Jia Ma Holy City.
Zhou Manor.
The Zhou Manor was ablaze with lights and bustling with noise. The lively atmosphere was filled with the clinking of glasses and the joyous chatter of countless guests.
After Yun Yun was escorted to the bridal chamber, Zhou Yi briefly greeted the crowd.
During this time, his gaze fell upon Xiao Yu, who had arrived with the Xiao Clan's Grand Elder.
Xiao Yu's long, stunning legs undeniably drew attention.
Zhou Yi gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment before continuing to attend to other guests.
"Master Zhou is so handsome and approachable!"
To Xiao Yu, even such a casual gesture left her both flattered and exhilarated. Zhou Yi's appearance and demeanor were enough to make her heart race.
The Grand Elder, meanwhile, was beaming with satisfaction. In his mind, Master Zhou clearly held some affection for Xiao Yu, and their prospects seemed promising.
After concluding his social obligations, Zhou Yi, filled with excitement and anticipation, made his way toward the bridal chamber. Yet just as he reached the door, his steps abruptly halted.
"How bold!"
Zhou Yi's eyes turned icy as he sensed a sinister presence—a shadowy mist creeping into the residence. There was no doubt it was someone from the Hall of Souls.
In a flash, Zhou Yi appeared before the intruder.
"How dare you disrupt my wedding? Who gave you the courage?"
His voice was cold, his gaze locked onto the mass of dark mist.
"Heh, as expected of a seventh-tier alchemist—your soul perception is indeed formidable to detect me so quickly!"
The mist quivered before condensing into the figure of a man cloaked entirely in dense black smoke. From within the shadows, a pair of faintly crimson eyes glinted menacingly.
It was Protector Vulture of the Hall of Souls, a Dou Ancestor-level expert.
Despite his opponent's reputation, Protector Vulture wasn't intimidated. It was this confidence in his strength that emboldened him to intrude.
What he failed to grasp, however, was just how terrifying Zhou Yi truly was.
Even if Zhou Yi had only been a Dou Emperor, he could have easily crushed him. But Zhou Yi's true strength? He was a Dou Venerate.
"Die!"
Without wasting words, Zhou Yi raised a hand. The space around them froze, locking Protector Vulture in place like a bug trapped in amber. His crimson eyes widened in terror.
"D-Dou Venerate?!"
Protector Vulture's mind trembled in disbelief. Zhou Yi, whom he had thought to be a Dou Ancestor, was actually a Dou Venerate.
"You can't kill me! I'm a Protector of the Hall of Souls! If you kill me, not even a Dou Venerate will escape their wrath!"
"That's your final statement?" Zhou Yi's tone was indifferent.
With a clench of his fist, Protector Vulture was crushed into dust, his body dissipating like smoke in the wind.
"The Hall of Souls?" Zhou Yi sneered.
"I'll crush every last one of you."
...
The night was serene, the stars glittering in the sky.
Inside the bridal chamber, the flames of the red dragon-phoenix candles flickered, casting a warm glow. The molten wax dripped down like tears, tracing paths along the candles.
Yun Yun, dressed in a resplendent crimson bridal gown, sat gracefully on the edge of the bed. She was elegant and ethereal, like a lily in full bloom.
Creak.
The door opened, and Yun Yun's body trembled slightly. Her heart raced as she listened to the approaching footsteps.
The red veil was lifted, and light flooded her vision. Zhou Yi's face appeared, his eyes fixed intently on hers. Her flawless beauty, tinged with nervousness and shyness, made her even more enchanting.
"Yun'er, you're stunning," Zhou Yi said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Yun Yun lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
Pouring two cups of wine, Zhou Yi sat beside her. The faint fragrance of her perfume filled the air, intoxicating and exhilarating.
As the wine warmed their bodies, Yun Yun's fair cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, her allure growing irresistible.
Zhou Yi placed an arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. Her soft fragrance lingered as he whispered, "It's late. Let's rest."
Yun Yun's body tensed once again, her heart pounding furiously. Shy and hesitant, she felt the warmth of Zhou Yi's kiss pressing firmly against her lips.
The night stretched on, filled with tenderness and passion.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight scattered the remnants of darkness. Yun Yun stirred awake, her delicate face resting against Zhou Yi's chest, her expression a mix of sweetness and contentment.
The events of the night before lingered in her mind, leaving her both flustered and fulfilled.
"Yun'er, you're truly beautiful," Zhou Yi murmured, drawing her closer as their eyes met. Yun Yun quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Over the following days, Zhou Yi devoted himself entirely to Yun Yun, their bond growing deeper with every moment spent together. Yun Yun's cultivation also advanced significantly, her progress astonishing even herself.
The news spread like wildfire: Zhou Yi's wives were experiencing exponential growth in their strength. Yun Yun, Ya Fei, and Yao Ye all found their cultivation levels skyrocketing.
The revelation left the entire Jia Ma Empire in awe of Zhou Yi's unparalleled abilities—not only as a seventh-tier alchemist but also as a man whose mere presence could elevate those around him.
This news spread like wildfire, stirring countless people into a frenzy.
"Did you hear? Miss Ya Fei has ascended to the rank of Dou King!"
"Before meeting Master Zhou, Miss Ya Fei was just a lowly Dou Practitioner without any cultivation talent. And now, in such a short time, she's become a Dou King. It's incredible!"
"It's not just Miss Ya Fei! I've heard that the Imperial Princess's cultivation has also progressed at an astonishing pace—she's already a Dou Spirit expert!"
"A seventh-tier alchemist—what a terrifying existence!"
One must understand, Dou Kings are not commonplace.
Figures like Lion King Yan Shi and Wind Walker Feng Xian are Dou Kings themselves and rank among the top ten experts of the Jia Ma Empire.
This made countless young women's eyes sparkle with longing—they all dreamed of marrying Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi wasn't just a prestigious seventh-tier alchemist; he was also strikingly handsome, treated his women exceptionally well, and marrying him seemed to come with an instant boost in cultivation.
What woman could resist such allure?
However, Zhou Yi's first wife was Ya Fei. Despite lacking any cultivation talent, Ya Fei hailed from the Miteer Clan, one of the three great families of the Jia Ma Empire.
His second wife was Yao Ye, the Empire's Imperial Princess.
The third was Yun Yun, the head of the Misty Cloud Sect.
All of them possessed extraordinary status and influence.
Many women were interested but felt unworthy due to the significant disparity in status.
Until one piece of news broke—shattering the self-doubt of countless young women.
Zhou Yi was set to marry Xiao Yu in one month.
Who was Xiao Yu?
No one had ever heard of her. After some investigation, they discovered that Xiao Yu was merely a member of the Xiao Clan in the small town of Wu Tan.
Compared to Ya Fei, Yao Ye, and Yun Yun, Xiao Yu's status was no different from that of an ordinary village girl. This revelation boosted the confidence of countless women.
At Zhou Manor, Zhou Yi continued to spend his days happily with Yun Yun and Yao Ye, enjoying their intimate moments, while Ya Fei's belly grew noticeably larger by the day.
Meanwhile, in Wu Tan City, the Xiao Clan was bustling with activity.
The entire clan was adorned with festive decorations, and everyone wore beaming smiles.
The First Elder, in particular, was grinning so widely that his face resembled a chrysanthemum.
The Xiao Clan was now a hive of activity, with an endless stream of visitors coming to offer their congratulations.
"Yu'er!"
One day, Xiao Yu stepped outside to greet a guest, only for a red shadow to dart toward her, pulling her into a cheerful hug. A hand playfully patted Xiao Yu's slender waist, accompanied by a teasing laugh.
"Let me check if you've gained weight!"
"Xue Nu, get off me!"
Xiao Yu laughed and scolded as she pushed the woman away.
The visitor was a young woman dressed in red, her slightly charming face lit up with a bright smile. Her chestnut-brown hair was tied casually into a ponytail.
Her figure was nothing short of stunning, with a voluptuous chest, a slender waist, and a perfectly rounded, perky bottom.
Although her looks were slightly less striking than Xiao Yu's, her fiery and seductive figure made her irresistible to men.
This was Xue Ni, Xiao Yu's close friend from the Jia Nan Academy.
"Yu'er, how could you secretly leave me behind to get married? And to Master Zhou Yi, no less!"
Xue Ni wrapped an arm around Xiao Yu's, teasing her with a mischievous grin.
"Is Master Zhou Yi really as handsome as the rumors say?"
"You'll find out when you meet him!"
"Yu'er, let me tell you, the academy has sent quite a few strong figures to attend your wedding. Even Tutor Ruo Lin is here! How enviable!"
"If you're so envious, why don't you marry Master Zhou yourself? I think he wouldn't reject a beauty like you!"
Xiao Yu's eyes flicked discreetly over Xue Ni's ample chest before giggling.
"Fine! Then we'd be sisters for life, wouldn't we? Hehe!"
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