63: Lady Huayu's Transformation

Qin Nishang's body stiffened slightly, and her earlobes quietly turned red. She made a symbolic struggle, but in the end, she didn't push him away with any real force.

Under the soft light of the night pearls, that deep black dragon robe and Chu Ye's robes gradually overlapped.

Inside the hall, the candlelight flickered gently; outside the window, the moonlight was hazy.

As the morning light broke, a night of passion finally came to a rest.

Qin Nishang had shed the imperial majesty that intimidated all quarters during the day. She curled up in Chu Ye's arms with a rare submissiveness, letting his long fingers rhythmically comb through her waterfall-like black hair.

Chu Ye looked down at the defenseless, soft profile of the person in his arms. Comparing it to her usual stern appearance when commanding the world, the sense of chauvinistic achievement in his heart was about to overflow.

Qin Nishang enjoyed this moment of tranquility, but she still couldn't help but let out a soft snort from her nose, complaining with a slightly husky voice from just waking up: "You scoundrel, your harem is almost big enough to form a 'Beautiful Women's Army,' yet you're still out there every day flirting and never getting tired of it."

Chu Ye chuckled, his fingertips twining around a strand of her hair to play with it. His tone was lazy yet self-righteous: "Has Your Majesty not heard? Even if the domestic flowers are good, wild blossoms are needed to add interest."

"Besides, after eating too many delicacies, occasionally tasting a local specialty dish is also one of life's pleasures."

His tone shifted, becoming a bit serious, "But rest assured, Your Majesty, the tens of thousands of miles of Great Qin's territory that you've worked so hard to conquer... the only ones who will rightfully inherit it in the future will be of your and my Bloodline."

Hearing this, Qin Nishang's earlobes heated up imperceptibly, but she turned her head away and choked him with a feigned coldness: "Who wants to have children for you? If you want to carry on your family line, go find your 'Hundred Flowers.'"

Chu Ye knew she was just being stubborn, so he didn't expose her, only smiling as he pulled her a bit tighter. Qin Nishang also knew when to stop and quickly brought the topic back to business, her voice returning to its usual calm and clear state:

"Stop being so playful. The waters of the Central Region are deeper than what you see now. On the surface, Nine Transcendent Powers stand in a tripartite balance. The layout can be summarized as 'One Palace, One Pavilion, One Workshop, One Sect, One Alliance, One Holy Land, One Ruin, Two Palaces, Two Saints.'"

She spoke as if enumerating family treasures:

"The 'One Palace' is the Alchemy Hall, where the art of Alchemy has reached the Peak; most of the world's miraculous pills come from their hands.

The 'One Pavilion' is the mysterious and unpredictable Heavenly Secret Pavilion, which can peek into the secrets of heaven.

The 'One Workshop' is the Divine Craft Workshop, which specializes in tempering divine weapons and can turn the mundane into the miraculous.

The 'One Sect' you have already dealt with, which is the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Sect that controls all spirits, where vitality and decay coexist.

The 'One Alliance' is the Myriad Dao Alliance, a loose Alliance that recruits a large number of Loose Cultivator experts in the Central Region; its influence cannot be underestimated.

The 'One Ruin' is the Ruin of the Sword Dao, which gathers the most complete collection of Sword Dao experts in the entire Central Region.

The 'Two Palaces'—one is the most mysterious Goddess Palace, and the other is... the Guanghan Immortal Palace."

When she reached this point, her tone condensed slightly.

"The 'One Holy Land' refers to a cultivation Holy Land. These nine major forces each represent the Peak of the Law in their respective Domains. Their relationships are intricately intertwined, together maintaining the order and... balance of the Central Region."

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Chu Ye: "And according to reports from the secret agents I've planted, the one showing the most obvious hostility and the most urgent movements toward you right now is precisely that Guanghan Immortal Palace."

Chu Ye was truly stunned upon hearing this. He subconsciously scratched his head, his face written all over with 'innocence' and 'confusion': "Guanghan Immortal Palace? That place for Fairies?"

"I don't think... I've ever offended them, have I?"

"I have absolutely nothing to do with that ice-mountain beauty Palace Master; I haven't even spoken a word to her."

"Out of nowhere, how did I get targeted by a Peerless Female Sword Immortal who Cultivates the heartless ice-cold Sword Dao? Who did I provoke?"

This feeling was like walking down the street and suddenly getting hit on the head by a piece of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice falling from the sky, with a cold note attached that said 'You're finished'—it was simply inexplicable!

Qin Nishang was equally puzzled by the sudden hostility from the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

She had initially guessed whether Chu Ye had 'plucked flowers' on their ice mountain, but seeing his dazed expression, which was even more confused than her own, it was clear he was completely in the dark.

"In short, keep your guard up,"

Qin Nishang warned again before leaving, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. "Especially toward those women who take the initiative to approach you, be more careful. If you encounter an emergency, call us immediately."

With that, her figure transformed into a stream of light and dissipated.

Chu Ye rubbed his chin and pondered for a long time, feeling that there was something fishy about this.

He thought about it and decided to go to the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Sect. After all, Madam Hua Yu had been rooted in the Central Region for many years and was one of the leaders of a top force; her information should be more well-informed.

Inside the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Sect, there was a warm scene of maternal love and filial piety.

Madam Hua Yu was patiently guiding her daughter Hua Ling's cultivation, teaching her the Sect's ultimate techniques.

Perhaps because she had almost lost her, she was exceptionally lenient toward her daughter. Even if Hua Ling occasionally made a mistake, she would only smile gently and explain things in detail, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

The first to notice Chu Ye's arrival was Hua Ling.

The young girl's eyes lit up, as if she had seen her favorite sweetheart, and she called out crisply: "Brother Chu!"

Her smile was pure and brilliant.

Chu Ye always appreciated such sincerity and wasn't stingy; he immediately picked an Immortal Rank Cultivation Technique suitable for her from his inventory as a gift.

Madam Hua Yu noticed Chu Ye's arrival, a flicker of complexity crossing her eyes, but it soon returned to calm, even carrying a hint of relief.

Looking at her daughter talking intimately with him, and then thinking about the tangled relationship between herself and him... the hatred had long since dissipated.

He had saved Ling'er and helped her break through a thousand-year Bottleneck. This debt of gratitude and 'liability' had long been inextricably intertwined.

She was even more aware that over the past few months, under the 'nourishment' of Chu Ye's 'practical actions,' not only had her cultivation progressed at a rapid pace far exceeding a hundred years of bitter cultivation, but even her body and mind had quietly surrendered.

If it weren't for the remaining reserve of a Sect Master, combined with the invisible influence of the blood pact, perhaps... she sometimes even understood the crazy rumors about Chu Ye in the outside world. If sleeping once could really equal a hundred years of bitter cultivation, which female cultivator wouldn't be moved?

This man's 'ability' was indeed unfathomable.

Only, when she caught a glimpse of the trusting and intimate look in her daughter's eyes when she looked at Chu Ye, and then thought about her own nights with him... that subtle ethical entanglement and complex mood in Madam Hua Yu's heart wound around her like vines.

Chu Ye carefully guided Hua Ling for an entire day.

At night, he stepped into Madam Hua Yu's sleeping quarters with practiced ease.

Inside the hall, a warm fragrance wafted. Madam Hua Yu was wearing only a silk nightgown that was quite 'frugal' with its material, leaning lazily by the couch.

The collar was slightly open, and her snow-white skin was dotted with a few lingering ambiguous red marks. This was clearly a style specially prepared according to a certain person's 'preferences.'

Seeing this, Chu Ye's eyebrows rose slightly, and he secretly praised her. This woman's skill in gauging the 'superior's intent' was indeed top-notch.

He was naturally no Liu Xia Hui, and he stepped forward to pull her into his arms.

His large hand reached into her robe; the touch was as smooth as grease, and there was actually nothing underneath!

Chu Ye lowered his head and sniffed the cold and elegant floral fragrance she had deliberately scented in her hair. She had indeed bathed and changed, with everything ready.

This series of 'thoughtful' preparations silently declared: this Queen of a top force in the Central Region had surrendered both body and mind.