The tea’s aftertaste lingered like moonlight on snow, just as the name suggested.
Zhao Fan’s sleeve fell across the cup as he returned it to the lacquered tray, his divine will already rippling out to suppress the talisman’s lingering aura, making it useless.
He turned his gaze upon her, who still remained calm, fathomless, as if he were peering not at a woman, but the last move of a desperate sect matriarch sacrificing her body and pride for the chance to survive the flood.
But the next moment...
[Ding! Protagonist Alert Triggered.]
[Detected Fate Thread: Hidden Bloodline; Mu Yuling.]
[Analysis: Dormant female lead aura.
Condition: Unawakened. Expected to mature within 3 weeks under Yang Kai’s influence.]
[Caution: Thread intersects Yang Kai. If unsevered, potential convergence of multiple plot fortuitous encounters.]
[Projected future: Mu Yuling obtains the Netherfrost Soul Bloom at the eastern sect treasure hunting ground, potentially awakening the Nine-Leaf Ice-Spirit Constitution.
She is likely the Dao Companion of Yang Kai.]
[Recommendation: Corrupt or assimilate target before protagonist contact...
Reward: The Shadow fist art, capable of hurting the real body by attacking the shadow. ]
[Optional path unlocked: Drag mother and daughter into karmic reversal...
[Ding! Calculating all potential paths for Yang Kai ]
Zhao Fan’s smile did not shift, but his mind turned sharp as celestial steel. A Nine-Leaf Ice-Spirit Constitution? Heaven truly plays dirty.
So, this woman is like the daughter of heaven, and the neither frost bloom that Ye Chen was originally supposed to claim will now belong to her.
"Interesting,"he murmured aloud.
Mu Shiyue flinched subtly. "Y-Young Master..."
Zhao simply raised a hand to silence her. His tone remained even.
"You have a daughter..."
Mu Shiyue froze, "How do you—"
He took a step forward, and though no killing intent rippled from his body, the sheer pressure of inevitability bled into the air like ancient scripture being inscribed on her soul.
"You gambled your body. Now gamble your bloodline... How about it, Both you and your daughter shall serve me as my maid,"
His words were not cruel, they were final. It’s an honor for both mother and daughter that they can’t even cultivate even in their nine lifetimes.
In Zhao Fan’s world, fate was no mistress. It was a chained beast, taught to kneel.
"M-My daughter?... She is in secluded meditation beneath the Azure Soul Pagoda," she whispered at last.
"It would be an honor for both me and my daughter to serve Young Master Zhao," She added and kowtowed ten times.
"If this lowly woman is allowed to speak... Our peak is in grave need, the servant named Yang Kai offended some alchemists and now we are banned from the collective group of alchemist union, I hope the Young master can save us,"
The incense in the chamber curled higher like the breath of dragons watching mortals kneel.
Zhao Fan stood unmoving, his silhouette etched in divine stillness, as if he were not man but decree.
A servant named Yang Kai?
[Ding! Calculation complete]
[Loading Yang Kai’s information...]
[Cultivation base: Second stage of Qi refining ]
[Cheat: reincarnated from the modern world, has a pocket dimension ]
[Pocket dimension: A pseudo-systematic world with a massive library, containing various cultivation techniques, spiritual art, a place to cultivate ten times faster, co-ruled by nine female Ai maids]
( it’s a sub-space where Yang Kai can cultivate faster, learn various techniques, and even practice, his maids can also do alchemy, make arrays, and can fight with each one having the strength of the second stage of the emperor realm, each one 100% loyal to Yang Kai, the master of subspace )
Ooh, What are these Ai maids?
[Ding! They are artificial intelligence without a soul and unaffected by threads of karma, they are made from metals, ]
Ooh, How disappointing.
Nonetheless, This Yang Kai seems highly dangerous if given time to grow.
A subspace where he can learn any martial arts as he wants with a huge library, and this subspace also has dense spiritual energy to make cultivation faster.
This venerable one can’t help but want to plunder that subspace...
[Ding! It’s impossible to plunder that sub-space]
Hmm... Zhao Fan simply smirked, there is nothing impossible as long as Zhao Fan wants it.
Zhao Fan snapped his finger, and a space ring descended from the mid-air.
It was a spatial pouch with a vast subspace inside it.
My Shiyue released her senses, but was shocked to see what was inside.
It was like the god of wealth had blessed her, fortune luck shining brighter than the bald head.
"There are 1,000,000 high-quality spiritual pills, 10,000 of each body cleansing pills, blood cleansing pills, foundation building pills, bone strengthening pills, vitality pills, blood restoration pills, and 10 natural golems, who are each a grade 8 alchemist," Zhao Fan without batting an eye, completely unaware of the worldly mundane things.
As someone from the upper world, Zhao Fan used to make golems that could do alchemy, array, rune-making, talisman making for him.
Perhaps, he should also make the golem as the shape of a woman, tall, and curvy, and make them wear a seductive dress.
But on second thought, it’s against the Cultural Dao Foundation, he doesn’t lack the touch of maidens for him to even think of such things.
Only the Sons of Qi, bereft of beauty’s embrace, would seek warmth from metal wombs and synthetic sighs.
Zhao Fan, who had tasted the fragrance of immortal sect mistresses, who had made widows of phoenix bloodlines moan under mortal stars, required no cold metal to accompany his bedchambers or hold his cup.
Mu Shiyue knelt lower still, her heart hammering behind her ribs like a beast begging to be tamed.
Even in the worst of days, she had not seen such wealth. Her Misty Peak, if nurtured by these treasures, could stand for thousands of years.
Also, the golem who are each a grade 8 alchemist? Far superior to Elder wang.
"Y-Young Master Zhao..." her voice quivered, part reverence, part disbelief.
"This... is far too generous..."
Zhao Fan’s gaze remained aloof. "Do not misunderstand... Raise your peak well, if I like I might as few more women as my concubine from your Misty peak,"
"Thank you for your grace... Would you like me to undress right here?" She uttered, misunderstanding him.
Yi Xin Xue’s face twitched at her word but she couldn’t do anything, like a state watching a waterfall with silence and peace.