Three Thousand Years Older, Ranked Among Immortals!

Hearing Ye Xuan's slightly teasing yet quite serious inquiry, the Gray-Robed Woman's expression flickered for a moment.

A name?

That word felt too distant to her, as far away as something from a past era.

Ever since she had fallen silent in that ancient battle and sealed herself here, the world only knew of the Twin Pupils Woman, only knew of the undefeated legend who had killed until no one dared claim supremacy. No one remembered her original name anymore.

Her red lips parted slightly, just about to answer.

But in that instant, a subtle ripple spread between them.

It was a unique resonance between those with double pupils, and also the supreme divine ability of her Ancient Double Pupils—Mind Reading.

At this close distance, combined with Ye Xuan's relaxed state of mind and lack of deliberate defense, the active thoughts deep in his heart were reflected in the woman's Consciousness Sea as clearly as words on a page.

Ye Xuan was currently looking at her.

Though his Chaos Heavy Pupils had restrained their divine light, his gaze hadn't shifted. Instead, it brazenly appraised this peerless ancient woman.

His thoughts surged like a tide:

"Gotta say, this woman's aura is absolutely stunning."

"Though endless years have passed, her figure, her face, that transcendent divinity... aside from my master Willow Deity, she's definitely the finest woman I've ever seen."

"I wonder, in that ancient era of rising heroes and chaotic Gods and Devils, was there any man who could catch her eye? Anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her?"

"Probably not. The Twin Pupils are the Invincible Path itself. A woman like this is too proud, too strong. Ordinary prodigies probably can't even lift their heads before her."

Ye Xuan's inner voice continued, growing bolder, carrying a conqueror's desire unique to the Human Emperor.

"But in this life, she's met me."

"Since my twin pupils' origin is stronger than hers, does that mean... I might have a chance to suppress her in the future?"

"To beat this ancient war goddess into submission, then win her heart—the satisfaction... tsk tsk."

"Though her age is a mystery—who knows how many tens of thousands of years she's lived, or even longer. In the cultivation world, she's a fossil at the Ancestor level."

"But..."

The little figure in Ye Xuan's heart seemed to smirk, and a famous saying popped into his mind:

"As the saying goes, 'A woman three years older brings gold bricks to your door.'"

"'Three thousand years older, and she's Ranked Among Immortals!'"

"Marrying her wouldn't just give me an invincible Dao companion, but also save me tens of thousands of years of detours. This deal, however you calculate it, is a steal..."

Inside the Stone Pavilion, the air suddenly grew quiet.

Dead silent, even.

The flowing Chaos Qi seemed to freeze from an intangible chill.

Ye Xuan, lost in his pleasant fantasies, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He snapped back to reality, refocusing his gaze on the woman before him.

The Gray-Robed Woman, who had just been calm and slightly nostalgic, now wore an extremely vivid expression on her stunning face.

A half-smile, with a twitch at the corner of her eye.

Her Twin Pupils, once as deep as the starry sky, now flickered with a dangerous light, fixed straight on Ye Xuan.

"Uh..."

Ye Xuan's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling washing over him.

"Senior?" he tested cautiously.

The Gray-Robed Woman didn't speak immediately.

She slowly stood up, her gray robes rustling without wind.

She circled half a turn around Ye Xuan, as if re-evaluating this audacious junior.

"Little one."

Finally, she spoke.

Her voice was still pleasant, with a hint of husky charm, but her tone now carried a teasing amusement.

"You're young, but your ambition is quite something."

Ye Xuan blinked, forcing calm: "Senior flatters me. This junior has always aimed high."

"Aimed high?"

The woman let out a light laugh, the smile tinged with playfulness.

She leaned in closer to Ye Xuan, her Twin Pupils locked onto his eyes, and said slowly, word by word:

"Suppress me?"

"Carrying a beauty home?"

"And also..."

She paused, her expression turning somewhat peculiar, as if savoring the meaning behind those words.

"Three thousand years older, ranked among immortals?"

Boom!

The moment those words left her lips, Ye Xuan felt as though a Five Thunderbolts had struck him directly on the Crown of the Head.

His entire body froze.

Staring at the woman's all-seeing gaze, at her faint, knowing smile.

All his wishful thinking shattered in an instant.

He forgot!

He had actually forgotten!

The one before him was the Ancient Twin Pupils Woman, the progenitor of eye techniques!

One of the standard skills of a Twin Pupils wielder was Mind Reading!

It could peer into hearts and discern thoughts!

All those rebellious, even somewhat "rogue" thoughts he'd just had—she'd heard them all?

Every single word?

"Ahem, ahem..."

Even Ye Xuan, whose face was thick as a city wall as the Human Emperor, couldn't help but blush.

This was a public execution!

Awkward.

Too awkward.

"Senior, please, let me explain."

Ye Xuan cleared his throat twice, trying to salvage his crumbling image.

"It's a misunderstanding. That was my recognition of your strength, and the highest praise for your beauty!"

"Praise?"

The woman raised an eyebrow, her gaze growing more dangerous.

"So you're saying I'm old?"

"Three thousand years older?"

"No, no, no!" Ye Xuan waved his hands frantically, his survival instinct kicking in. "That was describing your profound depth, like an immortal or a god! In my eyes, Senior, you're peerlessly elegant—time never defeats a beauty. You look even fresher than an eighteen-year-old maiden!"

Hearing this slick defense, the woman let out a light snort.

Though she had lived through endless ages and her heart was as still as an ancient well, she was still a woman.

Being openly thought of as someone to "suppress" and "carry home" stirred ripples in her lofty composure.

A mix of embarrassment and novelty.

In all those long, lonely years, no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous before her.

Those so-called prodigies of antiquity—every one of them had treated her with utmost respect.

Except this young man before her.

Outwardly respectful, but with a core of domineering ambition to conquer everything.

"Glib tongue."

The woman shot him a glance, and in that moment, her charm seemed to brighten even the Chaos Small World.

She sat back down on the stone stool, smoothed her robes, and her expression regained some seriousness.

But a faint, barely noticeable blush lingered at the tips of her ears.

"From now on, don't call me Twin Pupils Woman anymore."

She looked at Ye Xuan, her tone earnest.

"I have a name."

"This lady's surname is Ao, single name Tong."

"Ao Tong."

Ye Xuan's expression turned solemn at her words.

Ao Tong.

Ao, the surname of the Dragon Race, signifying nobility and antiquity.

Tong, naturally referring to her unmatched Dual Pupils.

The name carried a blend of dominance and sharpness, fitting her persona perfectly.

"Ao Tong..."

Ye Xuan rolled the name around in his mouth twice, then lifted his head, breaking into that trademark radiant smile.

"Alright, Sister Ao Tong!"

That "sister" rolled off his tongue with such ease and warmth.

He'd dropped straight from "senior" to "sister," closing the gap in seniority by a mile.

Ao Tong was momentarily taken aback.

She looked at this little rascal who was so quick to climb the ladder, feeling both amused and exasperated.

This kid's skin was probably thicker than the barrier of the Ancient Sacred Academy itself.