6kv Chapter 14: Are you satisfied? [Please continue reading!]
Chapter 14: Are you satisfied? [Please continue reading!]
Ye Feng's voice was calm and unhurried, carrying a sense of composure as if he were in control of the entire situation.
"To put it bluntly—you can understand it as me receiving the inheritance of Emperor Hengyu."
Yi Qingwu's pupils contracted again.
Emperor Hengyu.
He was an unparalleled being who attained enlightenment during the ancient times, the master of the Hengyu Furnace, and one of the most powerful emperors in human history.
"The resources left in the Goddess Furnace by Emperor Hengyu are enough for me to break through from the mortal realm all the way to the Four Extremes Secret Realm."
Ye Feng's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial, but every word was like a pebble, stirring up a storm in Yi Qingwu's heart.
"Oh, by the way, let me tell you a little secret."
Ye Feng suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke in an intimate tone, as if he were sharing some secret.
"I began my spiritual practice at the age of seventeen."
His gaze was fixed on Yi Qingwu's eyes.
"The cultivation period is no more than three years."
Yi Qingwu's eyes widened.
Three years.
From mortal to the four extremes of perfection.
It only takes three years.
What does this mean?
It would be impossible for an ordinary cultivator to progress from the Sea of Wheels to the Four Extremes without decades of arduous effort.
Even the most outstanding geniuses, like Yin Tiande, took nearly twenty years to reach this point.
Ye Feng only needed three years.
Three years of cultivation is equivalent to twenty years for others.
What does this mean?
This means that the man's talent is even more terrifying than the strength he has shown.
Ancient Sacred Body - Three Years - Perfection of the Four Extremes - Inheritance of Emperor Hengyu - Goddess Furnace.
All this information piled up like a mountain weighing on Yi Qingwu's heart.
She looked at Ye Feng, and her eyes changed.
The change was subtle—from initial anger, shame, and resistance to shock, awe, and a hint of awe that she herself was unaware of.
"How is it?"
Ye Feng's voice was languid, carrying a sense of composure as if victory was assured.
"After hearing my introduction, compared to your fiancé, don't you think I'm better?"
Yi Qingwu remained silent.
But her silence itself is an answer.
She couldn't help but compare Yin Tiande and Ye Feng.
Yin Tiande – a successor of the Eight Views Palace, a perfected Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator with exceptional talent and a powerful background.
Ye Feng – successor of Emperor Hengyu, possessing perfected Four Extremes, an Ancient Sacred Body, and wielding the Quasi-Emperor Artifact, the Goddess Furnace.
In terms of cultivation level, Yin Tiande is ahead.
But physical constitution, heritage, potential...
In these aspects, Ye Feng completely surpassed him.
Which is more valuable: a genius at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm or a descendant of an ancient holy body emperor at the peak of the Four Extremes Realm?
Yi Qingwu is not stupid.
She was the most intelligent disciple of the Moon Palace, and she knew how to settle this score.
and……
She is no longer a virgin.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had already given her body to Ye Feng.
If she rejects Ye Feng now, rejects this bastard, what will she get in return?
Should she maintain her engagement with Yin Tiande? Wait until Yin Tiande discovers she is not a virgin? Wait until the marriage alliance between Bajing Palace and Guanghan Palace breaks down because of her "impurity"?
What awaits her?
Yi Qingwu dared not think about it.
But if...
What if she chooses Ye Feng?
The successor of Emperor Hengyu, possessing the Ancient Sacred Body, is an unparalleled genius who cultivated from a mortal to the Four Extremes Perfection in three years.
Most importantly—although this man was a bastard, a lecher, and forced himself on her, at least he…
No, she couldn't comfort herself with "at least".
Yi Qingwu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, Ye Feng was already standing in front of her.
The two were so close they could feel each other's breath.
Ye Feng looked into her eyes. The anger and resistance in those clear, cold eyes were gradually fading, replaced by a complex and indescribable emotion.
"Have you figured it out?"
Ye Feng's voice was very soft, almost like a whisper.
Yi Qingwu bit her lip and remained silent.
But her body provided the answer.
She did not back down.
They didn't dodge.
She stood there in front of Ye Feng, her head slightly lowered, her eyelashes trembling gently, like a fawn that had finally given up struggling, resignedly standing in place, waiting for the hunter's fate.
Ye Feng smiled when he saw her like this.
It wasn't that kind of roguish smile, but a gentle smile with a hint of indulgence.
He reached out and pulled Yi Qingwu into his arms.
Yi Qingwu's body stiffened for a moment—but only for a moment.
Then, she softened.
I leaned against him, against his broad chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around his waist.
The movements were very light and slow, as if making an important life decision.
Ye Feng looked down at her.
Yi Qingwu's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears still clung to her eyelashes, but there was no longer any anger or fear in her clear, cold eyes.
Instead, there was a resigned calm, and a hint of initiative that she herself was unaware of.
"I……"
Yi Qingwu opened her mouth, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"You'd better keep your word..."
After saying that, she raised her hand and personally untied the gauze curtain at the head of the bed.
The silvery-white gauze curtain slipped from the hooks, like a ray of moonlight pouring down, enveloping the two in a hazy light and shadow.
The gauze curtains fell, and the lamplight flickered red.
The night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, causing the gauze curtains to sway gently. The fragrance of laurel trees wafted into the room, mingling with the moonlight.
That night, the moon over the Guanghan Palace shone exceptionally bright.
The light in the bedroom deep in the courtyard stayed on until dawn.
……
As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Yi Qingwu nestled in Ye Feng's arms like a contented cat.
Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, messy yet alluring. A blush still lingered on her exquisitely beautiful face, and the girlish naiveté in her eyes had completely faded, replaced by a woman's unique charm and languor.
Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly; it was unclear whether she was asleep or lost in thought.
Ye Feng leaned against her, one arm around her waist, the other behind his head, staring blankly at the moon palace pattern embroidered on the gauze curtain above.
"And the second thing?"
Yi Qingwu's voice suddenly rang out, very softly, as if she were talking in her sleep.
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her.
Yi Qingwu didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she were smiling, or perhaps feeling helpless.
"You mentioned two things," she said softly. "The first one is over. What's the second one?"
Ye Feng smiled.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the dawn.
"The second one—"
He lowered his head and gently kissed Yi Qingwu's forehead.
"I need to go to the treasure vault of your Moon Palace. I need resources."
Yi Qingwu suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Ye Feng.
Those eyes conveyed four words.
Are you crazy?
Seeing her expression, Ye Feng laughed even harder and reached out to flick the tip of her nose.
"Don't rush, I'm not going to steal or rob. It's about resource sharing, you help me, I help you. When I become powerful, won't the Moon Palace be mine too? And won't your sect be mine as well?"
Yi Qingwu looked at him for a long time.
Then she sighed.
A very soft sigh, as if resigning oneself to fate, or as if making a compromise.
"Let me think about it."
After she finished speaking, she buried her face in Ye Feng's chest, not letting him see her expression.