Yao Ji Descends, The Three Sons of Destiny

Just then, the Three-headed Flood Dragon opened its massive jaws, and three dazzling Dragon Pearls slowly floated out from its mouth.

The Dragon Pearls radiated a terrifyingly powerful energy, their light blazing like the scorching sun as they hurtled straight toward Yao Ji!

Yao Ji was instantly engulfed by this overwhelming force. She felt as though a mountain of immense weight had pressed down on her body, rendering her utterly unable to move.

Seizing the opportunity, the Three-headed Flood Dragon extended its sharp claws and struck at Yao Ji's heart with lightning speed.

A dull thud rang out as the Three-headed Flood Dragon brutally crushed Yao Ji's heart!

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding clouds crimson.

Yao Ji let out a agonized scream. Her delicate body lost its support and, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted straight down from the clouds, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The Three-headed Flood Dragon gazed at Yao Ji, who lay before it with breath faint and life hanging by a thread. After a brief assessment, it concluded that she was surely doomed. Without lingering, it shook its form, transformed into a streak of light, and vanished swiftly into the horizon.

At that very moment, a scholar named Yang Tianyou happened to pass by, holding a scroll in hand and leading a donkey.

He caught a glimpse of Yao Ji lying in a pool of blood and was startled. Hurriedly, he rushed over in quick strides to check on her.

He saw Yao Ji's face pale as paper, her breath as faint as a thread, and her clothes soaked through with blood—a truly pitiful sight.

Yang Tianyou's heart raced with anxiety, and he asked with deep concern, "Miss, how did you come to be so gravely injured? I am but a humble man, but I wish to do what I can to save your life. Is there any way I might help?"

Yao Ji pondered inwardly, reluctant to let this mortal come to her aid. After all, he was merely a man of flesh and blood. If he truly saved her, it might bring him unforeseen harm.

Yet, thinking of the Three-headed Flood Dragon still on the loose and uncaught, she feared that if she missed this chance, it would be even harder to subdue it later. She found herself caught in a dilemma.

Finally, Yao Ji parted her crimson lips and spoke softly, "There is one way to save my life, but I wonder if you, sir, would be willing to try?"

Yang Tianyou heard this and quickly asked, "What method is it? Speak without hesitation!"

Yao Ji fixed her beautiful eyes on Yang Tianyou and said, word by word, "You must offer me half of your heart."

Yang Tianyou was taken aback, muttering to himself, "Hmm? Half a heart... Can a heart really be split like this? Still, this young lady is so stunningly beautiful, with a face that could topple kingdoms, like a heavenly immortal descended to earth. It would be a true pity if she were to perish here. And I am nothing but a poor, struggling scholar. Even if I lose my life, it wouldn't matter much."

After a moment of deliberation, Yang Tianyou nodded resolutely and replied, "Very well, I am willing! But how am I to deliver this heart to you, miss?" Though his words carried a hint of confusion, his gaze was unwavering.

Yao Ji's face was as pale as paper. Gritting her teeth, she mustered the last shred of her Magic Power and painstakingly cast a spell.

A faint beam of light shot from her hand, striking straight at Yang Tianyou's heart.

In an instant, Yang Tianyou's heart was split in two by that force!

Without a moment's hesitation, Yao Ji reached out, carefully took one half of the heart, and placed it into the spot where her own heart lay.

As the half-heart entered Yao Ji's body, a warm current surged through her, bringing some relief to her weakened form.

But this massive operation was too much for Yang Tianyou to bear. Darkness clouded his vision, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

After receiving this half-heart, Yao Ji only managed to gain a small portion of Magic Power, but it was enough to heal her severe injuries.

She focused her mind, channeling the newly acquired Magic Power to repair her damaged Meridians and wounds.

Before long, the shocking scars on Yao Ji's body gradually faded, and her breathing steadied.

Feeling that her condition had improved, Yao Ji decided to immediately ride the clouds to pursue the Three-headed Flood Dragon, lest it cause more harm.

So, Yao Ji took a deep breath, leaped up, and tried to step onto the clouds.

But to her surprise, the moment she jumped, she lost her balance and fell straight back to the ground.

"???" Yao Ji was stunned, her mind full of confusion. "What's happening? My Magic Power is gone?"

She quickly looked down at Yang Tianyou, still lying unconscious on the ground, and murmured to herself, "Could it be because his heart hasn't fully merged with mine yet? I suppose I'll have to give up the chase for now and wait for my power to recover slowly..."

With that thought, Yao Ji walked over to Yang Tianyou, crouched down, gently shook his shoulder, and called softly, "Sir, sir, wake up."

Under Yao Ji's shaking, Yang Tianyou felt his head spin, dizzy and terribly uncomfortable.

After a long while, he slowly came to and opened his eyes with effort.

When he saw that the person before him was Yao Ji, a look of surprise lit up his face. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Miss, you're better? Wonderful! I didn't expect that I wouldn't die either..."

"Yes, sir. I, this humble woman, thank you for saving my life. If not for your timely aid, I would surely have perished."

Yao Ji, with a grateful expression, clasped her hands and bowed gracefully to Yang Tianyou. Her figure was elegant, her features lovely, and though she looked a bit haggard from her injuries, her natural beauty still shone through.

"Miss, you flatter me. To have saved someone as kind and beautiful as you is my honor."

Yang Tianyou replied with a warm smile on his face, his voice gentle. "May I ask where your home is? How did you come to be injured and unconscious here all alone?"

Yao Ji lowered her eyes slightly, a trace of sorrow and helplessness flickering within them. She spoke slowly, "You may not know, sir, but I was traveling with my family when we unfortunately got separated. Then, by ill luck, I was attacked by a fierce beast, which left me gravely wounded and collapsed here. Thanks to your rescue, sir, or the consequences would have been unthinkable." With that, Yao Ji let out a soft sigh.

Hearing this, Yang Tianyou felt a surge of pity rise in his heart. He quickly comforted her, "Miss, don't worry too much. Since you have no place to stay now, why not come home with me first? It's not safe for you to be alone out here."

Yao Ji hesitated for a moment but finally nodded and replied, "Then I'll trouble you, sir." So, Yao Ji followed Yang Tianyou back to his home at Guanjiang Pass.

In the days that followed, Yao Ji secretly searched for traces of the escaped Three-headed Flood Dragon while peacefully recovering from her injuries.

During this time of living together day and night, the feelings between Yao Ji and Yang Tianyou gradually deepened.

They strolled together along mountain paths, sharing the beauty of spring flowers and autumn moons; they sat together by the hearth, chatting and laughing.

Unknowingly, their hearts drew closer and closer, and a profound affection slowly blossomed between them.

Time passed like flowing water. On a sunny and breezy day, Yao Ji and Yang Tianyou were wed, becoming a loving couple.

Not long after their marriage, Yao Ji gave birth to three lovely children: the eldest son, Yang Jiao; the second son, Yang Jian; and the youngest daughter, Yang Chan.

The family was harmonious and joyful, their life filled with happiness.

Yet far away in the Qinghua Great Emperor's Manor within the Heavenly Court, Su Mu was busy handling various affairs of the court.

But he never stopped paying attention to the mortal realm. When he learned that Yao Ji had successfully given birth to Yang Jian and the other two, Su Mu couldn't help but smile faintly and murmur to himself, "Finally, this moment has come..."

Su Mu waved his hand, and a beam of spiritual light flew into the Longevity Great Emperor's Manor. Then, like a bolt of lightning, Su Mu shot forth and instantly left the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, far away in the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, Daoist Zhunti, through his vast and miraculous powers, perceived that Yao Ji had safely delivered her three sons.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to use his means to have this news passed on to Haotian.

Upon learning of this, Haotian God flew into a thunderous rage. His usually calm and serene face twisted into a hideous snarl of fury.

In his eyes, his own sister Yao Ji had secretly consorted with a mortal man and borne children—such conduct was a grave desecration of the Heavenly Court's dignity and a severe blow to its honor.

Without hesitation, he ordered Marshal Tianpeng to lead a host of heavenly soldiers and generals to capture Yao Ji and her children.

Though he knew in his heart that he could have sent Kong Xuan or Dapeng to carry out this task.

However, although those two currently held high positions in the Heavenly Court, he could not yet command them at will or drive them as he pleased.

After all, there were many complex relationships and entanglements of interest between them.

For this reason, after careful deliberation, he ultimately decided to dispatch Marshal Tianpeng to lead the army on the mission.

Upon receiving the order, Marshal Tianpeng dared not delay in the slightest. He immediately mustered his troops and, in a mighty procession, flew down toward the mortal realm.

Before long, they arrived above the doorstep of Yang Tianyou's home.

At that moment, the eldest son, Yang Jiao, and the second son, Yang Jian, were happily playing and frolicking in the yard, while the youngest daughter, Yang Chan, sat quietly on the steps at the door, watching her brothers' joy with rapt attention.

Suddenly, the bright sunlight was blocked by a vast shadow, plunging the entire courtyard into gloom. Sensing something amiss, Yang Chan looked up—and the sight before her filled her with such terror that she burst into loud, wailing sobs.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, look!" Yang Chan sobbed, pointing a trembling hand at the sky.

Yang Jiao and Yang Jian followed their sister's gaze and saw a dense mass of heavenly soldiers and generals shrouding the sky like dark clouds, led by the imposing Marshal Tianpeng.

The two boys quickly ran to Yang Chan's side, shielding her tightly behind them.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from inside the house. Yang Tianyou and Yao Ji, having heard Yang Chan's cries, rushed out.

"What's wrong, Chan'er? What happened?" Yao Ji asked anxiously. But when her eyes fell on Marshal Tianpeng and the heavenly soldiers in the sky, her face turned deathly pale, drained of all color.

Yao Ji knew this was dire. Without a second thought, she swiftly turned and handed the three children to Yang Tianyou, urging him urgently, "Husband, this is critical! Take the children and flee! You must protect them..." Before she could finish, tears streamed down her face.

"Wife, what is going on? Who are these people? What do they want?" Yang Tianyou asked, his brow furrowed with confusion and unease.

"Husband, say no more! Leave this place at once!" Yao Ji's face was frantic as she answered him, pushing them away with all her strength.

Though still full of questions, Yang Tianyou saw how tense Yao Ji was and could only nod helplessly, then led the children away in haste.

But just as they turned to leave, Marshal Tianpeng waved his hand and ordered the soldiers behind him, "Go at once and pursue Yang Tianyou and the others! No mistakes!"

Seeing the heavenly soldiers chasing after Yang Tianyou and the children, Yao Ji's heart burned with desperation.

Ignoring everything else, she flickered and tried to fly forward to block the soldiers. But Marshal Tianpeng stepped in front of her in a flash.

"Princess Yao Ji, the Great Celestial Venerable has learned of your affairs here and is now in a thunderous rage. Please return to the Heavenly Court with me, lest the situation worsen," Marshal Tianpeng said gravely.

"Tianpeng, get out of my way! Or don't blame me for being rude!" Yao Ji shouted in panic and fury.

Seeing that Tianpeng showed no sign of yielding, Yao Ji hesitated no longer. With a sharp cry, she raised her jade hand, and a fierce beam of light shot straight at Tianpeng.

Meanwhile, the heavenly soldiers on the other side moved swiftly and soon caught up with Yang Tianyou and his four children.

These soldiers wore vicious expressions and, without mercy, struck at them with a terrifying divine technique. In an instant, light blazed and the aura was overwhelming, as if it would swallow Yang Tianyou and the others whole.

Yang Tianyou spread his arms wide, standing like an unshakable mountain, resolutely shielding the three children behind him.

His resolute face bore an expression of utter fearlessness, as if he were ready to die together with the enemy.

Behind him, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan were pale with terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They squeezed their eyes shut, not daring to look at the dreadful fate about to befall them, silently praying for heaven to protect them through this ordeal.

Time passed, second by second, but the anticipated fatal blow never came. After a long moment, the children gradually sensed that nothing seemed amiss, and they slowly opened their tightly shut eyes.

When their gaze fell upon the scene before them, they were stunned—there, standing in front of them, were two people who had appeared out of nowhere.