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Yi Qingwu’s expression finally betrayed genuine surprise. Her red lips parted slightly as she stared at Ye Chen’s brow. A silver divine ring slowly emerged from it, expanding rapidly. Hovering above his head, it radiated silver light, repelling the Moon Palace’s invasive aura.

The ring gleamed, inscribed with natural divine patterns, exuding the majesty of the heavens. Even the Two Yi Four Symbols Array trembled under its influence, its four spirits dimming and quaking.

”Is that… the Diamond Ring?” Yi Qingwu’s voice faltered.

She knew Ye Chen had gifted a fake five-colored ring before, but she hadn’t cared. She never imagined he possessed the real thing—the authentic Diamond Ring of the Moral Heavenly Venerable, an Extreme Dao Weapon surpassing even the Moon Palace. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Ye Chen, complex emotions swirling within. She’d spoken of heaven’s favor, but hadn’t truly believed it. After all, as a prodigy, who didn’t have their share of fortune? With her many inheritances and the Moon Palace, what were Ye Chen’s opportunities compared to hers? Yet, the Diamond Ring in his hands was beyond her expectations.

Outside, Yi Qingwu’s grandmother had just smiled at the Moon Palace’s aura when another presence froze her expression—a force rivaling, even surpassing, the Moon Palace. It was terrifying. She stared at the Two Yi Four Symbols Array in disbelief, then turned to Elder Mo. ”You gave Ye Chen an Extreme Dao Weapon for protection? What is it? Could it be your Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s…”

Elder Mo’s face bore a cryptic smile, but inwardly, he was stunned. He had no idea Ye Chen possessed an Extreme Dao Weapon, let alone what it was. Seeing no answers from Mo, the grandmother turned to Elder He. ”Fellow Daoist He, what Extreme Dao Weapon is Ye Chen wielding?”

Elder He glanced awkwardly at Elder Mo, then shook his head helplessly. ”Fellow Daoist Yi, that’s a Heavenly Evolution Holy Land secret. I can’t say.”

The grandmother, usually brimming with confidence, grew solemn. Yet she still trusted Yi Qingwu. Neither could fully wield an Extreme Dao Weapon in combat—only borrow their aura for an edge. With Ye Chen’s Extreme Dao Weapon canceling out hers, it came down to strength.

Ye Chen, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, couldn’t match Qingwu’s late Deity Transformation stage, especially with her Broad Cold Immortal Physique, which could create a spiritual sense domain for a direct clash. How could Ye Chen’s spiritual sense compare?

The outcome seemed certain. Elder Mo should have been worried, but strangely, he wasn’t. Seeing Ye Chen pull out one unknown trump card after another, he felt oddly calm. His task now was to keep the three from interfering. Smiling, he produced a tea set. ”Didn’t you three want tea? I have some Enlightenment Tea, a gift from the Holy Son. Shall we try it?”

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His relaxed demeanor made the grandmother’s phoenix eyes narrow, her attention sharpening on the array. Though the Extreme Dao Weapons’ auras caused slight leaks, the array still blocked most of their senses, leaving them only vaguely aware of the battle within.

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Yi Qingwu’s surprise lasted only a moment. In an instant, her sweet smile returned, her dark hair dancing as her ivory-white figure glimmered under the moonlight. ”Ye Chen, you’ve truly surprised me… But even an Extreme Dao Weapon is just an external tool. In the cultivation world, strength is the foundation. I didn’t intend to fight you personally, but now I have no choice.”

She paused, her voice softening. ”Or, you could submit to me. Let me imprint the Broad Cold Seal on your soul, and I’ll spare your life.”

Ye Chen’s wealth stirred her heart. His background—a minor clan—had been thoroughly investigated. Yet he’d risen to possess unimaginable spirit stones and such profound resources. Even Yi Qingwu couldn’t deny he seemed favored by heaven. She wanted him as a servant, a tool to secure her path to immortality.

Standing beneath the Diamond Ring, Ye Chen felt the clashing auras of their Extreme Dao Weapons. He smirked. ”You’ve played all your cards, and that’s it? You may be someone else’s fiancée, but I don’t mind a tarnished flower. Kneel and submit to me, and I’ll spare you.”

Yi Qingwu didn’t bristle at his words, instead offering a faint smile. ”It seems defeating common foes like Yao Gu and my Holy Land’s two legacy disciples has given you too much confidence. Today, I’ll show you what a true prodigy is. Before my Broad Cold Immortal Physique, even your Heavy Pupils will pale.”

Her hair fluttered as she spoke, her peerless beauty radiating an undeniable authority, as if she were a goddess issuing a divine decree. Ye Chen nodded, feigning agreement. ”Submit? I wouldn’t mind serving you day and night, Divine Maiden. But won’t the Holy Son be upset?” His eyes blazed with divine light, chaos qi swirling as he peered at her figure.

Yi Qingwu’s phoenix eyes narrowed, moonlight bursting from her to block his gaze. Anger finally flickered in her expression. Her body glowed with crystalline light, forming armor that covered her, leaving only her hands, feet, and neck exposed—likely to thwart his Heavy Pupils. The armor couldn’t conceal her graceful figure, clinging like a second skin, exuding a unique allure. She transformed into a valiant war goddess.

Raising her hand, she summoned a terrifying full moon infused with a wisp of the Moon Palace’s lunar essence, amplified by her physique’s divine power. It surpassed the Twelve Stars Formation’s divine light and even the combined might of the Four Sacred Beasts, radiating overwhelming destructive force. ”Ye Chen, you’ve begun to disgust me. I retract my offer of a seal. Rest in peace.”

Her voice remained ethereal and gentle, starkly contrasting her murderous aura, as if pronouncing his doom. Ye Chen’s expression turned serious. Yi Qingwu was indeed the most formidable opponent he’d ever faced, worthy of her title as the foremost female cultivator. But in his eyes, she was merely that—nothing more.

As the moon descended, Ye Chen’s blood qi surged skyward. He threw a punch, meeting it with raw physical might. His arm trembled, faint cracks appearing, but they healed instantly. The moon shattered in a chaotic explosion.

Golden wings sprouted from Ye Chen’s back. Moving at blinding speed, he closed in on Yi Qingwu, his fist aimed at her breathtakingly beautiful face.