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Shen Yu nodded in agreement. ”That works. If we confirm it, I’ll hang back at first, paddling on the sidelines until the perfect moment. Then I’ll land the fatal blow with the Heaven-Deceiving Divine Art.”

The Divine Silkworm Clan Leader’s face darkened further. Even with near-certain proof, he still refused a direct confrontation? He felt utterly helpless. How had his clan produced such an absurdly cautious prodigy?

Shen Yu, however, felt no shame. Even his talk of ambush had been mere lip service to placate the Clan Leader. In his view, even if the Heavenly Emperor heir’s cave heaven had been drained dry. Who knew what other hidden cards he held? Better to let others test the waters.

He would never strike until the Heavenly Emperor’s heir lay dead. He would conceal himself with the Heaven-Deceiving Divine Art and simply observe. Once the man fell, he would ambush the other prodigies and snatch the spoils from them. That was the optimal path.

…

It wasn’t only the Divine Silkworm Clan. Throughout the Myriad Races Immortal City, many great clans grew restless, plotting ways to deal with Ye Chen. Their prodigies, upon learning the situation, gleamed with ambition. This generation’s Heavenly Emperor heir stood as the strongest. His every gesture echoed the demeanor of the ancient Heavenly Emperor. Slaying him would resound throughout the cultivation world. Not to mention the vast treasures likely hidden in his cave heaven—perhaps even a portion of the Heavenly Emperor’s vault. The Enlightenment Tea Tree might reside there too. Who could resist such temptation?

Yet Ye Chen’s deliberate flicker of weakness as he departed felt overly staged. It bred hesitation. They feared he was fishing—baiting them into a trap. Or perhaps employing an empty fort strategy—making his performance deliberately poor to sow doubt, preventing bold action. And missing this singular opportunity.

Thus, they all turned their attention to the auction scheduled for the following month. They planned to offer items related to cave heaven restoration and origin recovery—to probe Ye Chen. Such treasures were rare. But as clans with legacies stretching millions of years, they could unearth one or two with effort…

If the Heavenly Emperor heir truly had been drained dry, he would desperately need them. This move would not only test him. It would also allow them to harvest him richly first! After all, countless great clans coveted him. Whatever they earned now was truly theirs…

”Brother, let me change back! This form feels so strange.”

Yao Yuezhi murmured shyly. But Ye Chen’s voice rang firm with excitement. ”It’s the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Form I want!”

Yao Yuezhi’s delicate face filled with resentment. Yet she couldn’t bear to deny him. She could only shoot him an indulgent glance. Once they returned to the Heavenly Demon clan’s encampment, Ye Chen eagerly pulled her into his cave abode.

Yao Yuezhi felt a mix of bashfulness and anticipation. Finally, she and Brother would create a child. But to her surprise, the usually decisive Ye Chen dawdled endlessly, refusing to get to the main event. He truly couldn’t get enough of her Ancestral Form.

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This…

Though his actions proved he adored every version of her, and introduced her to many new techniques, savoring even more of her origin.

Yao Yuezhi still ground her silver teeth in frustration, feeling he was utterly wicked. Meanwhile, Ye Chen made a novel discovery.Yao Yuezhi tasted different in her normal state versus the Ancestral Form.

In her usual form, she resembled premium black tea—clear, sweet, and fragrant. In Ancestral Form, she evoked fine green tea—initially less sweet, yet leaving a profound, lingering aftertaste moments later. Her towering height of two meters three also gave Ye Chen, for the first time, the thrill of driving a massive vehicle. Truly a fresh experience.

…

When everything concluded, Yao Yuezhi glared at him in embarrassed annoyance. ”Brother, how can you be so bad?”

But a sudden thought struck her. Could Brother feel unworthy of her current self—that’s why he refused to fully claim her? The more she pondered, the more plausible it seemed. Gazing at his strikingly handsome face, her eyes reddened once more. Before she could speak, Ye Chen wiped his mouth and produced ten spiritual plants, presenting them to her.

”Yuezhi, your cave heaven has only just formed. Don’t indulge too much in this. Your cave heaven spans a hundred thousand li—vast and empty. Plant these in your space!”

Yao Yuezhi stared at the plants in his hand—dark and lustrous, their surfaces flickering with deep blue flame patterns that danced like living fire. Her pupils contracted sharply.

Nether Flame Lotuses were top-grade spiritual plants, wondrous for cultivating yin-cold or fire techniques. Each bloom yielded a trace of Nether Flame origin. Accumulate enough, refine true Nether Flame, and fuse it into oneself—for massive gains in battle, pill refining, or artifact forging.

They could also reshape cave heaven terrain. Where planted, magma gradually formed, potentially evolving into volcanoes over time. The richer and more lifelike a cave heaven’s environment, the deeper its foundation. A supreme treasure in the eyes of third- and fourth-heaven cultivators. Exclusive to the Underworld God Holy Land. Only a dozen or so leaked out annually—priceless, snatched madly by cultivators. And now Brother gave her all ten? Brother truly cared for her deeply.

Yao Yuezhi grew even more touched. She wanted to make things clear with Ye Chen. She would never disdain him just because he had weakened. She was willing to give him everything. Yet she feared that spelling it out would wound his pride.

After a moment’s hesitation, she chose another path. With her strength and the new techniques learned from Brother this time. Next time she entered his cave abode, if she took the initiative more boldly, he surely couldn’t refuse. Everything would fall into place naturally. No need for words.

Thus, Yao Yuezhi nodded earnestly. The Nether Flame Lotuses, once removed from their box, needed immediate transplanting. She knew her priorities. She headed straight into seclusion. But before leaving, she planted a sweet kiss on Ye Chen’s cheek. At that instant, the system prompt rang in his mind.

”Congratulations, Host. Gift successfully bestowed.”

”Gift: Ten Nether Flame Lotuses”

”Feedback initiating…”

”Six-thousand-fold amplification in progress…”

”Detected: The gift holds immense importance to the recipient, triggering intense emotional resonance…”

”Maximum critical reward activated…”

”Reward: Ten Thousand Nine Hells Nether Flame Lotuses”

Ye Chen stared in astonishment at the feedback. He hadn’t expected this to trigger a maximum critical hit. His little tea princess was simply too reliable. And ten thousand Nine Hells Nether Flame Lotuses left him thoroughly satisfied. Legend held that aside from one plant in the Nether God Holy Land. All others had gone extinct. Their effects surpassed ordinary Nether Flame Lotuses by a thousandfold—an unimaginable gap. To receive ten thousand at once was pure profit.