Feng Wuhen looked straight at Yao Yue, his expression freezing for a moment.

There was some truth in blunt words—but these were far too blunt.

Since everything had already been said, Yao Yue no longer held back. Her tone grew firmer and more direct.

“From the moment I first saw the Pavilion Master after entering Tianji Pavilion, I made up my mind,” she said.

“No matter what, in this life, I must sleep with you.”

“I believe you’re not someone who avoids things. Just tell me—can I, or can I not?”

“If not, name your conditions. I’ll fulfill all of them.”

Feng Wuhen laughed quietly.

Impressive.

The Mistress of Yihua Palace really was something else—willing to pay any price just to sleep with him?

Seeing that the Pavilion Master remained silent, Yao Yue let out a self-mocking smile.

“Is it because I’m too vicious? Too cruel?”

“I’ve killed countless people, soaked my hands in blood—so I’m unworthy of your attention?”

Feng Wuhen shook his head slightly and spoke in a calm, serious tone.

“Yihua Palace is a very special organization.

“For the past twenty years, you’ve hunted down unfaithful men and brought many women back to the palace.

“The entire sect consists of women, many of them exceptionally beautiful.”

“If you weren’t ruthless, if you didn’t leave behind a fearsome reputation in the martial world,”

“how could you, as Palace Mistress, protect your disciples?”

Yao Yue was indeed obsessive—borderline extreme.

But her protection of the women under her command was beyond question.

These words struck directly at her heart.

For perhaps the first time, the fearless Yao Yue subconsciously turned her gaze away, unable to meet the Pavilion Master’s eyes.

After decades in the martial world, she understood all too well how dangerous and dark it could be.

To protect Yihua Palace and its disciples, she had forced herself to become cold, merciless, and bloodthirsty.

So much so that, at times, she herself believed this was simply who she was.

At this moment, standing before this striking man in white, her thoughts wavered.

It felt as though she had returned to a time before she became what others called a “poisonous woman.”

Feng Wuhen raised his hand slightly and continued.

“There’s no need to dwell on that. Let’s return to the matter at hand.”

He lifted his hand and casually pointed forward. A silver-white pill appeared out of thin air.

“This is called the Mirror-Breaking Pill.

“If you take it, you will immediately step into the realm of the Earthly Immortal.”

The previous reward had already been given to Li Hanyi.

This pill had just been exchanged using Tianji points.

It wasn’t expensive—only 4,080 points.

As Yao Yue was still processing this, Feng Wuhen raised his hand again and pointed beside it.

A sphere of spiritual light appeared.

“This is a cultivation method called Yin-Yang Limitless Art.

“It must be cultivated together with me.”

“Huang Rong broke through her cultivation using this technique.”

He looked directly at Yao Yue, his voice steady and serious.

“Now, I’m giving you a choice.”

“Choose the pill, or choose this cultivation method.”

Li Hanyi had been different.

The Snow Moon Sword Immortal herself had never fully understood whether she stayed out of gratitude or affection.

Because of that, Feng Wuhen had not crossed that line with her.

But Yao Yue was very clear about her intentions.

A large part of the reason she came to Tianji Pavilion was for him.

That was precisely why Feng Wuhen was curious.

He wanted to see whether the fearless Yihua Palace Mistress would beg for mercy when faced with countless cultivation paths.

“Once you choose, there will be no turning back,” he said.

“If you choose the pill, you won’t need to stay in Tianji Pavilion.

“You can return to Yihua Palace,

“dominate the martial world,

“travel freely, and live as you please.”

“If you choose the pill—”

Before he could finish, Yao Yue had already reached for the glowing sphere.

“I choose the cultivation method.”

“You were going to say that choosing it means I’ll belong to you alone for the rest of my life, weren’t you?”

“That I can never give my heart to another man?”

“Don’t worry. In all of Jiuzhou, no one but you could ever enter my eyes.”

“From this day on, I, Yao Yue, live as your person and die as your spirit.”

“If I break this vow, may heaven strike me down.”

Feng Wuhen did not comment further. He simply raised his hand and sent the technique into her body.

Yao Yue’s expression sharpened in shock.

“This… this is—”

“Immortal cultivation?”

Not wanting to waste time, she quickly moved to the bed, sat cross-legged, and began comprehending the technique.

Feng Wuhen then turned toward the doorway and called out softly.

“Lianxing.”

“You may come in.”

A moment later—

Creak.

The door opened slightly. Lianxing, dressed in a green gown, peeked inside.

Her gaze shifted between the Pavilion Master and her sister.

“Pavilion Master… is it appropriate for me to come in right now?”

Feng Wuhen smiled calmly.

“No. You’re here at exactly the right time.”

Seeing that her sister was immersed in cultivation and hadn’t noticed her, Lianxing finally gathered her courage and stepped inside.

“If you have instructions, please speak plainly,” she said cautiously.

If she stayed too long, her sister would be angry.

Feng Wuhen said nothing more. With a casual gesture, another sphere of spiritual light appeared, containing the Yin-Yang Limitless Art.

“You heard what I said to your sister,” he said.

“The same choice now lies before you.”

Huang Rong was still young, and her cultivation was weak.

Whenever Feng Wuhen guided her, he had to restrain himself.

So he wondered—would training with two Yihua Palace masters at the Grandmaster level be more effective?

He disliked forcing anyone.

The decision was entirely theirs.

Lianxing hesitated.

Her eyes were fixed on the glowing technique, yet she did not dare reach out.

Feng Wuhen spoke again.

“Within Tianji Pavilion, whether it’s you, your sister, or any of the attendants—

“there is no hierarchy.”

“I treat everyone equally and offer the greatest fairness I can.”

He lifted her chin gently, guiding her gaze to meet his.

“This is your only chance to choose.”

“Think carefully.”

Looking at the man before her, Lianxing’s heart was in turmoil.

How could she not feel drawn to such an extraordinary person?

But since childhood, she had always lived under her sister’s shadow.

She had never dared to compete.

“How could I dare desire someone so outstanding?” she thought.

“Perhaps all I can do is… help from behind.”

Her eyes dimmed, deep disappointment washing over her.

“But…”

“Am I really willing?”

“Willing to be trampled under my sister’s feet for life?”

“Willing to always be the backdrop, giving up everything I love?”

The word fairness echoed in her mind.

Slowly, her hesitation turned into resolve.

She reached for the glowing sphere.

“I choose the Yin-Yang Limitless Art.”

At present, she was only at late Grandmaster level, while her sister had reached perfection.

But the future was uncertain.

Given a fair chance, she believed she would not be inferior.

“As long as I work harder,

“invest more effort,

“and commit myself fully…”

“Catching up to her—or even surpassing her—is not impossible.”

Feng Wuhen nodded slightly and sent the technique into her mind.

At the same time, his hand slid along her arms to her waist, pulling her gently into his embrace.

Lianxing stiffened, her voice trembling.

“Pavilion Master, I… I haven’t even learned the technique yet.”

Feng Wuhen smiled faintly.

“Cultivation can wait.”

“First, I’ll familiarize you with the process.”

Then he looked toward Yao Yue on the bed.

“You as well.”

Yao Yue could no longer pretend. She opened her eyes and rose, walking toward her sister.

“Lianxing,” she said evenly,

“you’ve grown quite bold.”

“With the Pavilion Master backing me,” Lianxing replied confidently, no longer timid,

“I won’t yield this time.”

“We’ll rely on our own abilities.”

Being closer, Lianxing reached first.

Yao Yue did not hold back.

Years of restraint and solitude had been painful enough.

If that was the case—

She would go all the way.

…

Outside Tianji Pavilion.

In recent days, martial artists from across Jiuzhou had gathered in ever-growing numbers.

Looking around, people filled every direction.

Post-Heaven and Innate warriors were everywhere.

Grandmasters were common.

Even Earthly Immortals—normally elusive—had quietly arrived.

Everyone had the same goal:

Entering Tianji Pavilion.

The waiting was agonizing.

Yet—

From ordinary people to supreme cultivators,

from wanderers to emperors—

No one dared cause trouble.

All feared displeasing the terrifying existence within the Pavilion.

At last, after seven long days, the time arrived.

Tianji Pavilion reopened.

Early in the morning, countless people crowded the entrance.

Those with weaker cultivation could not even secure a good position.

Voices overlapped endlessly.

“Who’s touching me? I’m a man!”

“My hair ornament got squeezed off!”

“Does this Pavilion Master really know everything, or did we come for nothing?”

“Let me in first—I want to test him on an ultimate technique!”

As the moment approached, excitement grew uncontrollably.

Anticipation soared.

Everyone waited for the doors to open.

It was easy to imagine—

Today, within Tianji Pavilion,

secrets would be revealed,

and one spectacle after another would unfold.