NOVPUBCelestial Realm techniques were special spells that only Nascent Soul cultivators could create.
However, even they couldn’t compress an entire world into a small box. Only Dao Integration experts could achieve such a feat.
Creating a Celestial Realm usually took at least a thousand years, or even longer.
And the Heavenly Court within Ye Qingxin’s palm was even more unique because it was partially connected to the real Heavenly Court.
Ye Qingxin and Yao Meng stood on the Ascension Stage, a ‘painting’ appearing before them.
As the cultivators entered the palm-sized Heavenly Court, their figures appeared within the painting.
Whispers spread through the crowd below. They were still discussing the relationship between the Jade Empress and Mu Zhi’an.
Many looked at the ethereal fairy with awe and reverence.
Although they didn’t understand her intentions, they believed that a Dao Companion worthy of the Jade Empress should be someone exceptional.
And Mu Zhi’an, a mere Core Formation cultivator, clearly wasn’t.
Of course, their opinions didn’t matter. The Jade Empress had already chosen him.
After all, if their roles were reversed, they would also gladly become a kept man.
Ye Qingxin looked up at the sky, her black and red dress billowing in the wind, her hair slightly disheveled, framing her beautiful face.
If Yao Meng was a fairy from the moon palace, then Ye Qingxin, in her black and red dress, was a fiery witch, her beautiful red eyes burning like embers.
Before entering the Celestial Realm, Ye Yu turned to Ye Qingxin and bowed respectfully. “Don’t worry, Ancestor. I’ll live up to your expectations, pass this trial, and defeat Mu Zhi’an!”
Ye Qingxin simply nodded, not saying anything.
As the young cultivators entered the Celestial Realm, her gaze shifted to Yao Meng.
Yao Meng’s green dress with white embroidery clung to her alluring figure, a captivating blend of purity and seduction. Her hair was neatly styled, a simple ribbon holding it in place, and a fiery red pendant hung around her fair neck.
Her demeanor was elegant and composed, her expression calm, as if she had complete faith in Mu Zhi’an.
“You’ve descended for the sake of your descendant?” Yao Meng suddenly asked.
“Knowing you, it doesn’t seem like something you would do.”
“What about you, Fairy Yao Meng?” Ye Qingxin asked with a smile, her eyes narrowed slightly. “You could have ascended to the Heavenly Court if you wanted to, but you chose to stay in the Nine Realms. Why?”
Yao Meng chuckled. “The Heavenly Court has its own master. I’m used to freedom. I wouldn’t be comfortable with the restrictions there.”
Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Whether the Heavenly Court has a master or not… even if it does, they’re equal to us. There are no restrictions.”
However, Yao Meng sensed a hidden meaning behind her words. “There’s no master in the Heavenly Court?” she asked.
“I haven’t seen the Heavenly Court’s Master since ascending,” Ye Qingxin revealed.
“I’ve tried to locate them through divination several times, but there was no response. Until the immortal path appeared this time, and the Heavenly Dao resonated, pointing towards the Nine Realms.”
“The Master of the Heavenly Court… is in the Nine Realms?” Yao Meng murmured, lost in thought.
Then, her eyes flickered as if realizing something, and she looked at the young man who had just entered the palm-sized Heavenly Court in the image before them.
Recalling Ye Qingxin’s actions, Yao Meng’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her meaningfully.
It seems this Ye Qingxin isn’t just here for her descendant…
“To find the Heavenly Court’s Master, even offering a first-grade Artifact Spirit as a reward… You’re quite generous,” Yao Meng said softly.
With countless geniuses gathered at the Two Polarities Sect for the Ascension Ceremony, Ye Qingxin’s method was undoubtedly the most efficient way to find the Heavenly Court’s Master.
Ye Qingxin’s black and red dress billowed in the wind as she looked up at the sky, a faint smile on her face. “If someone can truly pass this trial, it would be worth it,” she said calmly.
Even a first-grade Artifact Spirit was a small price to pay.
Yao Meng glanced at her subtly.
A first-grade Artifact Spirit was as valuable as an ancestral artifact. Although Ye Qingxin had obtained it in the Heavenly Court, she had spent a considerable amount of effort nurturing it.
And now, she was willing to give it away…
Either this trial was impossible to pass, or… the Heavenly Court’s Master was incredibly important to her, worth even a first-grade Artifact Spirit.
Regardless of the reason, this trial wasn’t a bad thing for Mu Zhi’an.
The only problem was Yao Meng’s earlier declaration of their relationship.
“He’s entered as well.”
Ye Qingxin suddenly said, her gaze fixed on the image before them.
Within the painting, a spiral staircase, shrouded in mist, stretched upwards, seemingly endless.
The immortal path!
Yao Meng watched as a young man in a black and gold robe appeared at the foot of the staircase.
Ordinary cultivators couldn’t see the details within the painting, but Yao Meng, as an Empress, was an exception.
…
“This trial is actually a good thing for me. If I go back now, I might be torn apart by Ruoxi and the others… But if I have a tough fight here and get injured, I can play the victim card… It might make things easier,” Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, looking up at the winding jade staircase.
As expected of a Celestial Realm created by a Dao Integration expert, this Heavenly Court seemed incredibly real, the surrounding mist creating an ethereal atmosphere.
And from the end of the immortal path, a faint, holy chant echoed, its calming effect soothing his restless heart.
This Heavenly Court is almost identical to the one I saw before… Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes, feeling the dense Spiritual Energy filling the air.
It invigorated him, making his pores tingle pleasantly.
There was no doubt that this was the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy!
It would be great if I could bring the girls here… Mu Zhi’an suddenly thought.
Those who ascended to the Heavenly Court achieved immortality, free from the constraints of lifespan… They could enjoy themselves to their hearts’ content…
Lingxuan and Qian’er, embracing each other on the bed, their loving gazes fixed on him, waiting for his… attention.
The Lan sisters, one cold and aloof, the other seductive and alluring, their contrasting personalities incredibly tempting. The thought of sleeping with them… made his heart race.
As for Mengrou, she was more suited for… private encounters, teasing her until she blushed and became flustered…
Yao Meng’s personality was unpredictable. Sometimes, she would be submissive in bed, while other times, she would tie him up with vines and take the lead.
…Of course, both scenarios were quite enjoyable.
As for Ruoxi, her two consciousnesses had different personalities and even different figures… She was also more suited for private encounters.
As Mu Zhi’an indulged in his fantasies, the staircase before him suddenly changed, and a slender figure appeared.
She wore a moon-white dress and small white boots, her alluring figure outlined by the fabric, her ample bosom straining against her neckline.
Although her expression was cold, her figure possessed a mature sensuality that a young girl couldn’t have.
“Senior Sister?” Mu Zhi’an asked in surprise.
But he quickly realized something was wrong.
They had entered this Celestial Realm at the same time. Even if Lan Mulian had entered before him, she shouldn’t be descending the staircase.
Then, he noticed that his surroundings were changing. He was no longer on the immortal path, but in a grand and magnificent palace.
This must be deep within the Heavenly Court… But why am I here without undergoing any trial?
He looked around and saw a large, round bed in the center of the palace, and the Lan sisters were sitting on it, their hands clasped together.
Lan Feiying’s eyes were moist and seductive as she stared at him, her red cheongsam accentuating her alluring curves.
Beside her, Lan Mulian, in a moon-white dress, looked as pure and holy as a celestial maiden.
The beautiful Lan sisters looked at him with longing in their eyes, as if waiting for his embrace.
Outside the painting, Yao Meng looked at the scene, her green eyes calm. “There are even illusions within this Celestial Realm? Do you really think this trial can stop him?” she asked.
Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Whether it can stop him or not isn’t up to me, but depends on his willpower,” she replied.
“But judging from the current situation, most can’t pass this test.”
She looked at the painting before them.
Ordinary people couldn’t see the details within, but she could see the trials each participant was facing.
These talented young cultivators might be strong, but they couldn’t resist their deepest desires.
After just fifteen minutes, several images within the painting began to dim.
Each dimmed image represented a failed trial.
Seeing Mu Zhi’an finally succumbing to temptation, kissing the cold and aloof beauty in his arms, Ye Qingxin smiled faintly and glanced at the Jade Empress beside her.
“It seems even with Fairy Yao Meng as his Dao Companion, young friend Mu is still… unsatisfied…”
“But the women around him are indeed stunning. There’s no need for you to be jealous, Fairy Yao Meng,” Ye Qingxin said with a chuckle.
It seemed Ye Yu was right. This Mu Zhi’an was indeed a lecher.
But it was understandable. Surrounded by so many beauties, and unable to hide his desires within this Celestial Realm, such a reaction was only natural.
However, Yao Meng simply chuckled. “It’s good that he has beautiful women around him.”
The more beautiful women he had, the more enjoyable it would be for her. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Ye Qingxin, naturally, couldn’t understand this.
But even so, seeing him being intimate with other women was still… unpleasant…
She looked at the image of Mu Zhi’an getting into bed with the Lan sisters, her lips pursed slightly.
She placed a hand on her chest, feeling a strange mix of emotions, a surge of dissatisfaction and… a hint of jealousy?
Am I… jealous?
…
The scene changed, and Mu Zhi’an appeared in another palace, about to engage in more… intimate activities.
Ye Qingxin glanced at Yao Meng.
This Dao Companion of hers seemed to have quite a few women in his heart…
Did the Jade Empress know about this?
It seemed she didn’t…?
Seeing Yao Meng’s pursed lips and her complex expression, Ye Qingxin understood and said, “Everyone has hidden desires. This first trial simply amplifies them, manifesting their fantasies. There’s no need for you to be concerned, Fairy Yao Meng.”
Yao Meng quickly regained her composure and chuckled. “I know it’s just a trial, but these are still his fantasies, aren’t they?”
“But I don’t mind,” she added.
Ye Qingxin smiled faintly. “I’m glad you’re so understanding, Fairy Yao Meng.”
Even so, seeing your Dao Companion being intimate with other women must be unpleasant…
Judging from Yao Meng’s expression earlier, she knew exactly what she was thinking.
However, this farce should be ending soon.
The duration of the illusions within this Celestial Realm was determined by a cultivator’s consciousness.
The stronger the consciousness, the longer the illusions lasted. Normally, a cultivator could only maintain them for about fifteen minutes.
And Mu Zhi’an had already lasted for almost half an hour. His consciousness was truly remarkable.
He should be reaching his limit soon—
Just as Ye Qingxin thought this, she heard the fairy beside her chuckle softly, as if she had seen something amusing.
Ye Qingxin raised an eyebrow and looked at the painting.
Then, her gaze froze.
The scene within the palace had changed again. A woman now lay on the white bed.
She was dressed in a black and red dress, her figure alluring and seductive, her feet clad in delicate black embroidered shoes, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her dress.
And from the side, a glimpse of her fair skin was visible.
Mu Zhi’an was holding her hand, even bending down to remove her shoes, revealing her delicate, jade-like feet.
Yao Meng, her eyes filled with amusement, looked at Ye Qingxin’s slightly uncomfortable expression. “It’s just an amplification of his hidden desires. There’s no need to be concerned,” she said.
After a moment of silence, Ye Qingxin chuckled. “Your Dao Companion has quite the imagination.”
She hadn’t expected that after observing several disciples’ trials, she herself would become a… protagonist…
The scene changed again. Mu Zhi’an pushed the woman in the black and red dress onto the bed, holding her wrists down as he kissed her cheek, then, slowly and skillfully, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
It started with just a kiss, but gradually, Mu Zhi’an became bolder…
Ye Qingxin bit her lip, her consciousness trembling, her cheeks burning.
An hour later.
As Mu Zhi’an left the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber, his clothes disheveled, Ye Qingxin fell into deep thought.
“Well?” Yao Meng’s soft voice came from beside her.
Ye Qingxin hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. “He passed the first trial…”
“But the true trial… can’t be overcome with such… methods…”
Others passed the trial by resisting their desires.
But Mu Zhi’an had chosen to embrace them, indulging in his fantasies, even… with her.
Looking at the image of her disheveled self lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, Ye Qingxin wanted to hide her face and drag Mu Zhi’an out of that Celestial Realm.
However, passing the first trial didn’t mean he could pass the second.
After all, the second trial had only one solution.
As the image faded, Ye Qingxin regained her composure, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an within the painting.
He had arrived at the second trial.
Before him stood a massive bronze gate, its aura ancient and majestic.
Yao Meng raised an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on the gate, her eyes flickering.
She felt that there was something unusual about it.
She had been on the immortal path and had even seen that gate, so she was familiar with its aura.
And now, she sensed the same aura emanating from this gate within the Celestial Realm!
She glanced at Ye Qingxin, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“You connected the Heavenly Court’s gate to this Celestial Realm?”
No wonder she was so confident… Even the most talented cultivator couldn’t pass this trial.
Those participating in the trial could obtain great fortune, as long as they passed the first test.
But the second trial… wasn’t meant for them!
Ye Qingxin’s true purpose for descending to the Nine Realms was to find the Heavenly Court’s Master.
And there was only one person in this world who could open that gate without fulfilling any requirements.
—The Master of the Heavenly Court!
As long as Ye Yu passed the first trial, he would encounter Mu Zhi’an before the Heavenly Court’s gate, and then, they would have a fair duel.
This was Ye Qingxin’s true intention.
Ye Qingxin simply smiled elegantly, not answering Yao Meng’s question.
This woman is truly cunning… Yao Meng looked away, her clear eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.
Although she was surprised, she had faith in him. Even against Ye Yu, he would be able to win.
Besides, this trip wasn’t a complete waste. She had seen some… interesting things.
For example, Mu Zhi’an being intimate with other women, even having her, the Jade Empress, in various… compromising positions.
Under their gazes, Mu Zhi’an arrived before the Heavenly Court’s gate.
He slowly reached out and touched it.
He closed his eyes, as if preparing himself.
Meanwhile, on the Ascension Stage, Ye Qingxin glanced at one of the paintings and saw Ye Yu, having passed the first trial, ascending the staircase. A look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.
Although he wasn’t as fast as Mu Zhi’an, he was still faster than most of the other prodigies.
Her descendant was truly talented.
Once Ye Yu passed the trial, he would encounter Mu Zhi’an before the Heavenly Court’s gate.
And then, her goal would be achieved.
Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a seductive smile as she looked at Mu Zhi’an.
He had opened his eyes, his Spiritual Energy stabilized, his black and gold robe giving him an air of elegance and nobility. His profile was undeniably handsome.
Few could compare to him in terms of appearance.
However, in the world of cultivation, looks weren’t everything…
Ye Qingxin was about to look away and observe the other participants when a bright light suddenly caught her eye.
She narrowed her eyes and turned to look.
A brilliant, boundless light was emanating from the painting, surging like a tidal wave.
And then, under Ye Qingxin’s widening eyes, she saw an unforgettable scene.
Mu Zhi’an, within the painting, placed his hand on the Heavenly Court’s gate.
Then, without any resistance, he slowly pushed it open.
