"Truly terrifying!"
In an inconspicuous corner, Mo Jingtian, Emperor of the Great Flame (Yan) Empire, watched the grand spectacle before him, his heart filled with awe.
"Though I've long known that the Great Flame Empire is but a small place in the vast world, only today have I truly witnessed how immense the outside world is!"
Lin Fan, patriarch of the Lin Clan, one of the four great families of the Great Flame Empire, sighed in admiration. Though his clan held a prestigious position within the empire, here, they were utterly insignificant.
The other major factions of the empire—Wang Clan, Qin Clan, and the Huangpu Clan—had all arrived as well.
With their proximity, they could not miss the chance to witness Zhou Yi's grand wedding.
Under the gaze of countless spectators, Zhou Yi descended from the sky, accompanied by Han Yue, Han Xue, Ye Xinlan, Hu Jia, Liu Fei, Xue Ni, Mentor Ruolin, Tang Huo'er, and Lu Man.
Zhou Yi stood with a graceful and refined presence, his transcendent demeanor like that of an immortal.
Han Yue, Ruo Lin, and the others each possessed their own unique charm, mesmerizing countless onlookers with their beauty.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, the wedding ceremony concluded, and Han Yue, Ruo Lin, and the other brides were escorted to the bridal chambers.
Zhou Yi then began to entertain the guests.
In a private chamber, Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao, and Ling Qingzhu sat together, enjoying their feast.
Ying Huanhuan cast a glance at the nine brides being led to the bridal chambers, then turned her gaze to Ling Qingzhu's elegant and graceful figure. With a mischievous smile, she asked:
"Senior Sister Qingzhu, Zhou Yi is about to enter the bridal chambers with nine wives. How do you feel about that?"
Ling Qingzhu, her expression as calm and aloof as ever, looked at Ying Huanhuan indifferently and replied:
"Why should I feel anything? It's not like I need to be with him every moment."
She then added, her voice unwavering:
"If you're so curious, I'll have him marry you next and make you my little sister. How about that?"
"Hmph! Who wants to marry him?" Ying Huanhuan huffed, crossing her arms.
However, the moment Zhou Yi's striking, otherworldly image flashed in her mind, a blush crept onto her fair cheeks. Yet, she didn't completely reject the notion.
Perhaps even she hadn't realized the subtle change in her own thoughts.
But Ling Qingzhu and Ying Xiaoxiao had both noticed it.
Ling Qingzhu's lips curved slightly. It seemed she had just spoken a prophecy that would soon come true.
Having lived in Zhou Manor for some time, she was well aware of Zhou Yi's tendencies.
He had little interest in most things, except for one—taking wives and raising a family.
Ever since Zhou Yi had arrived in Wu Tan City, how much time had passed?
And yet, he had already gathered nearly all the most beautiful women of the Jia Ma Empire and even the Dou Qi Continent into his fold.
At this rate, the beauties of the Tianxuan Continent would not escape his grasp either.
As for the sisters Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan, both from a supreme sect?
There was no way he would let them go.
Could he succeed?
Ling Qingzhu felt that the chances were quite high.
She had personally experienced Zhou Yi's charm. Coupled with his unrivaled strength, marrying them was only a matter of time.
While they discussed Zhou Yi, he had already finished entertaining the guests and was now heading toward the bridal chambers with an unhurried grace.
His first stop was Instructor Ruo Lin's room.
Lifting the bridal veil, he beheld the gentle and tender woman who could melt a man's heart like flowing water. He gently pulled her into his embrace.
"Husband…"
Ruo Lin's delicate face blushed, her shyness overwhelming yet enchanting. Her soft and tender voice, carrying a charm capable of intoxicating the soul, caused even Zhou Yi to momentarily lose focus.
"Instructor Ruo Lin, you are truly beautiful."
Zhou Yi gazed deeply into her eyes.
Her lovely face was adorned with a warm smile, her shimmering gaze gentle and affectionate. The way she looked at Zhou Yi felt like a clear stream quietly flowing through his heart, pulling him into its depths.
The figure in his arms, full and exquisite, exuded a mature charm refined by the passage of time—an allure far beyond that of youthful innocence.
"Husband, are you still calling me Instructor Ruo Lin?"
Ruolin pouted playfully, her eyes as soft as rippling water.
She was the very embodiment of the phrase 'a woman as gentle as water'.
"I like calling my wife Instructor Ruo Lin."
Zhou Yi chuckled, lowering his head to plant a soft kiss on her smooth, fair forehead.
Ruo Lin's shyness deepened.
She was no naive young girl; she understood Zhou Yi's meaning perfectly.
As an instructor at Jia Nan Academy, she had long noticed the fervent gazes of many young students, eyes filled with admiration and an unspoken yearning.
It was natural—young men often admired women who were older and more mature.
Some might call it mature woman admiration.
But she never expected that even someone like Zhou Yi, a man above all others, would have such a penchant.
Indeed, men would always be boys at heart.
"Instructor Ruo Lin, let us drink this cup together."
Zhou Yi lifted two cups of wine, handing one to her.
They drank in unison.
With a crisp smash, Zhou Yi casually tossed his cup to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
Then, without hesitation, he scooped Ruo Lin into his arms.
The night was tranquil and romantic, filled with warmth.
Meanwhile, beneath the starry sky, a slender figure cloaked in a flowing green robe flitted across the rooftops like a specter.
After a while, the figure stopped on a particular rooftop, peering cautiously through a narrow gap like a thief.
She was a striking beauty with a natural allure akin to Queen Medusa.
Of course, she was not Queen Medusa but Xiao Qing—the unexpected bonus gift.
Xiao Qing had always been fascinated by human weddings and bridal chambers.
Tonight, her curiosity had gotten the better of her.
However, as she continued watching, her long, supple legs pressed tightly together, shifting uneasily.
A strange and unfamiliar impulse took root within her, growing stronger by the moment.
She felt an overwhelming urge to go down there.
"Xiao Qing."
A soft, ethereal voice suddenly echoed in her mind, startling her so much that she nearly cried out.
Hurriedly, she retreated from the rooftop and landed in a secluded courtyard.
A peerlessly elegant woman dressed in white stood there with a serene expression—it was Bai Suzhen.
"Sister!"
Lowering her head and tugging at her sleeves like a guilty child, Xiao Qing whispered in a meek voice.
"You're getting bolder by the day. How dare you spy on Young Master Zhou? Do you not realize his strength surpasses even mine? Not to mention, this entire estate is his domain—do you think you can hide from him?"
Bai Suzhen's reprimand was gentle yet firm.
Xiao Qing hurriedly admitted her mistake.
But as Bai Suzhen lectured her, Xiao Qing's mind wandered back to the scene she had just witnessed.
Lying in bed that night, unable to sleep, Xiao Qing clutched her blanket, her thoughts in turmoil.
She had always been drawn to Zhou Yi's boundless allure.
And now…
The Pandora's Box in her heart had been opened.
"One day, I'll go find Zhou Yi myself and see what happens…"
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