Stellar Sovereigns were unique beings, even in the celestial realm.

Even true immortals are immortal only in spirit; their bodies fall prey to the passage of time.

But Stellar Sovereigns were different.

Their bodies were eternal, truly eternal.

If they had enough Qi, they could live for millions, billions of years, perhaps even longer than the universe itself.

The moment Qingyi saw that woman, he understood this very well. She was not on the same level as Elder Shen.

When he looked at Elder Shen, Qingyi felt a suffocating energy, but when he looked at the mistress of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion?

It was as if his eyes were about to be ripped from their sockets.

She lay on her side on a celestial silk seat, like a huge pillow made perfectly for her body.

Her hair was a deep, dark green, long and carefully combed.

One of her hands rested on her ample cleavage, her long, delicate fingers sinking into the ample flesh there, creating obscene and sensual grooves.

Fine slits in her dress, a color similar to her hair, revealed long

stretches of the fair, creamy skin of her wide hips and shapely thighs. Every part of her, from her slender waist to those succulent breasts, was perfect.

She wore makeup, but more as decoration than as a way to hide flaws. There was no flaw to hide.

"Truly a celestial fairy MILF mommy...' Qingyi shook his head. Even among his wives, a woman who could make him so hard so

instantly was rare.

His eyes shifted from her ample, luscious cleavage to the status

screen.

[Name: Tian Ruoxi

Age: 112,984

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 0%

Talent: Great Genius

Reward: Incalculable

Cultivation: Seventh stage of the Stellar Sovereign Realm.

Spiritual Roots: Eternal-Grade Metal Spiritual Root.

Lineage: Green Dragon Bloodline (Eternal-Grade)

Constitution: Refined Steel Body (Eternal-Grade)

Traits: Loyal, Heart of a Childless Mother, Celestial Fairy, Gentle, Suppressed Desires]

The moment he read that status screen, a flash of understanding lit up Qingyi's eyes.

The mistress of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion was likely a woman who dreamed of becoming a mother but had no interest in men.

That was why she wanted to adopt a disciple as a son or daughter. But... why a disciple?

If she wanted to be a mother, she could simply adopt a newborn orphan.

It would be much simpler and even better for her.

Qingyi was confused by this, but didn't question it, keeping his eyes

fixed on Ruoxi.

Observing the disciples, the mistress of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion stood up.

Her breasts followed the movement, bouncing slightly before settling back against her delicate torso. A slow, sensual sway took hold of them, growing only more intense with every step she took toward the

group.

Her eyes, dark and almost silver, swept over everyone there with an expression Qingyi couldn't decipher. She didn't seem happy, nor

irritated, nor frustrated.

Just... pain.

What could bring such an expression to an expert of this caliber?

Qingyi couldn't help but feel curious, but this wasn't the time for

such things.

"My children..." Ruoxi whispered.

Her voice was low and calm, a gentle, sweet breeze that warmed the

hearts of everyone waiting there.

She took a step forward and then vanished.

She didn't walk or fly.

She simply vanished, and when she reappeared, she stood before all

the disciples.

Her eyes immediately fell upon Qingyi as she received a sound

transmission from Elder Shen.

The handsome young man simply stood still, feeling the enchanting scent of that beauty invade his nostrils.

"You've broken Young Master Guo's record..." She touched Qingyi's

face, studying every inch of it, her soft palm pressing against the young man's cheek.

In her long life, she couldn't recall ever seeing a man who came even close to that face.

His eyes were as beautiful as a cosmic sea filled with stars, radiating endless kindness, fixed on hers with a strangely pleasant expression.

His scent wasn't bad either, quite the opposite.

Ruoxi had always viewed men as creatures with an unpleasant odor, but Qingyi was clearly different.

She had to admit that such a young man deserved Young Master Shen's attention, even if he was just an Ascended who might end up

mediocre.

"Train hard and don't disappoint me," she said curtly, turning her back

on him and walking away.

"How could I disappoint my future mother?" A voice suddenly echoed

from behind her.

Those words shocked everyone, many staring at Qingyi in horror.

Did that madman want to die?

Ruoxi paused for a moment, freezing completely.

Slowly, she turned her face toward Qingyi, watched him for an

instant, and then brought her long, delicate fingers to her mouth, her

lips parting.

A hearty laugh echoed, sweet and mature, spreading throughout the

courtyard.

"Good boy..." She stroked Qingyi's black hair, the expression in her eyes shifting rapidly. "I'll look forward to that."

With a face full of amusement, Ruoxi departed, her body dissolving into tiny fragments, leaving only her sweet scent behind. She was known as an overprotective master toward all her disciples, but seeing Qingyi, she felt it wouldn't be necessary to pay attention to anyone else.

She could only hope that everyone else would strive to surpass him, without sinking into bitterness over not receiving attention.

Qingyi simply inhaled, filling his lungs with air and taking in her sweet

fragrance one last time.

Turning his face, he saw that even Elder Shen was overcome with shock, still trying to understand what had just happened.

The elder had merely told the pavilion master that Qingyi was a very interesting being, never expecting something like this to happen. After a moment of confusion, he simply cleared his throat.

"Very well, I'll take you to your dormitories. Follow me." He turned, his

back to the disciples.

Qingyi took a step forward to accompany them, but soon stopped short, feeling a tug on the sleeve of his shirt.

Turning around, he saw Chen Wei and Peng Tao, both watching him

with shining eyes.

"Senior Brother... no, Master Qingyi, teach us your way!" They declared in unison, unable to contain their excitement and

admiration.