Daughter of the Night Empyrean

Daughter of the Night Empyrean . . . 

Qin Wentian turned his gaze towards Ye Qianyu, who stood beside him, and spoke, "Palace mistress, I find myself in utter bewilderment."

Indeed, the extravagant luxury before him was something that even immortal emperors might only dream of experiencing. Yet, Ye Qianyu had bestowed upon him this grand cultivation platform merely because she had observed his seven astral souls. It left him deeply puzzled.

"Starting today, you may freely enter and exit my private palace. This cultivation platform is for your use. Feel free to try it out," Ye Qianyu announced with a warm smile.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by guilt. He replied, "Junior feels unworthy of such a generous gift."

"The cultivation platform is already constructed, and what's spent is already spent. Whether you use it or not is entirely up to you. Don't worry; I won't use this as an excuse to compel you to become a bandit. If you are unwilling, you needn't participate," Ye Qianyu reassured him gently. With that, she moved ahead, making her way to the peak of the mountain, from where one could enjoy a panoramic view of Heavenly City.

As he watched her retreating figure, Qin Wentian couldn't help but sense the underlying loneliness emanating from her. He sighed and redirected his gaze towards the cultivation platform. Taking a deep breath, he entered it and commenced his cultivation.

A seven-colored light enveloped him as boundless law energy descended from the heavens. The intensity of the law fluctuations was so immense that the surrounding space trembled. Astral light rained down upon him, penetrating his body. He released his astral souls and used them to absorb the energy. In this state of intense concentration, he also sought to comprehend the laws. Through the transparent platform, he could observe the entirety of Heavenly City below, though no one outside could peer in. Immortal sense was also blocked.

Deep in his cultivation, Qin Wentian truly grasped the astonishing abundance of resources in the Supreme Ancient Immortal Realms. This was just the beginning; he couldn't help but wonder how major powers nurtured their young talents here. What kind of prodigies could they produce?

With these optimal conditions, Qin Wentian set his mind on reaching the peak of the immortal king realm, fully restoring his past cultivation level. Only then would he feel sufficiently secure to explore the Supreme Ancient Immortal Realms.

Ye Qianyu would frequently visit the platform to cultivate as well. Sometimes, she would sit at the mountain's summit, savoring wine alone or bathing in the nearby lakes. Luckily, Qin Wentian was entirely focused on his practice, or he would have undoubtedly been distracted.

After a while, the Barbarian Emperor could no longer contain himself and sought an audience with Ye Qianyu in her palace, protesting her actions.

"Palace mistress, how could you do this? You established a cultivation platform in your private quarters?" The Barbarian Emperor's eyes betrayed a hint of resentment as he gazed at her regal presence.

Ye Qianyu responded coolly, "What's the matter? Why do you insist on meddling in my affairs?"

"Has he been inside since the day I left?" The Barbarian Emperor's anger was palpable as he pointed towards the interior of the palace.

"Qianyu, forgive me if my words sound impudent, but I must speak my mind," the Barbarian Emperor declared, his voice filled with emotion. Unexpectedly, a small lion suddenly materialized, its tiny form gazing silently at the interaction between the Barbarian Emperor and Ye Qianyu. With a slight shake of its head, it seemed to convey its disapproval.

As the beast mount of the Night Empyrean, the Evil Emperor was privy to the feelings of the Night Empyrean's disciple – his daughter. He knew that the Barbarian Emperor's affections for her were unrequited, and that he paled in comparison to her in many aspects.

Ye Qianyu regarded the Barbarian Emperor with an icy stare, causing his anger to gradually dissipate. He lowered his head, unable to meet her piercing gaze.

"A`mun, you may leave now. In time, you will come to understand my reasons," Ye Qianyu sighed softly. The Barbarian Emperor departed, albeit reluctantly.

With the Barbarian Emperor gone, Ye Qianyu turned her attention to Qin Wentian, who was immersed in his cultivation. A mischievous smile graced her lips as she observed the focused cultivator before her. This young man truly intrigued her.

She then walked toward the mountain's summit, leaving Qin Wentian to his practice. However, she couldn't shake the feeling of solitude that seemed to emanate from her very being.

Despite this, Qin Wentian continued to cultivate, time slipping away unnoticed. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye. When he opened his eyes once more, brilliance radiated from within him. The law energy swirled, forming an awe-inspiring aura around him. His astral souls retracted as he rose from the cultivation platform.

His gaze drifted toward the mountain peak where Ye Qianyu still lay, gazing at Heavenly City in contemplation. Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness surrounding her.

"Have you finished your seclusion?" Ye Qianyu greeted him with a charming smile, her demeanor transforming entirely. The previous loneliness had vanished, replaced by a captivating allure.

"Yes, thank you, palace mistress," Qin Wentian replied with gratitude.

"Please, take a seat." Ye Qianyu gestured for him to sit opposite her. Over time, Qin Wentian had come to realize that this enigmatic woman wasn't as formidable as he initially thought. Her treatment of him was remarkably benevolent, leaving him unsure of how to respond.

"Your cultivation speed is astonishing. At your current peak-stage of the immortal king realm, you should have no difficulty contending with initial-stage immortal emperors," Ye Qianyu observed, her captivating eyes locked onto him. His progress was nothing short of extraordinary, and he had broken through much earlier but had not yet emerged from seclusion.

"I believe I should be able to hold my own," Qin Wentian affirmed.

"I can't help but wonder why I treat you so well," Qin Wentian ventured to ask, perplexed by her exceptional kindness.

"If you can't comprehend it, there's no need to strain yourself trying," Ye Qianyu replied nonchalantly.

"Nevertheless, I genuinely don't know how to repay your kindness," Qin Wentian sighed, his gratitude evident.

"Why don't you offer yourself to me and become my husband?" Ye Qianyu's eyes, like pools of water, seemed capable of ensnaring one's very soul. She gazed at him with an air of sensuality, her words heavy with suggestion. Qin Wentian, caught in her mesmerizing gaze, smiled wryly. "Palace mistress, if you continue tempting me like this, I might truly lose control."

"Oh? Then don't control yourself," Ye Qianyu teased, her laughter musical. "Just so you know, I'm still a virgin."

Qin Wentian's face contorted with bewilderment. He couldn't help but recall the devilish princess he had encountered in the Myriad Devil Islands. That devilish female had been exceptionally powerful, leaving him helpless. However, the enchanting figure before him surpassed the devilish princess in every aspect – beauty, physique, demeanor, and charm.

"I dare not," Qin Wentian replied with a bitter smile.

"You don't dare? So, what you're saying is you want to but lack the courage?" Ye Qianyu playfully teased, causing Qin Wentian to feign a hasty escape.

"Is it because of your senior sister?" Ye Qianyu suddenly inquired.

Qin Wentian shook his head, turning his gaze toward the distant horizon. Despite the grandeur of this city, his thoughts were inexorably drawn to Qing'er and Qingcheng.

Qing'er, with her shimmering silver hair, and Qingcheng, with eyes that had lost their vitality, were both waiting for him in the Azure Mystic Immortal Realms. With the longing for his wives in his heart, Qin Wentian's emotions remained as tranquil as a serene lake.

Observing the calmness of Qin Wentian's demeanor, Ye Qianyu's eyes sparkled with intrigue. Clearly, Qin Wentian harbored untold stories.

"Would you care for a drink or two?" Ye Qianyu asked.

"Of course," Qin Wentian agreed. Ye Qianyu waved her hand, producing a jar of fragrant wine, and poured two cups. She spoke in a gentle tone, "This marks the first time I've poured wine for a man."

"Thank you, palace mistress." Qin Wentian raised his cup in a toast before they both drained their cups.

The wine was potent, causing a fiery sensation and warmth to course through Qin Wentian's entire body. He hadn't anticipated that Ye Qianyu would be so fond of such strong liquor.

"My surname is Ye, which also signifies 'Night.' Not many people know my full surname," Ye Qianyu shared after a few cups. Her cheeks had taken on a slight flush, enhancing her beauty. She then inquired, "Have you heard of the Night Empyrean?"

"No," Qin Wentian replied with a shake of his head.

"You're not from the territories under the Jialan Monarch's jurisdiction," Ye Qianyu remarked, as though she could see through Qin Wentian. She continued, "The Night Empyrean is a legendary bandit who once roamed freely in the Lifire Empyrean's territory. Even the Lifire Empyrean couldn't apprehend him. Eventually, the Lifelong Realmlord got wind of the situation and sent reinforcements to aid the Lifire Empyrean. Together, they managed to subdue the Night Empyrean, annihilating the majority of his family and subordinates in the process."

Qin Wentian's heart trembled, and he sensed where this was leading.

"I am Ye Qianyu, the daughter of the Night Empyrean," she revealed, confirming Qin Wentian's suspicion. His heart raced. If he divulged this information, Ye Qianyu would undoubtedly meet a grim fate. Yet, she had willingly disclosed her identity to him.

"The vast immortal realms are divided into various domains governed by superpowers. They control all cultivation resources, and those who don't submit are categorized as unaffiliated cultivators. Those who defy orders and seize resources for themselves are branded as bandits. How oppressive, don't you think?" Ye Qianyu spoke with a cold tone as Qin Wentian refilled her wine glass. She continued, "But the world has always been this way. The strong dictate, and the weak comply. Their words become the law of the land. When you eventually reach the pinnacle, you'll be no different. Those who comply with you will live, and those who oppose you will perish."

Ye Qianyu continued to drink as she spoke. Qin Wentian sighed inwardly. There was truly no distinction between black and white, only a matter of who held more power. The stronger party was inherently deemed righteous, while the weaker was labeled a bandit.

"My father discovered a mine years ago and hired miners to excavate it. Subsequently, an Empyrean took control of the mine and gifted it to the Realmlord. Wasn't that an act of plunder? Were they not the bandits they so vehemently condemned?" Ye Qianyu narrated bitterly. Qin Wentian refilled her glass as she recounted her story.

"Afterward, as my father grew stronger, he became the infamous bandit. Now, I've chosen to follow in his footsteps," Ye Qianyu admitted as she reclined on the ground. Her alluring figure lay casually, and she seemed unaware of the captivating posture she struck.

"Do you believe I'm telling you all this to seduce you, to keep you by my side, and eventually have you avenge me once you grow stronger?" Ye Qianyu suddenly turned to Qin Wentian, her cheeks flushed. Her seductive demeanor was captivating.

"I dare not entertain such thoughts," Qin Wentian replied earnestly. "With your beauty, even Empyreans might fall under your spell. While I acknowledge my talent isn't lacking, I dare not assume that my current self can compare to those Empyreans."

"Hehe," Ye Qianyu giggled. "You're mistaken. I'm seducing you precisely. If you truly wished to harm me, I might not resist."

Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. This vixen was utterly ruthless!