Bestowing Power to Create a Nascent Soul, the Ignorance of a Mortal

Meanwhile, Ziyuan and Hong Yao also experienced a surge in their cultivation levels.

Ziyuan's originally aloof white silk-clad long legs were crossed, and the ice-type Dao Foundation in her dantian became more and more condensed, directly stepping into the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer!

Hong Yao were also filled with alluring charm, and the captivating Foundation Establishment emanating from her remained firmly stationed at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer!

"Meiniang, now that you've reached the Golden Core Ninth Layer, I'll make the most of this seclusion and help you break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Dongfang Yueming pinched Ji Meiniang's proud, snow-white breasts, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

Upon hearing the words "breaking through the nascent soul and forming an infant," Ji Meiniang's delicate body trembled violently, her eyes instantly bursting with unbelievable joy and disbelief. "Husband... you, are you serious? You're going to help me break through that barrier between heaven and earth?!"

Nascent Soul Realm! That's Heavenly Immortal realm that countless Golden Core cultivators dream of reaching!

Dongfang Yueming nodded slightly. Since he was already planning to visit the Rushing Thunder Sect, which had Nascent Soul Ancestor in charge, it would be good to have one more Nascent Soul combatant.

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

During this period, although Dongfang Yueming remained secluded in the Nine Yin Hall during his seclusion, his status within the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor had quietly reached an unimaginable level of transcendence.

After all, a man who can be personally served by the sect's patriarch, senior sister, and the top outer sect leader at the same time—even a fool would know that he is the true uncrowned king of this sect.

However, in this world, there are always some frogs in a well whose eyes are blinded by jealousy.

Outer Gate, Chi Yan Peak.

Zhao Meng, who had already broken through to the Qi Refining Third Layer and had mastered the "Exploding Flame Spell" to a considerable degree, was now smashing a boulder with a punch, his face grim.

"Damn it! Damn pretty boy!" Zhao Meng roared through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He was born with a mid-grade fire elemental root and considered himself a chosen one of heaven. He cultivated diligently day and night to achieve his current success.

But Dongfang Yueming, who didn't even have spiritual roots and rose to power by living off women, actually ascended to the top in one step, not only moving into the Nine Yin Hall, but also simultaneously monopolizing the three most beautiful women in the sect!

"Senior Brother Zhao, please calm down..."

Several obsequious disciples handed him a towel, their faces full of sycophancy, and chimed in with sour remarks, "That kid's just lucky. He has a foxy face and somehow won over the Ancestor, becoming his high-class plaything. If we're talking about real skill, he's not even worthy to carry your shoes, Senior Brother!"

"Exactly! What kind of hero rises to power by relying on women? If we encounter him during the sect competition in a few days, Senior Brother, we'll definitely teach him a lesson with that ' Exploding Flame Spell ' and show the Ancestor who the real genius is!"

Hearing his followers' flattery, Zhao Meng's jealousy subsided slightly, and he sneered repeatedly, "Not bad. A good-for-nothing who survives by exploiting others' sexual energy is ultimately no good. Once I break through to the Foundation Establishment, I will definitely challenge him in public and ruin his reputation!"

Just as Zhao Meng and his group were spouting nonsense at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the sleeping quarters of the Nine Yin Hall, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Ziyuan and Hong Yao stood side by side outside the heavy Xuanjin gate, both women blushing, their legs wrapped in white and black silkworm silk pacing nervously.

Inside the sleeping quarters, terrifying storms of spiritual energy, capable of changing the very color of the heavens and earth, were frantically converging around the sleeping quarters!

"It's been three whole days... Master... can she still hold on...?"

Ziyuan blushed and bit her red lips tightly. Listening to the unrestrained noises inside, the image of Dongfang Yueming's tireless masculine energy, like that of an ancient Ferocious Beast, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Hong Yao swallowed hard, her red lips slightly parted. "My husband's yang energy... is terrifying. Not only has it helped us raise our cultivation to the Foundation Establishment Perfection, but now it's actually going to force our ancestor to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Just as the two women were feeling ashamed and uneasy...

"BOOM--!!!!"

A terrifying pressure, vast and boundless, seemingly capable of turning the world upside down, suddenly erupted from the bedchamber!

Immediately afterwards, a mature and charming shout that pierced the clouds resounded throughout the entire Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor!

"Buzz--!"

A beam of nine-colored light pierced through the dome of the sleeping quarters. Within that light, a tiny figure, about an inch in size, with features identical to Ji Meiniang, but crystal clear and radiating boundless divine power, circled merrily in mid-air before suddenly disappearing below!

The door burst open with a roar.

Ji Meiniang was dressed in a thin red veil, her face flushed, but two beams of tangible light shot from her alluring eyes, causing the Xukong to tremble.

The aura emanating from her had completely transcended the realm of the Golden Core stage, and her every move resonated subtly with the laws of this world!

Nascent Soul Realm First Layer!

"Thank you, my husband, for giving me a second chance at life!!" Ji Meiniang knelt prostrate herself at Dongfang Yueming's feet without reservation, her enchanting face filled with extreme fervor and unwavering loyalty until death.

Dongfang Yueming reached out and helped Ji Meiniang, who was kneeling on the ground, to her feet. He felt the Vitality Nascent Soul within her body and nodded in satisfaction.

"You've achieved Nascent Soul; you can now barely establish yourself in this world."

Ji Meiniang nestled into his embrace, her once Nascent Soul and imposing body, having just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, now as docile as a pool of spring water. Her voluptuous legs, encased in black stockings, clung tightly to Dongfang Yueming, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she spoke:

"Meiniang owes her current state entirely to the nourishment of her husband's exceptional yang energy. From this day forward, this nascent Nascent Soul body will be open only to her husband."

Ziyuan and Hong Yao, standing to the side, watched Ji Meiniang's undisguised affection and felt the unfathomable pressure of her Nascent Soul cultivation. Their beautiful eyes were filled with envy and longing.

"My husband..."

Ziyuan's usually aloof and ethereal face flushed crimson. She mustered her courage and stepped forward, her slender legs, clad in pure white silk stockings, trembling slightly. She gently tugged at Dongfang Yueming's sleeve. "Ziyuan and Hong Yao... have now reached the Foundation Establishment Perfection... If my husband doesn't abandon us..."

Hong Yao went even further, pressing her hot, alluring body against Dongfang Yueming's other side, her red lips lightly biting. "My little rascal, you've already 'fed' the Ancestor into Nascent Soul, you can't be biased and let us sisters go hungry!"

Looking at these two stunningly beautiful Daoist couples, each with their own unique charm and already completely captivated, Dongfang Yueming smiled gently and embraced their slender waists.

"If that's the case, then let's postpone it for two more days."