New Milf??

As the meeting hall buzzed with chatter, an elder let out a long sigh.

"Fighting that woman will bring nothing but misfortune for the new 'Holy Son.' Even if his cultivation is equal to hers, there's no chance of victory. She's simply too talented."

Another elder nodded in agreement, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"I've even heard she's never lost a single match."

"Hah! That's pure nonsense," an elder spat venomously, his eyes flashing with jealousy.

"Do you really believe that? Not losing a single match? Even we have tasted defeat countless times!"

But he wasn't alone in this frying pan of jealousy—several others shared his sentiment, their expressions dark with resentment.

However, the Peak Master and Sect Master knew the truth. The so-called 'little girl'—the Holy Daughter of the Qingyuan Sect—was an absolute monster in battle.

Breaking the tense silence, Zi Xia spoke directly:

"Our Xia Peak will not be sending any candidate for the Holy Son position. Our disciples at her level are either in closed-door cultivation or out on important missions."

Gu Yan followed suit.

"Same for our peak. My disciples are at a critical stage in their cultivation, and I must oversee their progress."

One by one, other Peak Masters also withdrew, offering similar excuses.

It wasn't fear.

It was logic.

Why should they sacrifice their most promising disciples for a mess caused by the Sect Master's family?

The room grew heavier as murmurs spread. Elders exchanged uneasy glances, their mental walls crumbling under pressure. The Sect Master, seeing their growing panic, forced a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry," he said smoothly. "I've spoken to the Qingyuan Sect's Master. The duel was originally meant for our Holy Sons, so their Holy Daughter should not be involved. Though she refused, claiming there is no distinction between a Holy Son and a Holy Daughter, I will handle it. Trust me."

Everyone had the same thought.

"Shameless."

What kind of excuse was this? Who would dare create a distinction between Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, especially when the Qingyuan Sect had been training their Holy Daughter for years, preparing for this very duel?

But in front of the Sect Master…

"You are wise, Sect Master. That witch is being unreasonable, forcing a woman into a duel meant for Holy Sons!" an elder flattered.

"Yes, utterly unfair. They should postpone it!" another chimed in.

Zi Xia, listening to their ridiculous chatter, deeply regretted attending this meeting.

"Why am I wasting my time here when my cute disciple is waiting for me?"

Meanwhile… Jiang Chen Awakens

Elsewhere, something entirely different was happening.

Jiang Chen's eyes fluttered open.

"...Mmm..." He yawned, rubbing his eyes lazily.

He blinked once. Then twice.

Something wasn't right.

Rubbing his eyes again, he looked around—then slapped his cheek.

"Schat!"

"Ow!"

The pain confirmed it. He wasn't hallucinating.

He was no longer lying in Zi Xia's warm bed. Instead, he found himself in a serene garden, bathed in golden sunlight.

And right in front of him…

Beneath the shade of a towering ancient tree near a tranquil river, sat a breathtaking woman.

Her white hair cascaded like a silver waterfall, shimmering faintly under the dappled sunlight. Each strand seemed to hold a glow of its own, a celestial radiance unmatched by mortals. Her jade-like skin was flawless, her features carved with divine perfection.

And her eyes—a striking deep blue, vast like an endless ocean—held a warmth that could put even the most troubled soul at ease.

She wore a pristine white cultivation robe, embroidered with intricate golden patterns that flowed like rivers of light. The delicate fabric hugged her form gently, accentuating her ample curves—full, bountiful, exuding both maternal grace and unparalleled elegance.

Her presence was commanding yet inviting, like a serene goddess whose touch could either destroy or save.

A faint, knowing smile played on her lips. It was neither seductive nor arrogant—it was the smile of someone who saw through everything.

The breeze caressed her robe, making the golden embroidery shimmer like sunlight dancing on rippling water. Her long, delicate fingers rested lightly on her knee, exuding an effortless nobility.

Jiang Chen gulped.

She was divine, yet carried an unmistakable air of playful mischief—a celestial being who could probably crush mountains with a flick of her wrist and still tease you about it afterward.

Her smile widened slightly.

"What a beautiful smile..." anyone else would have thought.

But not Jiang Chen.

Not when he knew damn well he should be in Zi Xia's bed.

Not when he suddenly woke up in an unknown place.

And definitely not when he was staring at a divine MILF.

There was only one thought in his mind:

"Fucking System."

The woman's voice was smooth, yet laced with something unreadable.

"You're awake. After sleeping peacefully for more than half an hour… Smiling like you were lost in a dream."

Jiang Chen's brain short-circuited.

"...Half an hour?!"

Fucking hell, System! At least warn me before randomly teleporting me somewhere! What if I had been dropped into a death zone? What if she was hostile? This time I got lucky—this place looks safe, and she seems calm, but still!

Before he could vent, a ding sounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Get out of your delusions, Host.]

[The System sensed her desires, so I teleported you. As for asking permission—you never specified that I had to.]

Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

Huh… You didn't know you had to ask for permission first?

Were you a kidnapper in your past life, driving an Omni-van, abducting children on their way home?!

His frustration hit a boiling point.

"Fix. It."