Time flew like a white colt flashing past a gap-the young master was nothing but a little terror!

Time flowed on like a white colt flashing past a gap, and in the blink of an eye, a year hurried by.

Throughout that year, the Eternal Ye Family enjoyed great peace.

After the Ye Family annihilated the Three Great Immortal Forces and the Blood Sea Forbidden Zone at the full-month banquet, no force dared to openly provoke the Eternal Ye Family again.

As for setting their sights on Ye Tian, they did not even dare entertain the thought.

Rumor had it that if you offended the Ye Family's God Emperor, Ye Junlin, you would at least still have a path to reincarnation.

But if you dared offend the God Emperor's Son, Ye Tian, congratulations—you would win a special package of utter soul annihilation.

Yet the world did not know that the Eternal Ye Family was nowhere near as peaceful as it appeared. Instead, turbulent waves surged within, leaving no peace at all.

The instigator of it all was naturally the Ye Family's Young Master, the one-year-old Ye Tian.

Imperial Pole Province, within the Eternal Ye Family's grounds.

Immortal mist curled through the air, and spiritual energy was so rich that it almost condensed into substance. It truly was a treasured immortal land, enough to set anyone's heart yearning.

Moreover, countless Ye Family disciples were scattered throughout the grounds, absorbing the sacred radiance of the sun and moon as they cultivated in quiet concentration.

Yet on one treasure island, chickens and dogs alike knew no peace, creating a stark contrast.

"Little ancestor, please, I'm begging you! Stop running around!"

High in the sky, a child laughed freely, utterly delighted.

Beneath him was a True Dragon twenty feet long, her body crystalline as jade and gleaming with a dazzling, jewel-like luster. The horns on her forehead resembled pearls and agate. She was the very picture of a fairy dragon, though unfortunately, she could not yet speak human words.

Behind the fairy dragon, two figures followed without leaving her for even a moment, occasionally calling out as they tried to catch up with Ye Tian.

Both women had graceful figures and fluttering robes. As for their faces, they were peerless beauties of the world.

One had a voluptuous figure, with long tresses flowing down like a blazing crimson sun and eyes resembling red agate. She was Huang Ruoxi, who possessed phoenix true blood.

The other wore a white dress, pure and ethereal, her lovely smile surpassing even that of an earthly fairy. Her slender, flawless white legs lent her the appearance of a white lotus. She was Saintess Nishang, named Su Qinglian.

After the full-month banquet, the Rainbow Garment Great Church had even offered a pledge of allegiance and willingly become a subordinate force so that Saintess Nishang could become Ye Tian's maid.

They had also informed Yue Liuli that Saintess Nishang, Su Qinglian, possessed a pure yin dao body.

Naturally, Yue Liuli welcomed her with open arms, hoping to help their branch spread its boughs and leaves.

Yue Liuli had happily chosen such a maid for Ye Tian.

Once Ye Tian grew up and took the primordial yin of her pure yin dao body, his strength would surely increase tremendously. There would be a hundred benefits and not a single drawback.

To demonstrate her loyalty, Saintess Nishang had also offered her life imprint, placing her life in Yue Liuli's hands. Her determination was plain to see.

Once Ye Tian grew up, her life imprint would come under his control instead.

Saintess Nishang was naturally overjoyed as well. Only... after caring for Ye Tian for some time, she discovered something.

Her little master was far too rambunctious.

At first, it had been manageable—just little antics and finding new ways to take liberties with her.

But once he reached a year old, it was as though his talent had awakened. Everyone in the Eternal Ye Family had begun calling him a little terror.

Some younger disciples had even given him a down-to-earth nickname: the Little Mischief Demon King.

Seeing Ye Tian getting farther and farther away, Saintess Nishang and Huang Ruoxi immediately drew upon their cultivation, crossing space in a single step to appear before him.

"Little master, your mount is much too fast!"

"You two really never settle down. You haven't even started cultivating, yet you already cause this much trouble."

"Once you gain some cultivation, won't you turn the entire Lineage upside down?"

Huang Ruoxi spoke without the slightest hint of displeasure or reprimand.

Ye Tian was her master. Whatever her master did was right, and they had no standing to feel displeased.

Ye Tian seemed to know he was in the wrong and lowered his head sheepishly.

"Aww, I... I didn't mean to."

Ye Tian spoke in a milky little voice, stammering slightly, instantly stirring the protective instincts of Huang Ruoxi and Saintess Nishang, Su Qinglian.

In truth, Ye Tian had been capable of speaking fluently for quite some time.

But Ye Tian wanted to keep a low profile rather than display his brilliance before others. After all, he merely had a mortal physique.

That was why he pretended to speak haltingly, though even so, everyone remained astonished.

Although babies with outstanding talent could speak after a month, they could only utter a few familiar forms of address.

For Ye Tian to have his own thoughts and express them fully after just one year was already inconceivable.

Everyone assumed it was because the God Emperor's bloodline was extraordinary.

"It's all right, little master. I wasn't blaming you."

"Little master, could you stop playing around? Shall we go back to your private sleeping palace?"

Huang Ruoxi spoke gently and planted a kiss on Ye Tian.

Ye Tian pouted, rather unwilling. He was freewheeling by nature and wanted to roam unfettered, carefree between heaven and earth.

He had spent a month in Ye Linglong's sleeping palace, then another five months in his own private sleeping palace!

Only when he reached six months old had his parents agreed to let him play within the Eternal Ye Family's grounds.

At first, Ye Tian had thought even the Eternal Ye Family's grounds would not be enough for him to play in.

Only later did he realize how naive he had been.

The Eternal Ye Family was like a small world, its territory as vast as an ancient life-bearing planet. It was simply enormous.

Even with the help of the playmate beneath him—the little dragon Ling'er—he had yet to explore it all.

Still, he had become roughly familiar with some of the grand halls, Branch Halls, divine mountains, treasure islands, and so on.

"Little master, why don't you want to return to your sleeping palace?"

Huang Ruoxi asked patiently, but Ye Tian mumbled without managing to give a clear explanation.

Then he said very quietly, "Hehe, at the Alchemy Hall, a disciple was refining pills. I wanted to help, but I accidentally made his pill furnace explode. Uh..."

"And... the Spirit Medicine Hall was growing spiritual herbs and plants in a treasured spot. I was a little curious and wanted to take a look, but then I got hungry, and little Ling'er and I ate them."

As Ye Tian spoke, he seemed to feel ashamed. He even lowered his head, his little face reddening.

Huang Ruoxi and Su Qinglian were left wide-eyed and tongue-tied by his words.

As expected of their little master—he was far too daring!

Fortunately, he was the God Emperor's Son and the Ye Family's Young Master.

If an ordinary disciple had behaved so recklessly, they would surely have been dragged to the Law Enforcement Hall for a couple of lashes.

"Then why are you running, little master? You're the God Emperor's Son! Who would dare touch you?"

Su Qinglian did not believe for a moment that anyone from the Spirit Medicine Hall or Alchemy Hall would dare lay a hand on the Young Master.

"They... wouldn't dare hurt me, of course. But if they catch me, they'll tickle my feet."

Ye Tian spoke ruefully. The last time he had been caught, they had tickled the soles of his feet.

Hearing this, Huang Ruoxi and Su Qinglian were speechless. Young people these days...

Just then, a disciple's roar rang out in the distance. "Young Master, give me back my pills! I finally managed to refine them!"

"Young Master, hurry up and fix my hair! Didn't you say you'd give me a handsome hairstyle? Why is it an exploded mess?"

"Young Master... you said the milk you gave me would improve my cultivation. Why did it give me diarrhea for days?"

Hearing the voices behind him, Ye Tian's eyes darted, and he hurriedly patted Ling'er beneath him. "Ling'er, run, run! We're done for if they catch us!"

Seeing Ye Tian about to flee, Huang Ruoxi quickly caught him and asked softly in confusion, "Young Master, why doesn't this match what you told us?"

"Those disciples sound like they're saying you were playing pranks. That doesn't seem to line up with your story."

Caught red-handed, Ye Tian smiled sheepishly.

He tried to escape, but he was still only a child. Huang Ruoxi seized him straight by the scruff of his fated neck.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Ye Tian suddenly spoke toward the space behind Huang Ruoxi, his expression filled with delighted surprise.

Huang Ruoxi and Su Qinglian hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, my lady."

But when they raised their heads, they discovered there was no one before them.

Su Qinglian realized what had happened and immediately turned back, but Ye Tian was nowhere to be seen.

Huang Ruoxi shook her head helplessly. "Our little master really knows how to play. He's such a crafty little imp, too."

Following Ye Tian's aura, the two women set off in pursuit once again.