Zhou Yi's name and portrait had appeared on the desks of all major forces across the world.
His name now shook the world.
With a single sword strike, he defeated the Sword God, Li Chungang.
With a single slap, he sent the reincarnation of Lu Zu, Hong Xixiang, flying.
He ascended to the Immortal Realm, taking a group of stunning women with him.
Each of these feats became a widely discussed legend.
Of course—
Lu Zu, in his long wait for that crimson-clad woman from his dreams, had first reincarnated as Qi Xuanzhen of Dragon Tiger Mountain, then again as Hong Xixiang of Wudang. His perseverance was also a topic of much discussion.
However, one could not help but pity him.
Just as he had finally reunited with the red-clad woman he had waited for across three lifetimes—she was stolen away by Zhou Yi.
"This Zhou Yi must be an immortal descended to the mortal realm! Lu Zu has already chased him into the Immortal Realm—who knows if he'll ever get her back?"
"I heard Xu Zhihu is a cursed femme fatale, a bewitching widow. Who would have thought she'd be so desirable? Lu Zu waited for her across three lifetimes?"
"That Xu Zhihu is the woman Lu Zu waited three lifetimes for. Ordinary men wouldn't have the fortune to enjoy her. That's why they all end up dead! Rather than saying she dooms her husbands, isn't it more accurate to say they are crushed under Lu Zu's fate?"
"That makes sense! I wonder if Zhou Yi will suffer the same fate?"
"Lu Zu couldn't even defeat Zhou Yi. What nonsense are you spouting about fate? I bet Zhou Yi has already helped Lu Zu 'open' Xu Zhihu—hahaha!"
"Damn!"
Jing'an Prince's Residence.
Jing'an Prince's eyes widened the moment he saw Zhou Yi's portrait.
He recognized this scoundrel at a glance.
He had spent immense effort to win Pei Nanwei's favor—
Yet on their wedding night, it was Zhou Yi who enjoyed her.
He had listened at the door the entire night, seething with rage.
But seeing Xu Xiao suffer, and seeing even Lu Zu's woman stolen by Zhou Yi, he suddenly felt much more balanced.
Immediately, he spread the word—not that he was lacking in ability, but that the thief was simply too powerful.
Before long, everyone learned that the man who had taken Jing'an Prince's concubine, Pei Nanwei, was the same Zhou Yi who had robbed Beiliang's palace.
The conclusion was undeniable—
Zhou Yi was a flower thief.
Liyang Imperial Palace.
The Emperor, his concubines, and the imperial princesses were filled with concern—what if Zhou Yi decided to plunder their palace one day?
Yet, not all of the women were worried.
Some were delighted.
Some were even looking forward to it.
It was said that Zhou Yi was incomparably handsome, possessed near-divine power, and could even ascend to the Immortal Realm.
If they were taken by him, wouldn't they soar to greatness?
Wouldn't that be better than wasting away in the cold chambers of the palace?
Jiangdong Xuanyuan Clan.
Huishan Snowy Plateau.
Guniu Ridge.
A tall, robust elder with silver hair and youthful features—Xuanyuan Clan's Grand Elder, Xuanyuan Dapan—gazed intently toward the skies above Beiliang. He murmured:
"An immortal…"
A deep yearning burned in Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes.
He, too, wished to open the Heavenly Gate, ascend to the Immortal Realm, and achieve eternal life.
But unlike Lu Zu and others, for whom the path to immortality was open at a mere whim, for ordinary people, entering that realm was as difficult as finding a needle in the vast ocean.
Even so, Xuanyuan Dapan was an extraordinary talent.
At twenty, he challenged his clan's Grand Elder, leaving the latter critically wounded.
At thirty, he dueled the Spear Immortal, Wang Xiu, and fell just short of victory.
At forty, he ventured alone into the Wu Clan's Sword Tomb, forcing the reigning Sword Crown to unleash his flying sword technique—an experience that later led him to profound sword enlightenment.
At fifty, convinced that his swordsmanship was no weaker than Li Chungang's, he challenged the Sword God—and was defeated once more.
So, he turned to the blade.
He dueled the young Gu Jiantang—and lost again.
Later, at Longhu Mountain's Demon-Slaying Platform, he contested internal power against Qi Xuanzhen—and was defeated yet again.
In the first year of the Qianyuan Era, at the age of eighty, he finally reached the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Despite his age, his strength was still rising. He secluded himself in Guniu Ridge, striving to unify the teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism into a single path.
Today, he had reached the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm, standing among the strongest of the era—
Yet he was still far from opening the Heavenly Gate.
"I need a more perfect furnace… a young virgin to aid my cultivation…"
A sinister thought surfaced in Xuanyuan Dapan's mind.
A particular face appeared before him—his great-granddaughter, a breathtaking beauty clad in violet, colder and more dazzling than her mother had ever been.
Her mother—his granddaughter-in-law—no longer interested him. She had long ceased to be of any value to his cultivation.
Xuanyuan Dapan's gaze turned resolute.
As a direct descendant of the Xuanyuan Clan, she had received the clan's full support—thus, it was only right that she contributed to her great-grandfather's cultivation.
While Xuanyuan Dapan schemed to bring Xuanyuan Qingfeng to his side for cultivation—
And while the world of Sword Snow Stride was still in an uproar over Zhou Yi—
Zhou Yi had already taken his women and returned to the world of Battle Through the Heavens.
"This is the Immortal Realm?"
Nangong Pushe, draped in white, exuded an enchanting and cold beauty. Her fox-like eyes gleamed with curiosity as she sensed the stark contrast between this world and Sword Snow Stride.
She could tell that cultivation here would be far easier.
She even felt on the verge of a breakthrough.
"This isn't the Immortal Realm. This is the Dou Qi Continent—it has no connection to your previous world."
Zhou Yi gazed at the group of stunning women before him, his tone gentle:
"From now on, you may settle here. I will teach you even greater techniques. In the future, becoming immortal or divine, attaining eternal life, will not be out of reach."
"Can I go back?"
Nangong Pushe's flawless brows knitted slightly. She still had a vendetta to settle.
"As long as you have enough strength, all realms of existence will be yours to traverse at will."
Zhou Yi offered an ambiguous response.
Instead of explaining further, he took out two bottles of elixirs and handed them to the women:
"These are Marrow-Cleansing Pills and Eternal Youth Pills."
"The Marrow-Cleansing Pill will purify your physique and enhance your talent. The Eternal Youth Pill will grant you ageless beauty. Consider these my gifts to you."
"Thank you, my lord."
Hong Shu accepted the elixirs with a graceful bow.
Her figure was lush and curvaceous, her skin fair and delicate. With her innate fragrance and refined demeanor, she exuded an intoxicating charm.
Zhou Yi lingered his gaze on her, already deciding—she would be the first to warm his bed tonight.
The other women also accepted the pills, offering their gratitude.
Some were cold and sharp.
Some were soft and alluring.
Some were brimming with youthful vigor.
Zhou Yi's gaze swept over them and, with a satisfied nod, turned to Pei Nanwei.
"Arrange their lodgings."
Upon learning that Pei Nanwei was also from their world—and, more surprisingly, the widely-discussed concubine of Prince Jing'an—the other women immediately felt a sense of kinship with her.
It was like encountering an old friend in a foreign land.
They were eager to know how Pei Nanwei had been living, what kind of person Zhou Yi was, and what fate awaited them here.
Pei Nanwei smiled gently, her voice soft and melodious.
"Sisters, you need not worry. The young master is a good man…"
She then recounted her experiences and her life in the Zhou Manor on the Dou Qi Continent.
Although the other women did not fully believe her, Pei Nanwei's appearance showed no signs of hardship. At the very least, their future lives would likely not be unbearable.
While Pei Nanwei and the other women engaged in idle chatter, a stunning woman in a crimson dress approached Zhou Yi with graceful steps.
It was Ya Fei.
Her voluptuous figure swayed with every step, and her seductive gaze swept over Zhou Yi as she spoke in a voice tinged with jealousy.
"Husband, you're truly impressive—bringing home so many more peerless beauties."
"Is my dear Fei'er feeling jealous?"
Zhou Yi reached out, wrapping his arm around Ya Fei's slender, silky waist, pulling her into his embrace. Breathing in her enchanting fragrance, he pressed a kiss to her soft, jade-like cheek.
"Who would dare?"
Ya Fei's radiant face bloomed into a bewitching smile. Her luscious red lips parted slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of grievance.
Zhou Yi met her gaze, his eyes slowly traveling downward.
Swallowing, he suddenly said, "Madam, I'm hungry."
Ya Fei's sultry eyes turned shy in an instant. She cast him a sidelong glance and playfully scolded:
"You just want to steal Ya'er's food again!"
Zhou Yi and Ya Fei's son was named Zhou Ya.
"If Ya'er can't finish, wouldn't it be a waste?"
"I, Zhou Yi, am always frugal—I make sure to finish every grain of rice in my bowl."
With that, Zhou Yi leaned in to "eat."
"You… Ah…"
"Leave some for Ya'er!"
"You scoundrel!"
"Mm…"
Satiated, Zhou Yi glanced at the sky. The full moon had risen high, casting a silver glow over the tranquil night.
Beside him, Ya Fei had already fallen into a deep slumber.
Slipping out of bed, Zhou Yi's mind drifted to the thought of Hongshu—her voluptuous figure, her intoxicating fragrance.
Just as he was about to go in search of her, he noticed a lone figure in the garden, clad in pristine white, standing quietly beneath the moonlight.
Bathed in the silvery glow, she looked like a celestial goddess descended from the heavens.
"Nangong Pushe."
Zhou Yi's eyes lit up as he strode forward. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her soft, curvaceous body from behind.
"Who?!"
Nangong Pushe gasped in shock, struggling instinctively—only to find that her resistance was utterly futile.
"It's me."
Zhou Yi rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, his warm breath caressing her ear.
His hot breath brushed against her fair cheeks, sending a flush of crimson across her porcelain skin.
"With such a beautiful night, wouldn't it be lonely to admire the moon alone?"
"What do you want?" Nangong Pushe asked coldly.
"I want…"
"You—mmph…"
Before she could finish, Zhou Yi silenced her with action.
She tried to push him away, but his hold was unyielding, as immovable as a mountain.
She thought of Zhou Yi's unmatched power in Beiliang's palace, his invincible might.
Resistance was meaningless.
If she could not resist—
Then she might as well accept it.
Besides, she understood all too well—
From the moment she was taken here, her fate had already been sealed.
Unless she chose death.
But she wouldn't.
She still had a goal.
She wanted revenge for her mother.
And only Zhou Yi could help her achieve it.
"…Not here."
Finally finding a moment to breathe, Nangong Pushe inhaled deeply, her delicate legs pressing together, her mesmerizing eyes filled with a pleading look.
Zhou Yi lifted her into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
The moonlight shimmered, reflecting off the dewdrops on the ground, as if it had just rained.
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