Seeing Ye Xuan in such a straitened state now, Xiao Honglian was so exhilarated she was practically going mad.
Senior Brother needs money? Senior Brother needs resources?
Wonderful!
Xiao Honglian might have nothing else, but she possessed the vast resources of the entire Endless Flame Domain!
This was the only thing she could offer him now—the only thing that could allow her to surpass Ye Jiuhuang!
“How could five possibly be enough?!”
Xiao Honglian shouted almost instinctively. She sprang to her feet, so excited that she had even forgotten the pain in her face.
She clutched the formula for the Creation Pill tightly to her chest, as though it were an incomparable treasure.
“Senior Brother, you are destined for great things. Five Creation Pills are nowhere near enough.”
With a sweeping gesture, Xiao Honglian finally regained a trace of the Flame Emperor’s commanding presence.
“Rest assured, Senior Brother! You will not need to provide so much as a single spirit stone for the ingredients! The Endless Flame Domain will cover everything! I will personally refine them for you, using my Origin Flame!”
“I will help you refine one hundred pills!”
One hundred!
That was an astronomical number—enough to bankrupt even a Great Emperor. Yet Xiao Honglian did not so much as blink, and even felt that it was too little.
To her, as long as it could win back Ye Xuan’s heart, let alone a hundred Creation Pills—even if she had to package up the entire Endless Flame Domain and give it to him, she would not hesitate in the slightest.
Xiao Honglian looked at Ye Xuan with blazing intensity.
The lofty majesty had vanished entirely from her swollen, reddened eyes. All that remained was endless humility, burning desire, and a desperate resolve to stake everything on this one chance.
She no longer cared for the reserve expected of a Female Emperor. Speaking plainly, she said,
“Senior Brother, you know how I feel. I do not wish to dress it up with any grand-sounding words.”
“I ask for nothing in return. I only beg you for one thing!”
Xiao Honglian stepped closer again, almost pressing herself against Ye Xuan. Her voice trembled with overwhelming longing, carrying a plea so humble it had reached the very depths of despair.
“I only hope... that I can remain by your side.”
“Even if I must serve you like an ox or a horse, even if Ye Jiuhuang mocks me... I only ask that you leave me even the most insignificant place in your heart.”
Ye Xuan silently regarded the peerless Female Emperor before him, whose gaze burned with fervor, who was willing to cast aside all dignity for his sake.
Not the slightest bit of emotion stirred within him. Instead, an indescribable sense of satisfaction and mockery welled up in his heart.
The mighty Flame Emperor. A Supreme Overlord.
And now, she was like a dog eagerly throwing herself at him, crying and begging to become his pill-refining drudge—bringing her own materials, no less—just for the chance to remain at his side.
Ye Xuan forcibly suppressed the wild delight surging within him. His face showed no unnecessary expression.
Once again, he fell into thought.
He gazed out at the distant sea of clouds and remained silent for a long while.
Xiao Honglian scarcely dared to breathe. She stared fixedly at his profile, awaiting fate’s final judgment.
At last, Ye Xuan turned toward her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
“Junior Sister, have you truly thought this through?”
Ye Xuan’s tone was extremely solemn, even carrying a trace of cold warning. “Jiuhuang is my wife. That is an unchangeable fact. If you truly insist on staying by my side…”
Ye Xuan paused, a sharp, condescending edge flashing through his eyes. “If you don’t consider it too humiliating, and if you are truly willing… to become my concubine. From now on, in the Sword God Palace, you must show Jiuhuang absolute respect and never harbor the slightest thought of overstepping your bounds.”
“Then, for the sake of the fact that we were once fellow disciples…”
Concubine.
Those two words were like the final period at the end of this long and brutal confrontation.
Upon hearing his condition, Xiao Honglian felt no humiliation whatsoever. Instead, an overwhelming, ecstatic relief burst forth from within her.
He isn’t driving me away!
He agreed!
He’s willing to let me stay by his side!
“I’m willing!”
Xiao Honglian practically screamed the three words.
She nodded frantically, tears scattering through the air like pearls from a broken string. “I don’t mind! Fine! I’m willing to be your concubine! I absolutely won’t compete with Ye Jiuhuang! I’ll listen to everything you say! As long as I can stay by your side, I’m willing to do anything!”
Seeing her ecstatic expression, the corners of Ye Xuan’s lips finally curled into an extremely satisfied yet deeply concealed sneer.
He nodded lightly, his tone once again as gentle as a spring breeze.
“Since that is the case, I agree.”
Upon hearing those words, which sounded like a heavenly pardon, Xiao Honglian’s nerves, stretched taut to their limit, finally relaxed completely.
She let out a long breath, her entire body seeming to go limp as she collapsed into Ye Xuan’s arms.
At this moment, she felt that the suffering of the past several thousand years, the despair of being humiliated by Ye Jiuhuang just now, and the humiliation of admitting that she was a second-hand woman—all of it no longer mattered.
At last, she had him again.
Even if it was only as a lowly concubine.
Driven by overwhelming joy and the exhilaration of having regained what she had lost, Xiao Honglian suddenly rose onto her tiptoes and wrapped both arms around Ye Xuan’s neck. Her stunning red lips, still carrying the scent of blood and stained with tears, pressed fervently against his.
She kissed him with tremendous force and awkward desperation, as though she wanted to offer up her entire soul to the man before her through that single kiss.
Ye Xuan did not push her away, but neither did he respond.
He merely remained there like a cold stone, allowing her to vent her emotions. Within his deep, dark eyes flickered a calculating ruthlessness that saw through everything.
A moment later, Xiao Honglian reluctantly released Ye Xuan.
Her face carried an excited flush, and her eyes once again filled with renewed determination and hope for the future.
“Husband, wait for me!”
Xiao Honglian clutched the scroll containing the Creation Pill formula, her voice filled with urgency and ingratiation. “I’m going back to the Endless Flame Domain right now to gather the necessary resources! Don’t worry. I’ll refine those one hundred Creation Pills for you as quickly as possible, and I’ll make sure they’re of the highest quality!”
“Once I’ve finished refining the pills, I’ll come to the Sword God Palace to find you. When the time comes, I… I’ll serve you…”
By the end, this Flame Emperor, who had once stood high above all others, had actually blushed in embarrassment. She lowered her head like a young girl experiencing love for the first time.
Ye Xuan gently smoothed her disheveled hair and smiled as he nodded.
“All right. Go. I’ll wait for you here.”
Having received Ye Xuan’s promise, Xiao Honglian no longer hesitated in the slightest. She took a deep look at Ye Xuan, as though she wanted to carve his features into her very soul.
Then she turned around and transformed into a dazzling streak of dark-red light, shooting eagerly through the void toward the Endless Flame Domain.
She was going to refine pills for her man. She was going to use the entire foundation of the Endless Flame Domain in exchange for the humble position of a concubine by this man’s side.
Above the sea of clouds in the void,
Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction where Xiao Honglian had disappeared. The tenderness on his face instantly vanished without a trace.
A cold wind swept past.
He raised his hand and viciously wiped his sleeve across the lips Xiao Honglian had just kissed. His eyes flashed with unconcealed disgust.
A laugh, icy cold and filled with mockery and disdain, slowly spread across the silent sea of clouds.
“Idiot.”
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