"So be it. Yuekong, stay and cultivate in the clan! And don't mention your aunt again!"

Hearing Yao Yuekong yield the clan's supreme Extreme Dao Weapon, his parents agreed without hesitation. After they left, Yao Yuekong faced his sister helplessly. Her willow brows held gentle charm, but her emerald eyes added an odd allure.

Despite her Heavenly Demon Body, she lacked bulging muscles, her limbs slender, waist as thin as his arm. She seemed frail, delicate. But Yao Yuekong knew her body's absurdity. She'd overpowered him since childhood.

In the womb, their mother consumed treasures to bolster fetal deficiencies—clan heirlooms that pained the Heavenly Demon Clan. He got none; she took all, perfecting her Heavenly Demon Body with extra mysteries. Out of the womb, she dominated. Growing up, he learned to yield, like now.

"Yuezhi, I didn't sell you. I meant to threaten Ye Chen with you and Aunt, but he misunderstood. I didn't expect him to be like that! I'd rather have died on that battlefield."

Seeing her emerald eyes gleam dangerously, he explained hastily.

Yao Yuezhi raised her brows, smiling sweetly. "Elder brother's like a father. Even if you betrothed me to Ye Chen, how could I refuse?"

Sensing trouble, he blurted, "I gave you the weapon's inheritance!"

Her brows curved, eyes crescent. "Brother, you're so kind. I need materials for an array, but I'm short. I was going to borrow from you, but after you gave me the inheritance, how could I ask? I'll visit the Peacock Clan, ask Aunt for a loan…"

Yao Yuekong shuddered, lips twitching. "How much do you need?"

Her eyes curved more. "How much do you have?"

He shivered, regretting not dying to Ye Chen's fist. Later, emptied, he left the hall, saying helplessly, "I promised Ye Chen nothing, so don't worry."

Yao Yuezhi shook her head. "Ancestor doubts my immortal potential, wanting to bet on the Undying Celestial Phoenix Clan, using me for a marriage alliance to secure an immortal realm slot. If the Holy Emperor's heir is that strong, with a treasury to fuel my ascension, being his Dao companion wouldn't hurt. He's interested in Aunt too, right? If he's capable, I could persuade her."

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Yuekong shuddered, stepping back, saying earnestly, "It's just a proposal. If you don't want it, I'll beg Ancestor."

Yao Yuezhi gazed afar, lost in thought, silent.

Moments later, news arrived.

Yao Yuekong frowned, puzzled. "The Victorious Fighting Ape Clan's Holy Prince? Sent someone to demand the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod? Said if Ye Chen doesn't comply, he'll take it himself? Who gave that monkey courage? I could beat him single-handedly!"

This generation's Victorious Fighting Apes were weak, their bloodlines impure. Even Yao Yuekong disdained them.

Yao Yuezhi's eyes lit up. "I heard they swapped the Holy Prince. A quasi-immortal's son, talent surpassing his father. Recently revived, not yet announced. Using the Heavenly Emperor's heir to make a name?"

Yuekong raised a brow, unsurprised. This era had many such figures—prodigies sealed in divine sources, unwilling to accept defeat or waiting for the Immortal Path. Most were high-potential prodigies saved for the End of Dharma. Their clan had some, but none matched Yao Yuezhi. Releasing them now was wasteful, so they stayed sealed.

"Will the Heavenly Emperor's heir back down?" Yao Yuezhi asked.

Recalling Ye Chen's imperial aura with the Heavenly Emperor Fist, Yao Yuekong shook his head. "No. He might even seek them out."

Yao Yuezhi's lips curved. "Really? I'm excited… let's see if the husband and uncle-in-law you picked for me are reliable!"

Yao Yuekong shuddered, nearly kneeling, begging her to stop.

Word spread deliberately. The cultivation world buzzed: the Victorious Fighting Ape Clan had a new Holy Prince. A quasi-immortal's son, talent surpassing his ancestors, even astonishing his father. He'd mastered Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to the eighth turn. His already absurd physique awakened new divine abilities, granting him peerless strength.

This alone sparked talk. But the real excitement was his demand for the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod. If Ye Chen didn't return it, he'd take it himself. The Heavenly Emperor's heir, undefeated against male cultivators, only stalemated women. The world anticipated a clash, eager to see the Holy Prince test Ye Chen's true power.

Ye Chen's fights were often instant kills, always effortless, never seeming full-strength. His longer battles, in arrays, were against women, fueling doubts about whether he was truly fighting. The Holy Prince's emergence promised a glimpse of Ye Chen's limits. Hype soared, all eyes on the Great Yan Continent, awaiting Ye Chen's response. Some wondered if he'd charge over himself.

…

In the Great Yan Continent, Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, Holy Son Peak.

A terrifying pressure surged, sweeping the holy land. Startled female cultivators on the peak beamed with joy. Their Holy Son, secluding for Second Heaven Mahayana, had succeeded! But surprise lingered. Only half a month? He was always fast, but this was too fast.