The moment the Goddess spoke, her voice, infinitely enchanting, made Ye Chen's heart skip a beat involuntarily.
One had to admit that such a Goddess was truly too bewitching to all living beings. Every frown and smile possessed unparalleled charm and grace; even he found it somewhat hard to resist.
This vixen, Ye Chen sighed inwardly.
The Goddess giggled coquettishly, her limpid autumn eyes turning with a myriad of world-shaking charms, and said, "I knew you would be with Little Peacock, and you would see all this."
"My dear little brother, your elder sister really misses you."
The Goddess said such words, but with a pink tongue lightly licking her red lips, that kind of allure was as captivating as could be. With a glance that could turn a hundred times, it was filled with the enchanting charm that could topple nations and cities—who could resist it?
Even Ye Chen was almost unable to withstand it. In all the world, probably few could compare to the Goddess's level of bewitching charm.
"Brother Yue!" Yi Wu spoke softly. She wore a long white dress as pure as snow, which outlined her exquisite figure with graceful curves, each set of beautiful lines particularly heart-stirring.
She was serene and gentle, peerlessly beautiful and demure, forever like the most virtuous and gentle wife. Her eyes rippled with tender autumn waves, pitifully touching.
Although this demeanor was not as bewitching to all as the Goddess's, it gave people a warm feeling as soft as a spring breeze, calming Ye Chen's heart and making him feel at ease. He whispered softly, "Wu'er."
This was Yi Wu, the first girl he loved in both his past and present lives, his childhood sweetheart.
At this moment, another innocent and lively girl giggled. Her hair was like a waterfall, and she wore mint-green robes. Her beautiful, exquisite face blossomed with a lively and pure smile: "Brother Qian Yue, there's me too."
"Chen'er."
Seeing this Chen'er, who was forever like crystal, untainted by dust and possessing a childlike heart, Ye Chen felt not only affection but also added a bit more doting love.
This was a girl forever childlike and lively, with a pure heart, innocent and unaffected. She was the second girl to enter his heart after Yi Wu.
Three beloved women reappeared before his eyes. Although they were only images on the Memory Jade and not real, they still brought Ye Chen joy and a sense of peace.
All these years of constantly growing stronger, constantly surpassing everything—what was it all for, if not for these three beloved women before him?
Only, there was still a regret in his heart.
Because one person was still missing—Yu Qing!
That was a wound that could not be smoothed over.
"Little brother, you must have seen the Memory Jade recording of your elder sister's martial contest for marriage, right?" The Goddess spoke charmingly, breaking his reverie. "You also know what kind of woman your elder sister is—one who keeps her word. If you don't appear at the Central Imperial City to participate in the martial contest for marriage assembly three months from now, believe me, I'll really be very happy. But the consequences—hehehe!"
She laughed very happily, enough to make the world sink into depravity. However, Ye Chen felt a chill run through his body upon hearing it. He looked at Zhao Jingruo with a shudder, feeling a headache coming on.
He naturally knew Zhao Jingruo's temperament. On the surface, she was a sacred and inviolable Goddess; behind the scenes, she was a bewitching vixen who could topple nations.
If he really didn't show up, it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't do something earth-shattering. He really had a terrible headache.
As if she could see Ye Chen's current predicament, the Goddess kept giggling coquettishly, laughing so hard her body trembled like a flower branch, very charming and moving.
Her phoenix eyes even flashed with dangerous brilliance as she said, "Little brother, does it give you a headache? Your elder sister can tell you a headache-free method. As long as you obediently come over, the three of us sisters will all be your wives. Then we'll find you a paradise, live carefree and happy with you, give you a few children—you'll be very happy, you know."
"Hehehe, I forgot to tell you, your elder sister also searched for a few particularly remarkable ancient strange books from Will. They're all colored paintings, recording some wonderful techniques, like 'Old Tree Coiling Roots,' 'Guanyin Sitting on Lotus,' 'Old Man Pushing Cart,' and so on. Hehehe, your elder sister guarantees you'll really like them."
"I wonder if you'll like it, like it, or like it?"
As she said this, she especially lightly licked her delicate red lips with her pink tongue. That kind of charm was particularly bewitching and world-toppling.
Ye Chen's heart raced violently a few times. Although he inwardly cursed that damned Will for giving the Goddess what kind of books to read—they all sounded like heretical paths—he also inexplicably felt his blood energy surge throughout his body.
It took him a good while to calm the restlessness in his heart, constantly rubbing his forehead. This vixen Goddess really gave him a headache.
Only, if he ever ran into that fellow Will, he would definitely teach him a good lesson. It's just that this kid also mysteriously disappeared from the Ancient God Continent; Ye Chen suspected he had come to the Ancient Emperor Continent.
But soon, Zhao Jingruo stopped being seductive. Her expression turned serious, transforming from a bewitching vixen to sacred and inviolable in an instant—a perfect switch.
Her peerlessly beautiful face carried a trace of gravity, unprecedented, making Ye Chen feel a sense of unease.
"Little brother, next I need to tell you something very important. In fact, this so-called martial contest for marriage assembly is not something the three of us sisters willingly organized. There are other important reasons behind it." The Goddess spoke, her tone exceptionally heavy, making Ye Chen's heart sink. Then he heard her say: "The Imperial Son has appeared!"
The Imperial Son naturally referred to the offspring of Supremes, like Imperial Wuming—the descendants of mythical Emperors and Sovereigns, inheriting the most powerful imperial and sovereign bloodline power.
They were the true young generation's supremes, suspected to be supreme prodigies in the Tenth Heaven mythical realm, possessing the backing of Emperors and Sovereigns.
Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression suddenly changed slightly. He hadn't expected this seemingly farcical martial contest for marriage assembly to actually involve an Imperial Son. Probably, there was some involvement from that Imperial Son behind the scenes.
Was it Imperial Wuming?
He wasn't sure. It might also be a Supreme offspring from the myriad realms.
He had long heard that Supreme offspring had once used the Dragon Phoenix Academy's passage to enter the Ancient Emperor Realm. This was another supremely powerful and invincible Imperial Son, worthy of Ye Chen's vigilance.
"His name is Shen Rong, an extremely powerful Imperial Son prodigy, even more powerful and transcendent than the Sun God, the Primordial Demon God, and Yuan Yao Divine King." The Goddess spoke, mentioning some information about this Imperial Son.
Imperial Son Shen Rong was not Imperial Wuming. He came from the myriad realms, a sealed Imperial Son prodigy from a certain Emperor and Sovereign clan in the center of the Myriad Domains. He was extremely powerful, confirmed to be a figure in the Tenth Heaven mythical realm, surpassing the strength of Immortal True Kings.
Moreover, this Imperial Son Shen Rong was suspected to already be at the Heavenly King realm. Although he couldn't fully display Heavenly King realm combat power on the Ancient Emperor Continent due to rules, he was still invincible.
Later, he encountered the three of them and was astonished, not only because of their peerless beauty but also because they were first-rate True King-level prodigies. He wanted to take them as Dao companions.