That night, the senior brothers from the construction hall managed to finish building the bamboo houses as promised.
When they learned that these fairies were all Ye Yu’s Dao companions, their eyes lit up with envy.
Some were even so shocked that their Dao hearts nearly shattered.
They wanted to seek out Ye Yu, the “Romance Grandmaster of Azure Cloud Sect,” to become his disciples and learn his skills.
Too powerful!
First, there was the saintess Yun Roumu, then came Empress Li Ruowang of the Great Qian Dynasty, along with Yun Wuci, the sect master of Guiyuan Sect.
Now, even without counting Yun Roumu, there were nine Dao companions gathered on Wuzhi Peak. (Including Lin Miaoxue, that made exactly nine.)
Each one was a peerless beauty, as if heavenly maidens had descended to the mortal world.
No one could figure out where Ye Yu managed to find so many goddesses.
It was simply beyond belief.
Moreover, if it was just that his Dao companions were beautiful, that would be one thing. But the most impressive part was— Ye Yu, a model among men, could maintain balance among all nine women, allowing them to live together in harmony.
That was the real feat.
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it.
Some even suspected— had Ye Yu used some sort of technique on the women?
Otherwise, how could they all gather here so willingly?
Of course, that was just the fantasy of a few envious people.
Most still believed— this was simply the result of Ye Yu’s prowess as the “Romance Grandmaster.”
The twenty-something senior brothers from the construction hall had already made up their minds. When they returned, they would prepare a grand gift as an offering to Ye Yu.
No matter what, they had to learn a few tricks from him.
Forget about pride. This was about their future happiness!
What use was pride? Persistence was the true skill!
After the disciples from the construction hall finished building the bamboo houses and left, Wuzhi Peak welcomed new visitors.
Luo Ze, the sect master of Azure Cloud Sect.
When he saw Li Ruowang, Yun Wuci, Bu Lingfei, Gan Zhizui, and the others, he wasn’t too surprised. He had met these women before.
Moreover, outside of Zhenmo Mountain, if not for their intervention, the heads of the five sacred lands of the Central Continent would likely have been replaced by now.
It was a debt of life-saving gratitude. How could Luo Ze ever forget?
However, when it came to Ruan Lianyue, Zuo Yingchun, Su Yao, and Lin Miaoxue, this was his first time seeing them.
After using his spiritual sense to observe them, the brows of Azure Cloud Sect’s leader furrowed even deeper.
What kind of monster did his senior sister take in?
Not only were Ye Yu’s Dao companions stunningly beautiful, but each one had tremendous power. Most of them were at least in the Tribulation Crossing stage.
Among the newly arrived women, there was even one who was more terrifying— Luo Ze couldn’t even gauge her cultivation level.
When his spiritual sense approached, it was instantly cut off by a sharp and terrifying sword aura. Immediately after, his entire being was locked onto by an overwhelming presence.
Luckily, Luo Ze had not shown any hostility. Otherwise— he might have been in serious danger by now.
Even so, Luo Ze could still feel it— the surrounding sword intent was continuously gathering, as if warning him to leave quickly.
Or else, he’d be killed without mercy.
This realization left a bitter feeling in Luo Ze’s heart.
Who could understand his situation?
As the leader of a sacred land, he was being driven out on his own turf!
If word got out, this would likely become the biggest joke in the Central Continent in the last ten thousand years!
Fortunately— just when Luo Ze found himself in a dilemma, Ye Yu leapt down from the Wuzhi Peak and landed right in front of him.
“Sect Master, may I ask why you’ve come here so late at night? Is there something urgent?”
Ye Yu blinked, his mind racing.
Could it be— this old man had come because of the women on Wuzhi Peak?
It made sense.
One Ascension-stage cultivator, five Tribulation-stage cultivators, and three Integration-stage cultivators— such a terrifying lineup could easily overthrow the entire Azure Cloud sacred land.
As the sect master, Luo Ze would naturally come to ask questions.
But Gan Zhizui, Ruan Lianyue, Su Yao, and the others had only just arrived. There was no way Ye Yu could send them away, right?
As he pondered over how to respond— Luo Ze’s next words threw Ye Yu off balance.
“I came to check on things, and to ask you one question—what are you planning to do about Yun Roumu?”
When Luo Ze said this, he felt a bit helpless.
He had already made his stance very clear before— he was absolutely against Yun Roumu and Ye Yu being together.
The reason was simple. Ye Yu had far too many rumored Dao companions. If Yun Roumu really got involved with him, she’d never receive his full love.
Luo Ze feared Yun Roumu would be wronged.
And as time passed— everything unfolded just as Luo Ze had predicted.
Ye Yu’s Dao companions kept increasing. Just two days ago, more of them had come straight to his doorstep.
Eight—there were now a total of eight!
And every one of them possessed earth-shattering strength. Several of them were even stronger than Luo Ze.
The arrival of such powerful cultivators— how could Luo Ze not be aware? But once he confirmed that they were Ye Yu’s Dao companions, he didn’t interfere.
After all, no matter what, based on seniority, Ye Yu was Luo Ze’s martial nephew.
As a martial uncle, how could he stop his martial nephew’s Dao companions from visiting?
In fact, at times, Luo Ze even felt quite envious of Ye Yu. Nine women gathered around him—he was truly living the dream.
This only strengthened Luo Ze’s resolve: he couldn’t let Yun Roumu join them.
With ten women vying for attention, her chances of winning would be too slim.
Moreover, if there were ever any quarrels, and the women decided to fight, Yun Roumu, being the one with the lowest cultivation level, would surely suffer.
It must be said, Luo Ze’s fatherly instincts had considered every angle.
But alas, some things can’t be talked out of so easily.
Originally, Luo Ze had been handling sect affairs in the main hall, when the head of the Alchemy Hall, Cao Lang’an, hurried over in a panic.
Luo Ze found it odd. Cao Lang’an was usually a composed man. Why was he so frantic today?
So, he asked what had happened.
Without wasting any time, Cao Lang’an dragged Luo Ze to the alchemy room.
There— they saw Yun Roumu frantically grabbing handfuls of pills from the dual cultivation section.
Cao Lang’an, speaking with great concern, said to Luo Ze: “Sect Master, you must talk some sense into the Saintess. It’s one thing to take a little of these for some fun, but if she takes too much, it could be fatal.”
Luo Ze’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
Why was she taking that kind of pill?
Was it one of them who couldn’t hold their ground?
No, wait!
Had they really gotten together?
Luo Ze’s heart felt like it was bleeding.
Such matters were quite sensitive, and he didn’t want to say too much.
But he couldn’t just stand by and watch a tragedy unfold.
Grabbing handfuls of pills? At that dosage, death was certain!
Luo Ze slowly approached, but before he could say a word, he heard Yun Roumu muttering to herself: “No, this isn’t enough; I need to take more. If Ye Yu doesn’t fall for me, all this effort will be for nothing.”
“Come on, Yun Roumu, with these pills, you can definitely win Ye Yu over!”
Hearing these words, Luo Ze was utterly stunned.
So it wasn’t a matter of performance.
His precious disciple had completely lost her mind—she was even planning to drug him!