174: Chapter 174 He's a womanizer, no one can stop him.

The main Peak of the Divine Mountain, the Goddess's bedchamber was named the Qifeng Pavilion.

Su Yun stretched his limbs, leaning back on a wide armchair carved from a single piece of Mind-Concentrating Cold Jade.

Qing Yuan sat kneeling nearby with a submissive expression, her fingertips removing the bitter core of a Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus Seed before carefully feeding it to Su Yun.

Zi Yun had shed the elaborate robes that represented her majesty as the Goddess, wearing only a thin, form-fitting light purple gauze garment.

She knelt at Su Yun's feet, her hands alternating as she massaged his calves with moderate pressure.

In the center of the main hall, Spiritual Qi had condensed into visible colorful mist.

Hundreds of large purple-gold chests stood open, containing the top-tier cultivation resources from the Xiao Family's internal treasury.

Nine-Revolution Thunder-Pattern Golden Core, Chaos Source Liquid, Tianshu Phoenix Blood Grass.

These treasures, which would be enough to trigger a bloody war between Sects in the outside world, were now piled haphazardly on the white jade floor tiles.

Su Yun raised his right hand, his five fingers clawing at the air toward the supplies.

The Devouring Law of the Lower Realm Heavenly Dao Origin emerged from his body.

All material structures within the hall instantly disintegrated.

Rare medicinal herbs weathered away instantly, and Chaos Source Stones lost their luster, turning into powder.

A massive, peerless torrent of energy rushed straight into Su Yun's Dantian, all of it entering the map of mountains and rivers.

Within the world inside the map, Spiritual Qi turned into a waterfall, pouring downward.

The elites of the Taiyi Holy Land sat cross-legged on the mountain Peaks, devouring the high-dimensional Origin.

"This essence of a high-tier plane is completely free of Impurities."

Old Ancestor Taiyi's shriveled Physical Body quickly filled out, his eyes flashing with brilliant light.

"The Lord's methods are heaven-defying; he can actually extract Luck at will in the heart of an Upper Realm aristocratic Family."

Beside him, the Grand Elder suddenly opened his eyes as the barrier of the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation shattered.

"The Bottleneck that has stuck this old man for five thousand years is broken. Has the Lord completely emptied the Xiao Family's treasury?"

In the hall outside.

Watching Su Yun wantonly consume the Xiao Family's foundation, Zi Yun felt no heartache; instead, her eyes were filled with a morbid fanaticism.

"Husband's foundation is profound. It is the blessing of these worldly items to become the stepping stones for Husband to reach the Peak, "

Zi Yun rubbed her cheek against Su Yun's knee.

"Tomorrow, I will have the deacons guarding the internal treasury bring ten times more supplies."

...

In the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall, incense smoke curled in the air.

Grand Elder Xiao Wanshan knelt stiffly before the spirit tablets of the ancestors, his face ashen.

Behind him, over a dozen powerful Elders knelt in a neat row.

"Old Ancestor, please be the judge!"

Xiao Wanshan held the internal treasury ledgers high with both hands, his voice filled with extreme grief and indignation.

"In just three days! The Goddess used her power to suppress others, taking seventy percent of the top-tier resources from the treasury! That is the foundation the Xiao Family has accumulated over ten thousand years!"

"That bastard from the Lower Realm not only accepted everything but also publicly complained that our clan's hundred-thousand-year-old divine medicine smelled of earth, forcing the internal affairs deacons to wash them with water from the Heavenly River before sending them to the bedchamber! If this continues, the Xiao Family will surely be sucked dry!"

A red-robed Elder kowtowed forcefully, his forehead hitting the bluestone floor, blood flowing freely.

"This thief has bewitched the Goddess and ruined the principles of our Xiao Family. We implore the Old Ancestor to come out of seclusion, slay this villain, and set things right!"

The void deep within the Ancestral Hall underwent a violent distortion.

A decayed yet absolutely dominant pressure of rules immediately covered the entire area.

All the Elders instantly lost control of their Physical Bodies, pressed firmly against the ground, unable to even lift an eyelid.

Five golden characters shining with pure Dao principles gathered out of thin air: Everything depends on Ninger.

This was the supreme decree of the Xiao Family's Old Ancestor. There was no explanation, only pure autocracy.

Xiao Wanshan's eyes nearly burst, his throat worked, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor tiles.

"Disperse, do not disturb Ninger's quiet cultivation." An aged voice boomed over the Ancestral Hall, then fell completely silent.

The Elders' faces were pale as they looked at each other in silence.

The highest will of the Family had been issued; they were stripped of even the right to complain.

The absurd fact that a mortal from the Lower Realm had become the Upper Realm's number one Soft Rice King was forced upon them.

...

The back mountain of the Divine Mountain, the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Cave.

An area of absolute zero extreme cold, isolated from all life.

The hundred-zhang-thick layer of ten-thousand-year profound ice split open in a straight crack without warning.

Ice crystals splattered as a smooth, snow-white jade foot stepped out of the rift and onto the frozen ground.

The surrounding violent, freezing astral winds ceased their riot the moment they touched her skin, turning into threads of ice that wove into a luxurious ice-blue gown.

Xiao Ruoxue, Xiao Ninger's half-sister. She had been in seclusion for a hundred years and was in the Half-step Immortal King realm.

Outside the cave entrance, a deacon knelt in the snow, reporting the events at the Divine Soul Training Ground and the internal treasury's deficit over the past three days without missing a single word.

Xiao Ruoxue's face was exquisitely cold, without any emotional fluctuation.

She turned her head toward the Qifeng Pavilion, her ice-blue eyes revealing extreme rationality and scrutiny.

"Crippling the Divine Soul of a direct-line Prodigy, emptying the Family's internal treasury, and the Old Ancestor even stepped in to suppress the joint petition from the Council of Elders."

Xiao Ruoxue's voice was cold and hard.

"Has Ninger undergone Possession? Or has that insect from the Lower Realm cast an illusion that can even deceive the Old Ancestor?"

"The entire Divine Mountain is filled with complaints, yet no one dares to speak." The deacon lay on the ground, trembling.

Xiao Ruoxue raised her hand and brushed her sleeve, causing the wind and snow to stop.

"I will go take a look." She took a step forward, her body merging into a spatial rift and vanishing.

...

That night.

Inside the Qifeng Pavilion, the fragrance of medicine was rich.

After Su Yun finished devouring the last batch of Thunder-Pattern Golden Cores, the overflowing pure immortal power filled the hall with a charming and intoxicating atmosphere.

Zi Yun knelt up, her chest pressing against Su Yun's arm, her voice soft and sweet, filled with unreserved obsession.

"Husband, are the resources enough? If not, tomorrow I will take people to visit the Grand Elder's private Immortal Cave."

Su Yun turned his head, just about to speak.

The temperature in the hall plummeted.

The bedchamber's defensive array, which had been running smoothly, let out a piercing sound of cracking.

Thick frost quickly condensed on the surface of the light barrier.

In less than half a breath, all forty-nine Restrictions on the main Peak were frozen, their array patterns snapping and shattering.

The chill of absolute zero ignored spatial barriers and surged forcefully into the hall.

The extreme cold pressure of a Half-step Immortal King locked firmly onto Su Yun on the jade bed.

Su Yun did not stop his movements, his gaze remaining calm.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the long-dormant Heavenly Dao Origin vibrated frantically.

An extreme yearning for a homologous Law instantly transmitted to every part of his body.

Within that cold air was a key attribute puzzle piece to complete the Heavenly Dao rules.

The prey had come to the door of its own accord.

A very subtle curve appeared at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

Bang!

The heavy red sandalwood doors of the hall burst open inward.

Ice and snow drove straight in, freezing all the remaining empty medicine chests in the center of the hall into ice sculptures.

Outside the threshold, moonlight poured down.

Xiao Ruoxue stood in the center of the wind and snow.

Her ice-blue gown fluttered in the wind, and frost flowers formed at the tips of her long black hair.

Her cold gaze swept over the disheveled and flushed Zi Yun, stabbing directly at the white-robed youth who showed no immortal power fluctuations.

There were no unnecessary pleasantries; her killing intent was direct and pure.

"Mortal bone from the Lower Realm, is it you who bewitched Ninger?"