. Most of them, sensing Ye Feng's overwhelming aura, knelt or fled. Only a few foolish beasts dared to attack—and they were swiftly dealt with by Ling Qingzhu's sword.
They also came across several rare spirit herbs. Ling Qingzhu, skilled in medicinal cooking, collected the herbs carefully. In her hands, these ingredients could be transformed into nourishing meals that restored soul and body alike.
As the sky darkened, a bone-chilling wind suddenly swept toward them from ahead.
"Bone-Eroding Wind!" Ling Qingzhu's eyes widened.
She recognized it immediately—not a natural occurrence, but the product of a large-scale formation. She had read of it in ancient texts from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. This wind was cold enough to corrode flesh and soul alike.
"Should we avoid it?" Lin Qingtan asked cautiously.
"No need," Ye Feng said, shaking his head. "Qingtan, you have the Demon Body of Yin. Qingzhu, you cultivate the Chaos Art I taught you—everything in the world is your nourishment. For both of you, this is a rare opportunity."
His voice deepened. "Use the wind to temper your bodies and elevate your realms. I'll remain here and guard you."
"Alright," they said in unison.
With determination, Lin Qingtan and Ling Qingzhu stepped into the swirling storm of gray-black energy.
The wind howled like a chorus of the damned. Visibility dropped to zero. The cold was so piercing it felt as though it could erode bone itself.
"The Body of Evil!"
"Chaos Technique!"
The two women sat cross-legged within the storm, channeling their respective arts. Cold energy rushed into them like rivers, fueling their cultivation as they began to refine the wind's yin attribute into power.
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