122: Chapter 121 The Goddess Palace Should Rightfully Be Mine

"No... don't..."

Her voice was hoarse, so faint it was almost inaudible, like a breathy sound squeezed from the depths of her throat.

"It's... enough..."

Chu Ye's hand stopped there, and he looked at her with a faint smile.

She bit her lower lip, her peerless face filled with grievance and helplessness. She wanted to resist, but her strength had been completely drained by him; even moving a finger felt like an ordeal.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but when she opened her mouth, she realized her voice was already terribly hoarse.

"Really... I can't anymore..."

Her eyes were slightly red, the corners tinged with a flush, like a kitten that had been bullied severely.

"Let me go... okay?"

She paused, her voice becoming even lower.

"Later... I'll compensate you later..."

Chu Ye looked at her.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, seeing the pleading written all over her peerless face, and seeing that her eyes no longer held any divinity, only submission and dependence on him.

He smiled.

He smiled with great satisfaction and contentment.

Another half-month passed.

Inside the hundred phoenix diagram, it was spring all year round. This newborn world had no harsh winters or scorching summers, only eternal mildness, as if the temperature had been deliberately set to be most suitable for slumber.

In the depths of the sleeping hall, the halo of the Beast-bone Eternal Lamps spilled softly, enveloping the large bed in a blanket of warmth.

Chu Ye reclined on the couch, holding her exquisite body in his arms. His hand brushed carelessly over her back, sliding slowly down her graceful curves, as if toying with a peerless treasure.

Her skin was as delicate as mutton-fat jade, warm to the touch; every stroke made it hard for him to let go.

Half a month of recuperation had improved her complexion significantly, and she was no longer as exhausted as before, but her eyes still held traces of the laziness and submissiveness that followed being completely conquered.

Chu Ye looked down at her, his fingers gently twining through her hair, and suddenly spoke:

"It's time to pay a visit to your Goddess Palace."

The moment the words fell, he clearly felt the body in his arms shudder violently.

The trembling was instinctive, subconscious, as if some deep-seated taboo had been touched.

Almost at the same moment, her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tightening slightly. She looked up at him, her brows furrowed deeply.

"Are you going to move against the Goddess Palace?"

Her voice carried a hint of tension that even she hadn't noticed.

Chu Ye looked down at her, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upward.

He was very satisfied.

Satisfied with her reaction, satisfied with her momentary instinct—not resistance, not anger, but tension. Tension over what he would do to the power she had founded single-handedly.

This meant she had completely accepted the fact that she belonged to him. She was merely still concerned about her former "children."

He reached out and gently rubbed the tip of her nose with his finger.

The action was intimate and natural, like teasing a startled little beast.

After a month and a half of training, this once divine and high-and-mighty Daughter of the Heavenly Dao had been completely molded, becoming a submissive concubine in his arms.

Her pride remained, but it only surfaced occasionally before him; her divinity remained, but it only bloomed when he required it.

More often than not, she was just a little woman who would get nervous, frown, and wrap her arms around his neck.

"Now," Chu Ye's finger slid from her nose to her cheek, gently stroking the delicate skin, his voice low and domineering, "you are mine."

His finger continued to move, passing over her jaw and stopping at her lips.

"This Heavenly Dao Origin is also mine."

His gaze fell into her eyes, deep and dangerous.

"Then the Goddess Palace..."

He paused, his tone certain.

"...should also rightfully be mine."

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing.

She knew he was right.

She was already his, so how could everything she created not belong to him?

Only...

Chu Ye looked at her expression and suddenly laughed.

"I know what you're thinking." His finger gently tapped her forehead. "Worried about them? Afraid I'll be too heavy-handed?"

The woman looked up at him, her gaze complex.

Meeting her gaze, Chu Ye's tone softened slightly, yet it still carried an unquestionable dominance:

"They have opposed me time and again. The Shadow Pavilion's encirclement, the alliance of Middle Region forces, the awakened Ancient Wills—which of these didn't have the Goddess Palace's shadow behind it?"

The woman remained silent.

She couldn't deny it.

"I have to settle the score eventually, don't I?" Chu Ye's tone was indifferent, as if speaking of a trivial matter. "However..."

He paused, lifting her chin with his finger to make her look directly into his eyes.

"For your sake, I can be a bit more lenient."

The woman's eyes brightened slightly.

"You, their Old Ancestor, will personally step forward," the corner of Chu Ye's mouth curled up, "and have them submit to me."

His thumb gently stroked her lower lip, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Otherwise..."

He didn't finish the sentence.

But everyone understood what that ellipsis implied.

The woman lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The Goddess Palace was founded by her own hands.

It was her spokesperson in the mortal realm, the tool she used to maintain the order of the Heavenly Dao, and the result of her painstaking efforts over endless years.

Those Disciples, those Elders, those slumbering ancient beings—in a sense, they were all her "children."

But now...

She looked up at the man before her.

He was looking down at her, his gaze containing a hint of playfulness, a hint of expectation, and something else—something she couldn't quite name.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But before the words could come out.

She looked down and saw his hand, which had been at her waist.

"You..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Chu Ye lowered his head, his lips pressed against her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Don't think too much."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a captivating magnetism.

"We should cherish our time."

His hand applied gentle pressure, pulling her closer.

"Or is it that I haven't fully satisfied you yet?"

His lips slid down from her ear to her neck, sucking gently.

The woman's body shuddered slightly.

That familiar sensation had already spread through her entire body, causing her to go limp in his arms involuntarily.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a barely audible moan escaped her lips.

After a month.

She had long since grown accustomed to it.

Accustomed to his touch, accustomed to his possession, and accustomed to this feeling of being completely controlled by him.

His kisses ignited her time and again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Outside the window, the barrier of the hundred phoenix diagram was still immersed in eternal spring.

And in the depths of the sleeping hall, the halo of the Beast-bone Eternal Lamps swayed gently.