ISWI Chapter 751-752

Chapter 751: No Multiplier—No Value

Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a headache coming on when Yao Yuezhi suddenly stepped up to fight. A little green tea with a six-thousand-fold feedback multiplier, brimming with gratitude—no treasure like her came along every day. If anything happened to her on that stage, he'd weep himself to death.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to see her come to harm. And besides, she was wholeheartedly trying to capture maidservants for him. How utterly heartwarming. Just imagining that prodigy from the Undying Celestial Phoenix clan—her multiplier might even hold a pleasant surprise. If she truly became a maidservant, the benefits would be immense.

In short, Ye Chen didn't hesitate for a moment. He strode out of the Heavenly Demon clan's encampment and shot toward the battlefield like lightning. If Yao Yuezhi fell into disadvantage, he would intervene without delay.

…

At the rear of the central grand plaza in the Myriad Races Immortal City, it was as though someone had hit the mute button—dead silence reigned. Everyone held their breath, gazing distantly at the arena, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

In mere moments, Feng Youhuang had already been solo-killed four times by Yao Yuezhi. Though her revival method was extraordinarily potent—each time nirvanically reborn from those blazing, all-devouring divine flames, seemingly eternal and indestructible.

The instant she revived, Yao Yuezhi would spot her and slay her once more. After so many resurrections, Feng Youhuang's revival speed had slowed dramatically. At this point, she clung to life solely through her revival force. One could say the battle's outcome was decided—the situation was crystal clear.

Yao Yuezhi, with her overwhelmingly powerful strength, had thoroughly crushed Feng Youhuang. This utterly defied everyone's expectations. After all, the crowd had swarmed here in eager anticipation. They had come to witness a world-shaking duel between Feng Youhuang and the Heavenly Emperor heir.

Yet fine—the Heavenly Emperor heir hadn't even shown his face, and Feng Youhuang had already capsized, dying four times. It was simply too absurd, far beyond anyone's wildest imaginings.

"I've completely seen through your revival method! If I strike again, you will die beyond doubt! Submit, or die! The path is laid before you—choose for yourself!"

In the arena, Yao Yuezhi gripped the now-human-form Feng Youhuang by the throat, staring into that aloof face as she spoke coldly.

Anger and fear flickered in Feng Youhuang's eyes. As a prodigy of the exalted Undying Celestial Phoenix clan, pride ran in her very blood. She looked down from the depths of her soul upon mere humans! Let alone becoming a human's maidservant. Even when heartfire occasionally flared during cultivation, requiring her to capture male cultivators to suppress it, she deliberately avoided humans. That was how deeply she scorned them.

Moreover, phoenixes adored beauty—it was common knowledge. The Celestial Prince wasn't merely extraordinarily talented, awe-inspiring in aptitude; his looks were peerlessly handsome, like a celestial descended or a god reborn. That was a key reason she had willingly accepted her clan's arrangement to become his maidservant in the future.

But the Heavenly Emperor heir? A lowly human—not even worthy as a Dao companion, let alone a master. If she agreed, she would become the eternal shame of the Undying Celestial Phoenix clan. Her parents wouldn't be able to hold their heads high.

"Kill me if you must... you cannot fathom the terror of the scripture the Celestial Prince cultivates! Though he lost a million years, he used that time to forge an unprecedented heaven-defying foundation. In the future, he will easily catch up to his peers of old—and surpass them. When the Celestial Prince emerges! Whether you or that Heavenly Emperor heir—all of you will die!"

Feng Youhuang sneered coldly, unafraid of death. Only faint regret lingered in her eyes. Dying to the Heavenly Emperor heir would have been one thing. Yet she perished to this sudden interloper, Yao Yuezhi.

Humiliating. Dying like this was simply too unsightly.

A cold sneer curved across Yao Yuezhi's domineering features. She prepared to strike the final blow. But at that instant, commotion erupted outside the arena. A wave of astonished exclamations swept through the crowd as though some exalted figure had arrived.

Yao Yuezhi whipped her head around and spotted Ye Chen striding toward them from afar. One glance sent a fierce tremor through her delicate frame. It wasn't fear of Ye Chen. She simply didn't want her "brother" to see her in this fierce, domineering state. She far preferred showing him her gentle, tender side.

Feng Youhuang, who had resigned herself to death, lifted her eyelids. Catching sight of the approaching Ye Chen, her eyes instantly lit up. "The real person is even more handsome than in the projection stone… and he carries that lofty, relaxed air—as though he holds the entire world in his palm, utterly at ease. In this golden era of the Immortal Path, to exude such composure… his bloodline must be extraordinarily noble, perhaps even surpassing my Undying Celestial Phoenix clan…"

In that moment, Feng Youhuang changed her tune entirely. "I am willing to submit and become the Heavenly Emperor heir's maidservant…"

Yao Yuezhi had been poised to deliver the killing strike. Hearing those words, she froze.

For real? Because Brother was too handsome, she was surrendering?

Yao Yuezhi narrowed her eyes, a flicker of hesitation rising within her.

Feng Youhuang gazed at Ye Chen, eyes shimmering. Of course it wasn't because he was handsome—though he truly was striking. Nor did she genuinely believe his bloodline was superior; that was merely a convenient excuse.

She had simply conceived a different plan. Yao Yuezhi's current strength was inextricably tied to Ye Chen. Her own resources from the clan had been limited because of the Celestial Prince, forcing her to agree to become his maidservant. Serving the Celestial Prince offered benefits. Then serving the Heavenly Emperor heir—wouldn't the rewards be even greater? Thus, Feng Youhuang decided to gamble.

A mere Yao Yuezhi was cherished so deeply by the Heavenly Emperor's heir. If it were her instead, wouldn't he pour everything into cultivating her? Once she had drained him dry, she would kill both him and Yao Yuezhi. Hang their heads high in the heavens. Thus washing away her humiliation.

Yao Yue Zhi still wavered when Ye Chen, under the crowd's rapt attention, strode steadily forward. His gaze swept the field in an instant—her hand was already locked around her foe’s throat, crushing it like a vice—and he let out a quiet breath of relief. He exhaled in relief.

Good—she could handle it.

His gaze then fell upon Feng Youhuang, gripped by the neck, every pore seeming to exude innate arrogance. This woman struck him as a premium version of Little Phoenix. Yet after several looks, his system remained silent.

Ye Chen felt mild disappointment. Clearly, this phoenix had already been enjoyed by another. No multiplier—no value. She didn't even qualify as a maidservant. He spared her not another glance. Ignoring the piercing, hostile stares prickling his back, he turned a gentle gaze upon Yao Yuezhi.

Though this prospective maidservant lacked a multiplier and wasn't worth taking, he was genuinely pleased with Yao Yuezhi. For a woman to gift her man maidservants—to cuck herself to this degree. That was true love. Yao Yuezhi wasn't some little green tea. She was clearly the warmest, most thoughtful little padded jacket.

Chapter 752: Brother Really Loves Me So Much!

Yet why did his own little green tea have this figure? Those endlessly long, straight legs—probably longer than most people's destinies, weren't they? And that eye-catching dominance, bold and unrestrained enough to rival his master's.

The once modest little volleyballs had turned into full moons, paired with those legs like twin bright moons hanging high. Even the originally loose, ethereal cyan dress now clung with fiery allure. Her entire aura had undergone a heaven-and-earth reversal compared to before. Since when could Yao Yuezhi transform? To hide such a monumental secret from him—truly unacceptable.

Ye Chen guessed it was likely a change brought by her cave heaven's ascension. But it was a good thing. If they became Dao companions in the future, the first half could use her original form—enjoying gentle tenderness and soft whispers. The second half transformed—experiencing domineering full moons and grand, sweeping motions.

One person alone, yet offering the experience of two pairs of wings. Wouldn't that send him soaring straight to the heavens?

In short, confirming Yao Yuezhi was safe and sound. And her opponent was utterly useless.

Ye Chen relaxed completely. Mediating the fight? Impossible. His steps slowed to a leisurely stroll toward the arena. He'd just collect the origin later.

…

Yao Yuezhi hadn't expected Feng Youhuang to truly surrender. Her gaze swept across that aloof, stunning face. Feeling Ye Chen's ever-gentle eyes upon her. Her thoughts raced, then solidified in an instant.

She loved Ye Chen. But she refused to gift him other women—to share his love with anyone else. She wanted those tender eyes to gaze only upon her forever. The women before her—she couldn't change that; she had arrived too late! But with so many already. If she foolishly kept sending him more women, she'd be stupid beyond saving. So…

"Sorry, Brother…"

Yao Yuezhi murmured softly.

The next moment, the delicate jade hand gripping Feng Youhuang's slender neck erupted in blinding light, unleashing a cataclysmic surge of destructive demonic qi.

Feng Youhuang—who had resolved to endure humiliation, survive by cunning, and one day cleanse her shame. Her pupils contracted sharply.

"What are you doing? I already agreed to submit…"

Once one chose to cling to life, facing death again, composure vanished. The approach of oblivion filled her with terror as she screamed…

But Yao Yuezhi seemed deaf to it. The next instant, boundless, destructive demonic qi surged like a raging flood.

Unstoppable!

Feng Youhuang's body was instantly engulfed by the torrent, reduced to ashes in a flash. Even the divine flames that had burned unquenched in the arena. Finally dimmed and died under this annihilating force…

After dying five times in succession, Feng Youhuang had truly fallen!

The scene exploded in uproar. Though midway through, everyone had guessed she was outmatched. Her actual demise still left them dazed.

Yao Yuezhi was simply too ferocious. She couldn't merely be called the foremost female cultivator of the myriad races in this generation. Among the entire myriad races' current prodigies, few could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her. Yet amid countless shocked, admiring, and reverent gazes.

Yao Yuezhi flicked her jade hand, unleashing a dazzling divine light—like a veil of gossamer that enveloped her layer by layer. When the radiance faded, the Yao Yuezhi who reappeared before everyone had reverted to her former delicate, willow-like frailty. She looked toward Ye Chen, her pretty face pale, lips bloodless. Her entire frame seemed gravely wounded and frail—as though a gentle breeze could topple her.

Ye Chen rose at once, flying toward the arena with regret on his face. Yao Yuezhi's final strike had been too fierce—she'd lost considerable origin. Every drop, when passed on, became thousands or tens of thousands in return. Truly a pity.

Ye Chen stepped into the arena and silently activated the Indestructible Heavenly Art, quietly collecting the scattered origin across the battlefield. Yet he couldn't hold back a sigh.

Feng Youhuang's divine flames had fully extinguished—no chance to harvest their origin. He had planned to gift it to Little Phoenix later, see if it triggered anything interesting, and perhaps boost her multiplier. The current Little Phoenix differed from before—no longer just proud, but now tinged with insecurity. So when he discussed demonic patterns with Elder Lin, Little Phoenix always lingered hesitantly outside the door, too timid to enter. What a pity.

Yao Yuezhi caught Ye Chen's regretful expression and panicked inwardly. She feared he might blame her. After all, Feng Youhuang was undeniably beautiful, and she had boldly promised to bring him a maidservant. Her pale lips trembled faintly, eyes rimming red with guilt.

She avoided his gaze, explaining softly, "Brother, I truly intended to subdue Feng Youhuang and offer her to you as a maidservant. But she refused to yield even in death—and in the end, tried to self-detonate to take me with her. I panicked. My power slipped control, and I accidentally killed her. Brother, I didn't mean to! Please forgive me?"

Her voice carried a sob, like a child who knew she'd done wrong. After such an intense battle, she must have expended vastly. It showed in those bloodless lips.

Yet now she looked so pitiful and heartbreaking, lacking even the courage to meet her beloved's eyes. The sight tugged at many onlookers' hearts. It left numerous spectators dazed, doubting whether the female war god who had throttled Feng Youhuang moments ago was merely an illusion.

Ye Chen finished silently gathering the origin. Seeing Yao Yuezhi like this, delight bloomed within him. How could he miss that she had deliberately slain Feng Youhuang in the end? But he felt no anger. Multiplier or not. Even if there had been one, he wouldn't reproach her for it. The cultivation world teemed with women bearing multipliers. Was he truly to claim every one he encountered? He'd become a veritable stallion.

And Yao Yuezhi harboring such little jealousy only proved she truly loved him. Before true love, human nature was inherently possessive. Only rarities like Senior An—willing to sacrifice herself for her niece, asking the heart without guilt—stood apart.

Thus, beneath Yao Yuezhi's cautious gaze, Ye Chen's lips curved upward in an indulgent smile. He stepped forward, opened his arms, and gently drew her into an embrace. His long fingers tenderly brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.

Then he leaned down slightly, meeting her eyes levelly, voice soft. "As long as you're safe, Yuezhi—that's all that matters. In my eyes, ten thousand Feng Youhuangs aren't worth a single strand of your hair. Promise me—next time something like this happens, don't hide it from me. Don't take the stage on your own for my sake."

His gentle words struck her eardrums like warm spring sunlight. And his declaration sent waves of warmth coursing through Yao Yuezhi's body.

Brother really loves me so much. Even with that earlier regret, he wouldn't utter a single harsh word to her!