These three demonesses were, upon closer look, absolutely breathtaking.
Each one was no less beautiful than the Lightning Mother and Rain Goddess, but carried an extra layer of natural enchantment—a seductive charm born not of pretense but of essence.
They were born to bewitch. Every smile, every glance could tug at a man's soul. Many would go mad for them, abandoning all reason—some even willing to die for a chance to win their love.
Their presence alone could ensnare hearts, dragging people into an intoxicating dreamscape from which there was no return.
One was a fox demon.
Another, the refined spirit of a dragon's bones, formed after a flood dragon's death.
The last, a jade pot spirit, transformed after ages of spiritual refinement.
Each of them possessed immense potential—given time and resources, they would surely grow into great powers among the demon race.
"You three have cultivated well within the Chiyou Tomb," said the Yellow Heaven Dao, his gaze filled with satisfaction."Your beauty is perfect for this task. If you succeed, we shall grant you the opportunity to ascend the Dao."
"Ascend the Dao!?"The three demons exchanged glances, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy.
To ascend was to prove the Dao—the greatest dream of any cultivator, let alone demoness.
"What would the Lords have us do?"Red Moon asked without hesitation.
"You are to enter the Great Yi Celestial Dynasty, infiltrate the Imperial Palace, and become Imperial consorts.Then, enchant the Emperor of Yi, sow disorder in court, and corrupt the nation's fortune."
"What!?"The jade pot spirit Jiao Jiao's face went pale with shock.
"You want us to infiltrate a DestinyDynasty and disrupt the court itself? That's impossible!"
"The Great Yi is guarded by the dragon of national fate—especially the capital, Emperor City.If we approach without permission, the dragon qi will instantly expose our true forms.Our demon aura can't possibly escape their notice. Even if we got close, we'd be crushed by the pressure before laying eyes on the Emperor!"
They weren't being timid.
To infiltrate a Destiny Dynasty and charm the ruler into neglecting court duties…That wasn't just dangerous—it was suicidal.
Indeed, demonkind could exist in human courts as long as they behaved.Some even rose to noble rank.
But to bewitch a ruler, twist national policy, and sabotage the court?
That was an unforgivable karmic crime—one that would bury them in limitless retribution.
Countless tales through history told of demons who had done this.
Whether real or slander, the end was always the same:
Tragic.
Irredeemable.
Forgotten by heaven and earth.
The three demonesses wanted to ascend, not destroy their Dao.
"Worry not," said the GoldenHeaven Dao,"Since we give you this task, we will naturally offer you support."
Three glowing jade talismans appeared in his hand—each radiating divine light.
"These are Veil of Heaven Talismans. Once fused into your bodies, they will conceal your true nature and demon aura, making you indistinguishable from humans."
"Not even the dragon qi or divine vision techniques will detect your origin.You'll walk freely within the Great Yi."
These were priceless divine treasures—capable of hiding fate itself.
The three demons' eyes sparkled with joy.
This changed everything.
With these talismans, they could move unimpeded through the Dynasty, their cover absolutely airtight. Even if others suspected, no evidence would expose them.
"Now, we bestow upon you a divine cultivation method—The Enchanting Immortal Scripture (Mí Xiān Jīng)."
"If mastered, you will be able to bewitch gods and immortals, charm even the most resolute."
A beam of divine light shot into each of them—information surging through their minds.
Their hearts trembled with ecstasy.
This was far superior to anything they had cultivated before. It was a supreme scripture, formally titled:
The Scripture of Reversed Yin and Yang – Enchanting the Immortal Dao.
Though not on par with the Supreme Heavenly Canons, it was still a peerless cultivation text, capable of guiding its users to prove their Dao through charm.
It was profound, elegant, and terrifying in its beauty.
Then the White Heaven Dao pointed a finger at the three.
"We shall purify your foundations and reform your cultivation.Wash away your demon aura and rebuild your path through the Enchanting Immortal Scripture."
As the power washed over them, their demonic power transformed, becoming mystical, alluring, ethereal.
What had once been instinctive seduction became something far more divine—An art of charm, illusory and distant, like a flower in mist or a dream in moonlight.
This was the difference between low-born allure and high Dao enchantment.
"Thank you, Lords, for your divine grace!"The three demons bowed deeply, their voices filled with reverence and joy.
"We shall now send you directly into the Great Yi Dynasty," said the Violet (Vast) Heaven Dao."With supreme power, we will rewrite cause and effect and create plausible identities for each of you."
This was no ordinary transmigration.
The Dao would ensure their records, memories, and lineage matched seamlessly.Even the Empire's own people would believe them to be long-lost kin, come to claim their ancestral place.
The Dao wouldn't intervene lightly—but this task was critical.
Their true bodies remained in deep seclusion in the Nine Heavens Great World—what the world saw were merely their avatars.
Even so, this much power was staggering.
"We ask the Lords to perform the spell," the demonesses said, filled with excitement.
This would save them endless trouble—and they still had no idea where the Great Yi Empire even was.
"Go."
The Green Heaven Dao waved a hand.
A flash of divine light—And the three demons vanished into the void.
In the Great Yi Celestial Dynasty, three beams of silent light descended.
No one noticed.
In three major noble households, three women suddenly appeared.
No one found it odd.
All believed they were lost relatives, returned now that the Empire had expanded to encompass their homelands. They registered with the Empire's records and received official Heavenly Registration Cards, completely undetected by any divine sense.
Not a soul sensed anything amiss.
All of this happened in silence.
Meanwhile, Yi Tianxing was still spending money wildly in the commerce sector.
He had entered the third level of the treasure tower and was emptying it—dozens of rare heavenly treasures, including spiritual materials and rare elixirs, were swept into his possession.
Though these treasures were slightly inferior to true peak-tier goods, they were still extremely valuable, with strategic significance.
The market had stabilized in recent years, and the prices of heaven-and-earth treasures had returned to normal.
Such treasures could be refined into lifebound artifacts, with potential to evolve into innate spiritual treasures—making them highly coveted.
Yi Tianxing naturally welcomed as many as he could get—he bought out the entire third floor, spending twenty billion Eternal Coins in one go.
Now, he stepped into the fourth level—the topmost floor of the Treasure Pavilion.
Here lay only the rarest of the rare—supreme treasures, handpicked by Zhen Chengxin himself.
"Emperor Yi, please observe. This is the fourth level. Few items, but each one is a masterpiece."
Zhen gestured toward an exquisite object:
"This, for instance, is not a single treasure—but a set. A tea set, in fact."
There were twelve teacups, each glimmering like jade, emitting a soft luster.
On each cup was an engraved flower and a line of Tang poetry.
"Daffodil, wintersweet, peach blossom, peony, pomegranate, lotus, orchid, osmanthus, chrysanthemum, hibiscus, rose, and plum blossom—each cup represents one flower, one month. Together, they form the 'Twelve Flower Immortal Cups.'"
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up.
Before the Cataclysm, he had seen these cups in a museum—he had even held them himself.
But those had merely been ancient artifacts.
These?
These were divine.