ISWI Chapter 389-390

Chapter 389: I Just Love the Alluring Ones!

"Brother-in-law, you're not going, right? Then I'm heading out!"

Three days later, at dusk, Yao Gu arrived at the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's residence. Without bothering to have himself announced, he called out softly a few times, ready to bolt. But the residence gates slowly swung open.

Ye Chen emerged, clad in a yin-yang fish daoist robe that shimmered with faint golden light, his presence striking and refined.

"Let's go."

Yao Gu sighed, dejected, and led Ye Chen toward the Pure Moon River with a drooping head.

When they reached the riverbank, a massive crowd of cultivators had already gathered—Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul cultivators alike.

None had the qualifications to enter the river itself, only lingering to catch a glimpse of the divine maiden's visage. Only renowned top prodigies or Deity Transformation powerhouses could board small boats on the river.

"That's Xu Longxiang from the Dragon Elephant Sect. They say his strength is earth-shattering."

"Luo Feng's here too. His giant beast clone is terrifying."

"The legacy disciple from the North God Sect showed up."

"And both legacy disciples from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land came together!"

Each prodigy's arrival sparked waves of exclamations.

Ye Chen found it amusing, likening it to celebrities walking a red carpet in his past life.

It wasn't far off. Ordinary cultivators envied the lofty status of prodigies while whispering gossip about their scandals. If a big fight broke out, the number of recording crystals sold would depend on the prodigy's popularity. In a way, they really were like stars.

When Ye Chen and Yao Gu approached, the crowd's shock intensified. In terms of talent, Ye Chen was undoubtedly on par with the top three holy lands' prodigies. His only shortfall was his cultivation level, which kept him from their tier for now. But his fame far outstripped the other prodigies gathered today. No one expected the Heavenly Evolution Holy Son to show up for this spectacle.

Yao Gu, standing beside him, was completely ignored, his face a mask of misery. He didn't care about the crowd's attention. What worried him was the divine maiden doing the same—only having eyes for Ye Chen and ignoring him. That would be a problem.

After boarding a small boat with Ye Chen, Yao Gu glanced around and whispered apologetically, "Brother-in-law, I've got some friends over there. Gotta go say hi."

Ye Chen nodded calmly. He watched Yao Gu zip to another boat to chat, clearly with no intention of returning.

Ye Chen gave a faint smile, unbothered. Looking around, he saw lanterns lining both sides of the Pure Moon River, each glowing with a soft divine light that illuminated the serene waters.

In the distance, White Emperor City's nightlife sparkled with radiant beams. It was no less vibrant than Earth's cities in his past life—perhaps even more elegant. The boat's attendants were all disciples of the Heavenly Desire Sect.

Two beautiful young women stood by Ye Chen's side—one slender and refined, the other sweet and delicate—eagerly pouring wine and tending to him.

Sweeping his gaze across the river, Ye Chen noted over a hundred people had arrived. The river was wide enough that it didn't feel crowded. Some stood openly, their eyes brimming with anticipation. Others concealed their identities.

Ye Chen sensed two hostile gazes and looked up. The two legacy disciples from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land were staring at him coldly.

Yao Gu had mentioned that some prodigies would fight to vie for the divine maiden.

The Pure Moon River was arrayed with formations, allowing prodigies below the Unity stage to clash freely.

Ye Chen smirked. A fight was definitely coming. If this divine maiden had a high multiplier, it'd be worth throwing punches. If she didn't trigger his system, he'd have come for nothing—and he'd make sure to thrash these two just for glaring at him.

'Think you're the only ones with eyes?'

Ignoring them, Ye Chen swept his gaze across the river. Most prodigies met his look with friendly smiles, raising their cups in a distant toast.

Ye Chen, never one to act haughty, returned their smiles lightly. Soon, his brows twitched as he spotted a figure on a boat.

Though cloaked in concealment, Ye Chen recognized him instantly—it was that Little Roc King from before.

For some reason, Ye Chen found the guy irksome. He'd always trusted one principle: if someone rubs you the wrong way at first glance, go with your gut. So, he'd toss in a beating for this guy later, too.

Shifting his gaze, he glanced at Yao Gu's boat. The guy clearly wasn't coming back. This guy had some rebellious bones—not close to his brother-in-law at all.

'Looks like a spicy fish dish is in order next time.'

Ye Chen sipped his wine calmly, looking ahead.

The moon had risen, casting a breathtaking glow over the Pure Moon River, brimming with immortal charm. The serene waters bloomed with countless lotus flowers, blanketing the river's surface. From the lotuses rose faint glimmers, like fireflies, turning the river into a celestial wonderland.

"Stop chatting—the divine maiden's coming!"

The phenomenon silenced the chattering prodigies, their eyes wide as they stared ahead. Some prodigies harbored bold ambitions, hoping to subdue the divine maiden to aid their cultivation. Others were just here for the spectacle, content to feast their eyes.

But regardless of intent, as the divine maiden's debut approached, anticipation gripped them all. They were eager to see what made this woman, hailed as the Heavenly Desire Sect's most perfect in ten thousand years, so extraordinary.

The next moment, music filled the air—bamboo flutes and strings harmonized with a song drifting from the far riverbank. The melody wove through the lotus flowers, ethereal and enchanting, drawing everyone into its spell.

Amid the song, a two-story jade boat glided slowly from the distance.

The boat was adorned with blooming flowers and dotted with divine light.

A graceful figure leaned against the railing atop the boat, her voice soft as she spoke. "This humble one, Fan Qinghe, greets all Fellow Daoists!"

She was still far off, her form only a silhouette. But when her voice rang out, even the seasoned prodigies raised their brows in surprise. Even Ye Chen was taken aback. Her voice was bewitching, like honeyed candy, irresistibly captivating. Just hearing it sent shivers down the spine, a tingling that reached the bones. And that was just her voice. Paired with the tantalizing outline of her figure, faintly visible in the divine light, its allure was devastating.

Ye Chen was astonished. He'd expected Fan Qinghe, being from the Heavenly Desire Sect, to play the contrast card—perhaps an ethereal, untouchable fairy vibe to stand out. A pristine lotus rising unstained from the mud, evoking pity and admiration. But she didn't bother with that. She was pure 'charm', seductive to the extreme.

That piqued Ye Chen's interest. If she'd gone the fairy route, he already had Senior An—unfazed even when detoxifying, icy and celestial. A Heavenly Desire Sect fairy couldn't match that flavor. But this level of allure? Ye Chen was hooked. He 'loved' the charming ones!

Resisting the urge to use his Heavy Pupils to see her clearly, he waited patiently, savoring the moment. As Fan Qinghe's voice echoed, a prompt chimed in Ye Chen's mind from his system…

Chapter 390: I Want to Taste If It's Sweet!

"Detected suitable gift recipient:"

"Fan Qinghe: 1,500 times multiplier!"

Hearing the system's prompt, Ye Chen's eyes lit up. A 1,500 times multiplier? He'd assumed a sect like the Heavenly Desire Sect, not on the level of a holy land, would produce female disciples with at most a 1,000 times multiplier. This was an unexpected delight. His interest surged, and he sat patiently on the boat, waiting.

The gathered prodigies, whether here just for the spectacle or with other motives, were all captivated, their eyes fixed on the jade boat shimmering with divine light in the distance. They yearned to glimpse her true face. The jade boat glided forward, neither fast nor slow.

Fan Qinghe's silhouette grew gradually clearer, as if teasing everyone's anticipation. The short distance of five hundred meters felt like it took a year to cross. Of course, it might not have been the boat's speed but the crowd's impatience.

Finally, the jade boat halted at the center of the Pure Moon River. The divine light slowly faded. At last, the crowd could see Fan Qinghe's true appearance. The moment her face was revealed, several prodigies gasped in awe. Even those who'd been indifferent now widened their eyes.

Their gazes brimmed with greed, admiration, and possessiveness. And no wonder. The woman on the jade boat was breathtaking, a rarity in this world. Even Ye Chen was momentarily stunned. Her features were exquisitely delicate, as if crafted by the heavens themselves. Her peach-blossom eyes sparkled, framed by thick lashes like butterfly wings.

Beneath a high, dainty nose sat full, luscious lips that seemed to drip with allure. Her figure was perfection incarnate. Certain parts rivaled his master, Gu Yunyun; others matched his senior sister, Yao Xi. Her slender waist was impossibly narrow yet radiated a balanced resilience, hinting at explosive strength.

Together, her form created the most exaggerated, captivating curves in existence. Every inch of Fan Qinghe was flawless. But what stunned—or surprised—everyone most was her skin.

Unlike the snow-white complexion of typical fairies, hers was not fair. Instead, it was a rare amber hue. Not dark, but a vibrant, healthy tone, as if sculpted by sunlight itself.

Under the moonlight, her amber skin gleamed like honey, crystalline and radiant. This unique complexion, paired with her peach-blossom eyes and stunning figure, exuded an indescribable charm. A charm that was utterly intoxicating.

Fan Qinghe wore a simple white dress, not revealing at all. She leaned lightly against the railing, making no provocative moves. Yet even this was enough to ignite endless thoughts in the hearts of onlookers. Desire to possess, to control… A vixen!

That was the first word that sprang to every prodigy's mind. It was the only description that truly fit Fan Qinghe atop the jade boat.

Ye Chen was equally captivated. If he had to compare, she reminded him of female characters from a game he'd played in his past life called Blade & Soul. Those characters were famously "greasy," drawing countless male players with their allure. "Greasy" wasn't a pejorative here—it was high praise.

And Fan Qinghe embodied that style. But her honey-like amber appearance surpassed those game characters by a thousandfold. It made one want to taste her, to see if Fan Qinghe was truly made of honey. Was she as sweet as she looked?

Ye Chen mentally summed it up. Fan Qinghe was like an enhanced version of Li Feihuang. Her curves were even more exaggerated. The only difference was that Li Feihuang carried an air of pride and nobility, like a little phoenix.

Fan Qinghe, however, lacked those qualities. She had only one thing: pure, unadulterated allure. Every inch of Fan Qinghe seemed crafted for seduction. Even Ye Chen couldn't help but entertain bold thoughts.

Of course, with his mental fortitude and experience, he wasn't swayed. The real draw was her 1,500 times multiplier. Plus, her unique cultivation path held benefits for someone like him with a system.

…

Fan Qinghe had finally appeared. The prodigies' reactions varied. Yao Gu was brimming with anticipation. He sighed inwardly, realizing the figure he'd been obsessing over since that fleeting glimpse was indeed the divine maiden. He could barely restrain himself from rushing forward.

The two legacy disciples from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land, originally fixated on Ye Chen, forgot all about him. They even thought this Heavenly Desire Sect divine maiden wasn't inferior to their own Holy Maiden, Yi Qingwu. If they could have her by their side, day and night, even the joy of becoming an immortal might pale in comparison.

Zhang Pengfei, the Little Roc King, who'd come in disguise behind his partner's back, was also stirred. He'd planned to just take a look—after all, getting caught sneaking around would cost him dearly. But now, he felt an urge to reveal his true form, sprout his wings, and unleash his divine eyes just to catch Fan Qinghe's attention. Whether his identity would be exposed or if the grand elder would be displeased seemed irrelevant now.

On the jade boat, Fan Qinghe gently bent her slender waist, resting her arms on the railing. A soft breeze fluttered her white dress, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her figure, amplifying her allure. Every move was like a graceful dance. Her enchanting voice rang out again.

"I'm deeply grateful to all the Fellow Daoists who've come. But this jade boat is small, with room for only one Fellow Daoist to discuss the Dao with me. Yet all of you are so dazzling… I'm truly at a loss. I don't wish to favor one over another or slight any of you unique souls. So, today, I'll play a tune for you all as an apology. In the future, if fate allows, I'll discuss the Dao with each of you!"

Her words startled Yao Gu and the others. Did she mean that if no one boarded her boat before the song ended, she'd just leave? That wouldn't do. After all this anticipation, seeing her in person was beyond breathtaking. How could they let her slip away? The thought was unbearable. Some prodigies even stood up from their boats.

Ye Chen chuckled. Fan Qinghe was clearly stirring the pot, not even hiding it. She might as well have shouted, "Fight for me! I want to see blood flow like a river! The last one standing gets to come aboard!"

Her methods were impressive. Her figure, face, and skin were all top-tier, but that alone shouldn't have been enough to sway so many prodigies with mere words and gestures. Clearly, she'd subtly influenced most of them without a trace.

The Heavenly Desire Sect's divine maiden was no ordinary woman. Freeloading off her? Easier said than done.

Ye Chen was starting to suspect that, aside from the Heavenly Emperor's genuine success, the other "successful freeloading" stories might be staged by the Heavenly Desire Sect. Perhaps they'd put forward a few lackluster divine maidens to act out victories, luring prodigies into thinking, "If they can do it, so can I!"

Glancing at Fan Qinghe, who exuded a honey-sweet, irresistible aura, Ye Chen mused that in the cultivation world, no one was ever a pushover.