111: The Queen Mother of the West, concerned, set off for the Sacred Land of Yao Guang.

Yao Xi let out a soft snort but didn't deny it. Instead, she buried her face in his chest and said in a low voice, "Her Majesty, the Queen Mother of the West is coming to visit me and the child. She arrives tomorrow."

Hearing Yao Xi's words, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Wen's eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened: "She's coming at the perfect time. This time, I will definitely make her stay and have her carry my child as well. Otherwise, I won't let her return."

His tone carried a trace of unquestionable dominance, as if the Queen Mother of the West's arrival had long been part of his plan.

Hearing this, Yao Xi couldn't help but laugh. She raised her hand and gently thumped his chest: "You really are insatiable. Her Majesty, the Queen Mother of the West is not that easy to deal with. Don't end up going for the wool and coming home shorn."

Ye Wen caught her hand, lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, and spoke with a hint of confidence and hidden meaning: "Don't worry, I have my ways. No matter how strong the Queen Mother of the West is, she won't escape my palm."

Yao Xi didn't argue further. She simply leaned quietly against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Her fingertips lightly traced his lapel, and her voice carried a faint trace of emotion: "You're always so overbearing. But... it's precisely because you're like this that I'm willing to stay here."

Ye Wen looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness: "Yao Xi, you and the child will always be the most important people to me."

Yao Xi didn't reply, but buried her face a little deeper, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Inside the room, the flickering candlelight reflected their leaning figures. Ye Wen's gaze pierced through the window lattice toward the distant horizon, a profound look flashing in his eyes. He knew that the Queen Mother of the West's arrival would be a key step in his plan. This time, he would never let her leave easily.

Sensing his thoughts, Yao Xi said softly, "Her Majesty, the Queen Mother of the West is not so easy to handle. You must be careful."

Ye Wen smiled and whispered into her ear: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. But before that, shouldn't we enjoy this rare time alone?"

Hearing this, Yao Xi's cheeks turned slightly red, but she didn't refuse, simply closing her eyes gently.

Under the candlelight, their figures intertwined as if only the two of them remained in the world. The thin gauze dress flowed like water, covering them and reflecting a faint luster. Only the sounds of soft breathing and heartbeats remained in the room, as if time itself had stood still... Deep within the Yaochi Holy Land, in a private bath surrounded by spiritual mist, the Holy Lord of Yaochi, the Queen Mother of the West, soaked quietly in the warm spiritual spring. The water was crystal clear, with faint petals floating on the surface, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, draped wetly over her shoulders, adorned with crystalline water droplets that complemented her exquisite face.

The Queen Mother of the West's features were as beautiful as a painting, her eyes as brilliant as stars, yet they held a trace of faint detachment and coldness. Her skin was like snow, and her lips the color of cherries, carrying a hint of stubbornness and resolve when pursed. Her figure was graceful, her steps light; every step seemed to tread upon the clouds, carrying an ethereal quality that seemed untouched by the mortal world.

However, at this moment, a trace of complexity appeared in the Queen Mother of the West's expression. Her fingertips lightly traced the water's surface, stirring ripples that seemed to speak of the turmoil in her heart.

A year ago, the Queen Mother of the West was the supreme existence of the Yaochi Holy Land, an icy goddess whom countless Cultivators looked up to. Her aura was as cold as frost, as if nothing in the world could shake her heart. However, since spending a few days with Ye Wen at the Yaoguang Holy Land, her temperament had quietly changed.

Her features still held coldness and detachment, yet there was an extra trace of hard-to-detect softness. Her eyes were still as brilliant as stars, but they were no longer as cold as autumn waters; instead, they held a faint warmth. Her skin was still like snow, but it was no longer as cold as ice, carrying a faint blush.

Her figure was still graceful, but no longer as light as the wind. Her long hair still cascaded like a waterfall, but it was no longer as dark as ink, possessing a faint luster.

The Queen Mother of the West gently closed her eyes, and images from a year ago surfaced in her mind. Back then, she was still the supreme existence of the Yaochi Holy Land, the icy goddess for all Cultivators. However, after those few days with Ye Wen in the Yaoguang Holy Land, her temperament had changed quietly.

Her fingertips lightly traced the water, stirring ripples that spoke of the waves in her heart. Her features still held coldness and detachment, but with an added, subtle softness. Her eyes were as brilliant as stars, no longer cold as autumn waters, but filled with a faint warmth.

"Ye Wen... just what do you want?" the Queen Mother of the West murmured softly, her tone carrying complex emotions. Her fingertips lightly brushed over a faint green tooth mark on the side of her neck, followed by a soft sigh. Her aura was still cold, but no longer kept people a thousand miles away; it now held a touch of the mortal world.

The Queen Mother of the West's mood was complex and subtle. She knew Ye Wen possessed the Yin-Yang Body, and that Great Saint bringing back the Saintess of the Ziwei Star Domain was surely Ye Wen's idea. She marveled at how impatient Ye Wen was, even having a Great Saint emerge; this made her feelings toward Ye Wen even more complicated.

A year ago, she had spent a few days with Ye Wen at the Yaoguang Holy Land and had even given him her first time. She didn't know how to face Ye Wen and had returned to the Yaochi Holy Land early back then. Now that her own Saintess from Yaochi had given birth, she, as the Holy Lord of Yaochi, should naturally go to visit. Not to mention a Great Saint had emerged at the Yaoguang Holy Land; regardless of the reason, she needed to make a trip there, which meant she would have to face Ye Wen.

Thinking of the man who had taken her, a rare shy blush appeared on the Queen Mother of the West's face. Her fingertips lightly brushed over the faint green tooth mark on her neck, followed by a soft sigh. Her aura was still cold, but it no longer felt distant; it had gained a touch of human warmth.

"Queen Mother..." Just as the Queen Mother of the West was lost in thought, a maid dressed in a thin gauze dress walked in.

"What is it?" The Queen Mother of the West did not turn around in the bath, but simply asked the entering maid.

"It's a message from the Yaoguang Holy Land. That Great Saint from Yaoguang has invited all the Holy Lands to visit. Most Holy Lands have already begun their journey, and we..." The maid informed the Queen Mother of the West of all the news sent back by the scouts from the Yaoguang Holy Land.

"That Great Saint does not have much time left; his invitation must naturally be honored. However, there's no rush. It won't be too late to set off tomorrow." The Queen Mother of the West was not anxious. She rose from the bath, revealing her perfect and voluptuous body.

The maid nearby hurriedly stepped forward to serve the Queen Mother of the West as she changed into new clothes.

"Pass down the order: we set off for the Yaoguang Holy Land tomorrow morning. Have them make the arrangements." After saying this, the Queen Mother of the West left the bathroom.

To go to the Yaoguang Holy Land, she would need to call upon the Foundation of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Facing that man, the Queen Mother of the West knew he had his sights set on her. For her own sake, she had no choice but to borrow the power of the ultimate dao emperor weapon... The next morning, the Yaochi Holy Land, having long since prepared, set off toward the Yaoguang Holy Land in the Southern Region with a fleet of massive warships at the Queen Mother of the West's command.