After all, the task of gathering four personal maids was arduous, and the road was long and strewn with obstacles.
Besides, Ye Wushuang faced a bunch of old men in the ancestral grounds every day. Having a few beauties at his side would be quite pleasing to the eye, giving him the motivation to cultivate („ಡωಡ„)
"Brother, quick, help me stand." By now, several male disciples of the Ye Lineage nearby looked as though lightning had struck them and were about to collapse.
These were the two daughters of heaven whom they had admired for years, the focus of countless eyes.
Yet they were actually begging to become maids. Even those who held the Thrones of Order only had some daughters of heaven following them as admirers.
"Hehe, this boy's not bad. He knows he bears the great responsibility of revitalizing our Ye Lineage." The Ninth Ancestor chuckled slyly beside them.
"Still, these two little girls do have quite impressive talents and physiques. They qualify to follow Wushuang."
A truly peerless genius would attract all manner of talented followers through personal charm along the road ahead.
Gradually, they would have more geniuses as companions on their journey, developing their own forces and trusted followers.
Just then, the two women lightly bit their lips and asked softly.
"Lord Son of Heaven, may Kongling presume to ask a question?"
"You may," Ye Wushuang said calmly.
"If, in the future, Lord Son of Heaven claims this era's Emperor's Mandate and journeys to a more distant world, could you take us along to stay by your side?"
Both women looked bashful, yet their gazes were firm as they stared at Ye Wushuang in a daze.
Ye Wushuang froze slightly, then his gaze sharpened, and he smiled freely.
"One day, when I set foot upon the pinnacle of this world..."
"What harm would there be in taking you to see the view from the summit!"
As Ye Wushuang spoke, his pressure radiated of its own accord, and even heaven and earth changed color.
The Ninth Ancestor also drew a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Ye Wushuang as he savored those words.
"What tremendous karma. Is little Wushuang about to embark upon the invincible path?"
At that moment, he seemed to see the spirited Ye Lingxiao of years past.
"As expected of your child, Lingxiao. Father and son alike, both of you brim with lofty ambition and possess peerless splendor."
At that moment, the ancestors hidden in the shadows exchanged glances as well.
"Little Wushuang, if you wish to reach the summit of this world and transcend the mundane, then our Ye Lineage will be your staunchest support on the imperial path."
The Emperor Clan guarded his path; the divine son was peerless, unrivaled beneath heaven.
As Ye Wushuang triggered the heavenly phenomenon, the various powers seemed to sense something.
Within the Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty, the hoarse voices of several princes rang out.
"Kekeke, this Ye Lineage brat certainly talks big. Our Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty's imperial princes will have to take you down a peg in the future."
Within the Ancient Qilin Cave, enormous qilins wreathed in mighty presences sneered.
"In this era, our Qilin Cave has several ancient qilins whose bloodlines have reverted to their ancestral roots. If they emerge, how could they let this Ye Lineage brat speak so wildly?"
Within Immortal Feather Mountain, which claimed a legacy from the immortal domain, a white-haired old Daoist likewise spoke coldly in disdain.
"How ignorant. Our Immortal Feather Mountain's Dao Child, invincible in the previous epoch, sealed himself away to await the golden age. Once he unseals himself, will your Ye Lineage have any chance to flaunt its might?"
Within the Immortal Ancient Ji Clan, a man suffused with divinity opened his eyes. "It seems the first true opponent of this era has appeared."
In the Desolate Realm, within the imperial palace, upon the throne.
The prophecy manifested upon the Desolate Saint Altar was shrouded in mist.
"Has a variable actually appeared in the fated war between our Desolate Realm and the Myriad Spirits Realm, something outside karma?"
"A tribulation my daughter will face in the future is also outside karma. This era is truly interesting."
Ye Wushuang considered his gains. This time, he had gained two maids, as well as five divine treasures bestowed by the Lineage and a secret art capable of growth, All-Encompassing Myriad Phenomena. His harvest could be considered quite satisfactory.
Most important was that supreme body-refining scripture, the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Physique.
After all, the strength of one's initial body-refining technique was a key factor in determining whether one's foundation would be powerful.
Scions of great clans had powerful cultivation techniques from childhood, already giving them every advantage over ordinary cultivators.
Even among prodigies and powerful clans, there were differences in strength and resources.
In the pursuit along the imperial path, being one step ahead meant another sliver of possibility in competing for opportunities, which meant a chance to remain ahead at every step.
Competition on the path to attaining the Dao was that fierce and cruel.
Precisely for that reason, humble households rarely produced illustrious scions.
Ye Wushuang took Ye Kongling and Ye Yanling back to the ancestral grounds and arranged lodgings for the two beauties.
The events of that day, such a fine tale, also became the latest hot topic within the Ye Lineage.
Ye Wushuang's god-tier moves left many disciples of the Ye Lineage endlessly envious, but they had no complaints whatsoever.
What a joke. What fault could anyone find with Lord Son of Heaven's performance? Son of Heaven Wushuang was going to lead their Ye Lineage into battle in this era.
It could be said that everyone who heard of Ye Wushuang's bearing that day had been utterly won over by him.
The noble young ladies of the clan were also filled with regret. Why hadn't they gone to the training grounds that day? They might have had a chance to follow His Highness the Son of Heaven.
Hadn't even those two favored daughters, Kongling and Yan Ling, willingly become Ye Wushuang's maids?
"I wonder whether our Lord Son of Heaven will compete with those holders of the Thrones of Order when they return," a Ye Lineage disciple said with interest.
"They might exchange pointers. Although the clan must have had its own considerations in choosing Lord Wushuang as the Son of Heaven, those holders of the Thrones of Order will surely have to witness his strength before they're convinced," the disciple beside him said with a smile.
Although the Ye Lineage was very united internally, competition was just as fierce.
After all, if the clan's disciples were only ever amiable and lacked the pressure to advance, they could easily grow lax in their cultivation.
As for Ye Wushuang himself, he was also quite willing to fight those holders of the Thrones of Order.
He, too, very much wanted to see the Lineage's peerless geniuses and witness the bearing of those holders of the Thrones of Order.
Meanwhile, upon arriving at the ancestral grounds, Ye Kongling and Ye Yanling were staggered by the lavishness of the unparalleled scene before them.
All manner of primordial formations gathered Qi for cultivation, increasing the concentration of True Qi in the surroundings.
All manner of heavenly materials and earthly treasures lay scattered around the palaces as though they were merely ordinary objects.
Even the servants within the ancestral grounds were at least in the Creation Realm. In some less powerful realms, they would count as regional powerhouses.
Both women felt somewhat excited. Although they were daughters of heaven outside and lacked no resources,
they were not qualified to enter the ancestral grounds and enjoy such treatment.
Seeing their shock, Ye Wushuang smiled faintly. "Relax. From now on, use whatever you like. Those old fogeys don't need most of these heavenly materials and earthly treasures anymore anyway."
Several ancestors meditating within the ancestral grounds could not help sneezing. "That shouldn't happen. How could we still sneeze at our cultivation level? Who's mentioning us outside?"
Hearing Ye Wushuang's approachable words, Ye Kongling and Ye Yanling grew excited as well. Then they bowed to him.
"Then thank you, Lord Son of Heaven." Ye Yanling smiled playfully, with a rather coaxing air.
"Thank you, Son of Heaven." Although Ye Kongling remained dignified and cool, her eyes had long since become fixed upon Ye Wushuang in a daze, unable to look away.