Chương 819: A New Batch...

After Fan Qinghe recounted the events, both women wore complicated expressions. Guilt weighed heavily on them, mingled with profound envy. Outsiders spread tales of the Heavenly Emperor's heir as a wanton womanizer who opened a harem and fell for every beauty he saw. Yet this incident revealed the truth. He was far from promiscuous—he was deeply affectionate. He cherished every woman in his life and could not bear to see a single one suffer. For them, he was willing to give everything.

"Master, Grandmaster... let us go." Fan Qinghe spoke softly. Her master felt somewhat at ease—she had experienced it once before and established the transmission channel. The grandmaster, however, was embarrassed and anxious. She feared her age might repel Ye Chen. She worried her exaggerated figure might overwhelm him. And after so many years without practice, had her skills grown rusty? Would she disappoint him and lose face before her grand-disciple? Sensing her grandmaster's unease, Fan Qinghe took her hand.

"Do not worry, Grandmaster. Though rumors paint Ye Chen as brutal and bloodthirsty, in truth, he is incredibly gentle. Even if only for my sake, he would never make things difficult for you." Her reassurance eased the grandmaster's heart. The elder nodded earnestly.

"When the time comes, you go first, Qinghe. You must complete your perfect transformation before it is our turn... In any case, we absolutely cannot interfere with your own progress. You must not yield on purpose..." At these words, Fan Qinghe exchanged a glance with her master. She remembered her master saying the very same thing last time. And how had that ended? Both had been utterly sated. This time, with the grandmaster added, there might indeed not be enough.

But they would deal with that when the moment arrived.... Soon, the three entered the cave abode together. The sight that greeted Ye Chen—figures growing ever more mature and commanding with age—made his eyes brighten instantly. Petite forms had their charm, of course. Deep down, however, he preferred the Heavenly Desire divine maidens spanning generations. In his previous life, some anime heroines or technologically enhanced characters had exaggerated proportions that felt off-putting, even repulsive.

These three were different. Their generous curves blended with perfectly balanced proportions. Far from seeming awkward or overdone, every line flowed seamlessly, making one feel this was exactly how they were meant to be. Ye Chen had heard that each generation's Heavenly Desire Divine Maidens were chosen only after exhaustive selection. Now he half-suspected the sect possessed some secret technique to forecast a female cultivator's future development. In any case, anticipation stirred within him.

Last time, Fan Qinghe's master alone had broadened his horizons. Now that the grandmaster had joined... surely they would soar. Feeling Ye Chen's burning gaze—open and unhidden—all three women sighed inwardly. The Heavenly Emperor's heir was truly too gentle. To spare Qinghe further guilt, he deliberately showed such eager enthusiasm. How fortunate any woman was to belong to him... The author's content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. This was the grandmaster's first time.

Under Ye Chen's gaze, she felt somewhat restrained. To ease the awkwardness, she took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Greetings, fellow daoist. I am Qinghe's grandmaster. My cultivation stands at the peak of the Third Heaven of Mahayana. My own master discovered me in a village in the central region of the Great Yan Continent..." Hearing this, the sect master felt it proper to follow suit. It seemed only polite. Thus, she spoke as well.

"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor's heir. I am Qinghe's master. My cultivation is at the early stage of the First Heaven of Mahayana. I was found in an immortal city when..." Ye Chen's lips twitched. The sight of them lined up before him, introducing themselves one by one, felt strangely familiar.

"Very well—all of you stay. Let us begin!" With a grand wave of his hand, he exuded magnanimity. Luo Bingling certainly offered immense satisfaction, yet her endurance fell short. Along their journey, Ye Chen had never fully unleashed himself. Now, both master and grandmaster belonged to the previous generation's luxury vessels—bearing traces of time, yet perfectly attuned. He could floor the accelerator without fear of damage.

Before commencing, however, Ye Chen turned seriously to Fan Qinghe and clarified, "Every strand of my law power was cultivated for you alone—to bestow upon you. Any surplus you cannot absorb may be passed to your master and grandmaster. That is entirely your affair. Understood?" Fan Qinghe nodded, deeply moved. He had said the very same last time. The master and grandmaster, ever perceptive, spoke earnestly in unison.

"Qinghe goes first. We will wait until you are fully sated..." At these words, memories of the previous occasion surfaced in Fan Qinghe's mind. She knew full well the depth of Ye Chen's reserves. Moreover, since he refused to fully claim her, going alone first would waste the channel of greatest capacity. She shook her head.

"I will proceed with Master..." The sect master, in turn, wished to yield the opportunity to her own master. Yet the grandmaster shook her head firmly.

"You two begin. Once you have had enough, I will join. In the meantime, I can offer guidance from the side..." She desperately sought a breakthrough, yet refused to hinder the younger pair. Thus, the nirvana ritual commenced. The grandmaster proved extraordinary—her comprehension of the Nirvana Scripture surpassed theirs by far. After observing briefly, she bustled about, making subtle adjustments. She optimized the channels, accelerating the transmission speed. Fan Qinghe's lovely face paled slightly.

"The flow of Qi is... a little too swift..." Her master nearly choked on the surge.

"..." This earned a look of exasperated disappointment from the grandmaster, who inwardly grumbled that modern young cultivators could endure no hardship at all. If it were her in their place, she would only fear it was not enough. How could anyone complain that the flow was too fast? They had simply been spoiled by encountering a genius like the Heavenly Emperor's heir—willing to serve as their cauldron despite his peerless talent. In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Fan Qinghe and her master broke through to the Second Heaven one after another. A week later, they reached the Third Heaven. Ten more days brought them to the peak of the Third Heaven. They formally began preparations for nirvana. The sensation of cultivation soaring at such speed left both women floating in bliss. Ye Chen could not help marveling at the heaven-defying nature of the Nirvana Scripture. As for the grandmaster, she had begun to drool. Twenty days.

From the First Heaven of Mahayana to the Third Heaven—no one in history had ever achieved such a feat. Only an exceedingly peculiar immortal scripture like the Heart-Seed Demon Nirvana Scripture could make it possible. Yet even so, it had never happened before. Most Protectors struggled to satisfy even the divine maiden's nirvana, let alone possess surplus to elevate her cultivation. And Ye Chen?

Not only did he fully sate the divine maiden, but he could also simultaneously satisfy her master, whose utilization rate was merely a tenth. It defied comprehension. The grandmaster had known the Heavenly Emperor's heir possessed vast origins. But she had never imagined it ran this deep. Seeing him still holding back with evident reserve, she knew there was more to spare. Perhaps her turn would truly come. Her gaze fixed on Ye Chen now carried a hook, brimming with eager anticipation.

Her teeth gently worried her lower lip as she unconsciously swallowed phantom saliva!