105: All you need to do is bear me children.

Early the next morning, as the first light of dawn broke, Goddess Peak was shrouded in a thin veil of mist, looking like a fairyland. The Saintesses, still in their dreams, were awakened by a series of soft footsteps. They opened their eyes to see a group of maids dressed in bright black silk qipaos standing before their beds, smiling with a gentle yet undeniable gaze.

"Saintesses, please follow us to the Immortal Pool for a bath, and then you will have an audience with the Saint." The lead maid's voice was clear, with a hint of unquestionable authority in her tone.

Although the Saintesses were puzzled, they sensed that the aura emanating from these maids was not at all weaker than their own, and even showed signs of surpassing them. They immediately didn't dare to say much and could only submissively get up and follow.

One hundred maids led the eight hundred and twenty-eight Saintesses in a grand procession through the backyard of Goddess Peak to an Immortal Pool surrounded by clouds and mist. Spiritual springs gurgled around the pond, the water was crystal clear, and light petals floated on the surface, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

The lead maid stood by the Immortal Pool, her gaze sweeping over the Saintesses, and said flatly, "Saintesses, you may only have an audience with the Saint after bathing. You are fortunate because you are the second group to reside on Goddess Peak. Please cherish this opportunity."

Although her tone was calm, it carried an invisible sense of pressure. The Saintesses looked at each other; though they still had doubts, they didn't dare to say more and could only submissively step into the Immortal Pool.

Two hours later, the Saintesses emerged from the Immortal Pool after bathing. Their skin was as translucent as congealed fat, and a thin layer of Immortal Qi swirled around them, as if they had been reborn. Their long hair draped wetly over their shoulders, with water droplets dripping from the ends, accentuating their peerless beauty.

The maids changed them into various immortal robes and long skirts, each exquisitely crafted as if custom-made for them. Ancient patterns were embroidered on the dresses, emitting a faint divine light that made their temperaments even more ethereal.

Yan Qingmei wore a golden long skirt with ancient runes embroidered on the hem, as if carrying the glory and splendor of the Human King Hall. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like cold stars, with a hint of sharpness and pride in her gaze. Her hair was as black as ink, draped over her shoulders, adorned with a golden hairpin that emitted a faint divine light. Her skin was like snow, her lips the color of cherries, pressed slightly together with a hint of stubbornness and defiance.

Fairy Qingxue wore a white robe, pure as snow, like a Fairy descending from the Nine Heavens. Her features were like a painting, her eyes clear as autumn water, yet with a hint of aloofness and indifference. Her skin was translucent, as if it could be broken by a mere breath, and a layer of faint Immortal Qi swirled around her, making people not dare to desecrate her. Her hair fell like a waterfall to her waist, without any decorations, making her look even more pure and refined.

Princess Yueshi wore a silver long skirt with ancient Yao Race runes embroidered on the hem, emitting a faint Demonic Qi. Her features were like a painting, her eyes as bright as stars, yet with a hint of wildness and unrestraint. Her skin was as translucent as white jade, her lips the color of blood, slightly curled with a hint of enchantment and charm. Her hair was silver, dancing lightly in the wind, adorned with several translucent Yao Crystals that emitted a faint light.

Princess Yueling wore a purple long skirt with ancient imperial runes embroidered on the hem, emitting a faint aura of the imperial path. Her features were like a painting, her eyes as bright as stars, yet with a hint of gentleness and agility. Her skin was like snow, her lips the color of cherries, slightly curled with a hint of innocence and playfulness. Her hair fell like a waterfall to her waist, adorned with a purple crown that emitted a faint divine light.

Yi Qingwu wore a moon-white long skirt, the hem swaying gently like flowing water, as if it were a veil woven from moonlight. Her features were like a painting, her eyes as bright as stars, yet with a hint of coldness and aloofness. Her skin was like snow, her lips the color of cherries, pressed slightly together with a hint of stubbornness and fortitude. Her hair fell like a waterfall to her waist, adorned with several translucent Moonlight Stones, like stars falling into the mortal world.

After bathing and changing, the Saintesses, led by the maids, slowly walked toward the palace where Ye Wen was. Their steps were light, as if treading on clouds, carrying an ethereal quality. Their faces were peerless, their temperaments varied, as if gathering all the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth.

The lead maid walked at the very front, a hint of faint pride in her eyes. She knew that these Saintesses would become a part of Goddess Peak, and their fates would henceforth be closely linked to the Saint, eventually becoming like the first group of Saintesses who moved in, bearing children for the Saint.

Soon, the group arrived at the Saint's palace.

The maids led the many Saintesses of the Ziwei Star Domain into the palace. The interior was magnificent, filled with Spiritual Qi, as if they were in a celestial palace above the Nine Heavens. Ye Wen sat high above in the palace, dressed in white, with an ethereal temperament and eyes as deep as stars, carrying an invisible pressure.

The lead maid stepped forward slowly, bowed slightly, and said in a soft and respectful voice, "Saint, these Saintesses have finished bathing and have come for an audience."

Ye Wen nodded, his gaze slowly sweeping over the Saintesses below. His gaze was very gentle and refined, yet it also carried a hint of playfulness and deep meaning. After a moment, Ye Wen spoke slowly:

"My original plan was only for Senior Wuming to bring back Yi Qingwu alone. However, Senior Wuming knows that my Physique is special, so he simply brought you all back together. This is an unexpected surprise, but it can be considered as completing my goal ahead of schedule. After all, you will all eventually become my women."

As his voice fell, the Saintesses looked up one after another, their eyes full of shock and confusion. Ye Wen's gaze moved from Yi Qingwu and slowly swept over Yan Qingmei, Fairy Qingxue, Princess Yueshi, Princess Yueling, and the others, as he continued:

"My Physique is called the Yin-Yang Physique, a special Physique that can enhance strength through Dual Cultivation with women. And the women who practice Dual Cultivation with me can also improve their own Aptitude. Some of you may have heard of this Physique."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an invisible sense of pressure. Upon hearing this, waves of shock surged in the Saintesses' hearts. Although they had heard rumors of the Yin-Yang Physique, they had never thought they would become "nourishment" for such a Physique.

Ye Wen's gaze swept over everyone again, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth: "Now that you have come to Goddess Peak, you are my people. To become my women, you need to practice Dual Cultivation with me and eventually conceive my children. It's quite simple, isn't it?"

As his voice fell, there was silence in the hall. The Saintesses looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock, anger, and helplessness. They had never thought they would be treated so blatantly as "tools."