Miao Yu Palace.

The Holy Immortal Sanmiao Fairy, who countless men dream about, lay lazily on the bed, with no image to maintain.

The sun rose in the east, like a scarlet fireball slowly ascending.

Sanmiao Fairy’s jade-like translucent body appeared as flawless as a transparent gem under the hazy sunlight, her entire form shining with a faint radiance.

Her hair was disheveled, her face as beautiful as a flower, her flushed, rosy complexion resembling a peony after a spring rain, charming and seductive beyond measure.

"Miao’Er!"

An alluring mature voice suddenly sounded, exceptionally pleasing to the ear, as if coming from the heavens.

A voluptuous figure in red condensed before the bed, her long, flowing red dress dancing, her feathers shimmering, like a Celestial Palace Goddess descending to the world, captivating and unparalleled.

"Master!"

Sanmiao Fairy was both surprised and delighted, yet ashamed; her current state was truly embarrassing.

As she was about to rise to pay her respects, the Miao Yu Palace Master had already seated herself beside the bed, gently pressing Sanmiao Fairy’s snow-white shoulder with her delicate hand like spring onions.

"No need for formalities!"

The Miao Yu Palace Master smiled charmingly, with myriad expressions like the blooming of a hundred flowers, possessing a charm indescribable by any language.

She seemed like an unrivaled beauty born from spring water, with icy flesh and jade bones, voluptuously graceful and maturely alluring.

No matter how steadfast the hero might be, upon seeing her, they would surely have their hearts flutter, feeling their pulse like a drum, longing to bow beneath her skirts.

She was the Palace Master of Miao Yu Palace.

A Martial Arts Emperor.

And currently the sole Martial Emperor of Miao Yu Palace.

The most outstanding disciple in the million-year history of Miao Yu Palace.

Miao Yu Palace was founded by the Six Desires Fairy who ascended as a divine being.

In the past, it was immensely powerful.

Though no Great Emperor had appeared since the Six Desires Fairy.

There were once several Martial Arts Emperors overseeing the palace.

But now...

Only the Miao Yu Palace Master remained as a Martial Emperor.

The glint in the Miao Yu Palace Master’s eyes shifted, her delicate fingers gently caressing the snow-white shoulder of Sanmiao Fairy, brushing over the charming and sensual collarbone marked with hickeys.

Her gaze fell, sweeping over the ample bosom.

The once flat abdomen was now slightly rounded.

Sanmiao Fairy looked at her master, eyes filled with confusion and great shyness.

Her body was still covered with Zhou Chen’s traces.

Even the gift Zhou Chen had given her...

"You seem to have had a lot of fun."

The Miao Yu Palace Master looked at Sanmiao Fairy, smiling with mischief.

"Master..."

Sanmiao Fairy whimpered, utterly shy.

Whish!

The Miao Yu Palace Master suddenly waved her delicate hand, and the gift Zhou Chen had given Sanmiao Fairy flew into her pale jade hand.

The Miao Yu Palace Master examined it closely.

"This little guy has quite the skills in artifact refining."

It was a Divine Weapon, and the Miao Yu Palace Master commented: "Its workmanship is exquisite, of extraordinary quality, almost like half a King Divine Weapon."

This was the Divine Weapon Zhou Chen had refined most often, growing more adept each time, and its quality naturally kept improving.

Sanmiao Fairy lowered her head, not daring to meet the Miao Yu Palace Master’s eyes.

The gift still carried Zhou Chen’s aura.

"Miao’Er, do you think this little scoundrel is really that impressive?"

The Miao Yu Palace Master studied the Divine Weapon, its surface etched with intricate, unfathomable patterns.

Sanmiao Fairy’s heart stirred as she suddenly understood her master’s intentions.

No wonder her master was interested in the Divine Weapon Zhou Chen had given her.

It turned out the true interest was not the weapon itself, but Zhou Chen.

After all, what kind of Divine Weapon hadn’t her master seen?

Clearly, her intentions were elsewhere, cherishing the beauty of the scenery.

"This..."

Sanmiao Fairy was at a loss for words; she had awakened her Six Desires Emperor Bloodline thanks to Zhou Chen, something the Miao Yu Palace Master knew fully well, without needing further elaboration.

"I’ll know as soon as I try!"

The Miao Yu Palace Master smiled, gazing at the Divine Weapon in her hand.

"Master..."

Sanmiao Fairy’s eyes widened.

The Miao Yu Palace Master concentrated carefully.

Sanmiao Fairy watched curiously, noticing her master’s beautiful brows furrow slightly.

"Master, what is it?"

Sanmiao Fairy couldn’t help but ask.

"Though it surpasses common goods, helping someone awaken a bloodline is impossible."

The Miao Yu Palace Master pondered.

"Then how did I and others awaken?"

Sanmiao Fairy was puzzled.

"I said by itself, it couldn’t help one awaken. Never said that little scoundrel couldn’t. Just like medicine and catalyst together make a supreme Spirit Elixir, while separate, they’re nothing!"

With that, the Miao Yu Palace Master vanished.

"Mas..."

Sanmiao Fairy had just opened her mouth, and the Miao Yu Palace Master had already disappeared.

"The original object is returned!"

The Miao Yu Palace Master’s voice echoed in her ears, not giving Sanmiao Fairy time to react, Zhou Chen’s gift had already returned to her side.

Thinking about the Miao Yu Palace Master’s last words, medicine and catalyst...

"So Zhou Chen’s Spiritual Liquid alone can’t awaken a bloodline; it needs Zhou Chen as the catalyst..."

"Does Master also want to awaken the Six Desires Emperor Bloodline?"

Although the Great Emperor Bloodline is of limited use to a Martial Emperor, every stone from other hills can be chiseled into jade, especially when inherited, its value is significant.

No Martial Emperor had sought Zhou Chen to awaken them, due to their sense of dignity and lack of attraction.

"Looks like Master has come to an understanding!"

...

"Empress Master, you’re so beautiful!"

Zhou Chen had no inkling that the Miao Yu Palace Master might be eyeing his resources.

He gazed at the stunning visage of the Yaochi Empress, his heart skipping a beat.

Thump!

"Ouch!"

Zhou Chen felt a sharp pain in his head, a lump forming there, as the Empress Master’s delicate hand tapped him.

"Empress Master, my head’s swollen!"

Zhou Chen gazed at her with aggrieved eyes, looking pitiful.

"Still cheeky?"

The Yaochi Empress cast a stern glance at Zhou Chen, fully aware of his flirtatious banter.