The four hundred and ninety-nine disciples had understood one thing about Rouxi's selection process for her next child.
It was combat-based and only one would remain standing.
But in doing so, they had forgotten sothing far more important.
Morality. Talent. Origin.
These were the three requirents she had established from the start.
Every one of them had been so desperate to prove their talent and strength that they forgot Rouxi wasn't looking for a disciple, nor a subordinate.
She wanted a son.
Talent and power could be easily solved. But a man's mind, his values, his morality... those were difficult things to cultivate.
And yet, even with everything laid out so plainly, the young disciple kneeling before her still hadn't grasped it.
"W-why?" he asked again, his eyes clouded with anger and indignation. His body trembled as he stayed on his knees, his palms pressed flat against the cold stone of the pavilion floor.
Rouxi let out a quiet sigh of disappointnt.
Had the caliber of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion's young disciples truly fallen this low?
Her expression remained cold, but after a mont, her lips parted. Her calm, sweet voice echoed through every corner of the pavilion.
"While you were too afraid to even look in the face, he held his head high with pride and confidence.
While you, overco by fear and cowardice, banded together against him, he remained unshaken, facing all of you with that sa pride and confidence.
Even in defeat, you accuse him without proof, giving in to despair and arrogance. Unable to accept that anyone could be so much more powerful than you.
If you had possessed that pride and confidence, if you had had the heart not to band together like snakes in petty sches to satisfy your own greed, perhaps you would have stood a chance.
Tell ... what right do you- no, what right do any of you think you have to beco my children?"
Her words brought absolute silence to the pavilion. One by one, ashad gazes fell to the floor.
Rouxi sighed again, her erald eyes turning to Qingyi, who still stood calmly amid the kneeling crowd.
Her full, luscious lips curved into a graceful smile as she beckoned to the handso young man with a slender finger.
"Co, sweetheart. I'll show you your new ho."
The words took Qingyi by surprise.
'Sweetheart'? She was already treating with such affection?
He took a step toward her, about to leap up to the balcony, when a voice behind him cut through the silence.
"How many can you handle?"
The disciple was still on his knees, but his eyes were now fixed on Qingyi with a strange mixture of bitterness and genuine curiosity.
The handso young man turned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.
What did he an by that?
"How many of those swords can you control? Five hundred isn't your limit, is it?"
Hearing those words, Qingyi understood.
His lips curved into a small smile as he wielded the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword once again and activated the Tempest Monarch's Sword Art.
In that instant, the world around him shook.
A terrifying aura of lightning spread through the pavilion. The air crackled, every disciple's hair standing on end as the ethereal swords behind Qingyi began to multiply endlessly.
One hundred. Two hundred. One thousand. Five thousand. Seven thousand.
The count only stopped when exactly ten thousand swords hung in the skies above the pavilion, each one exuding combat power no less than that of a common disciple at the peak of the Celestial Ascension Realm.
They blanketed the heavens like a thundering storm cloud, faint arcs of lightning dancing along every single blade.
With a slight flick of Qingyi's finger, all ten thousand tips turned toward the disciples below.
Pure terror took hold of their faces. Was Qingyi going to take his revenge?
Their eyes turned to Rouxi, almost begging for rcy, but she didn't lift a single finger. She rely watched her now-son with interest, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Qingyi waved his hand, and the swords dissolved into the air like smoke carried off by the wind. He had already lost interest in those people.
What he didn't know was that this feat would earn him a new title.
The Supre Emperor of the Ten Thousand Blades.
The title of Emperor was rarely granted to those who had not reached the realm of the Celestial Emperor.
But this ti, an exception was made. And with that exception, Qingyi's fa exploded once again.
The title of Emperor in the realm of Celestial Ascension... wasn't that absurd?
The Supre Emperor of the Ten Thousand Blades.
Many young talents set their sights on the Cosmic Dawn Sect, eager to test the power of that black dragon, Long Qingyi.
All they had to do was wait for the Great Sects Tournant, which would take place in no more than three months.
At that mont, they would finally be able to test Qingyi's power for themselves.
The handso young man's eyes lifted, falling upon Rouxi, who was leaning forward against the balcony railing above.
Her arms pressed her enormous breasts together from either side, the soft pale flesh bulging and spilling over the low neckline of her robes. A deep, shadowed cleavage ford between them, impossibly tempting, so full and heavy that it looked ready to swallow a man's face whole.
Her green eyes gazed down at Qingyi with an intense, strange love.
The more he watched that woman, the stranger the whole situation beca.
With a light push from his feet, Qingyi shot through the air and landed gracefully beside her. He clasped his fists and bowed in reverence.
"Long Qingyi greets the mistress of the pavilion!"
A sweet laugh bubbled from her throat.
"Mistress of the pavilion?"
Rouxi reached out and seized his shoulders. Without warning, she pulled him hard against her.
His eyes flew wide in shock as his face was driven deep into Rouxi's enormous pale tits.
The two massive mounds parted to receive him before closing in on either side, swallowing him whole in a warm, creamy valley of flesh and silk.
Her breasts molded to the shape of his face, the plush softness jiggling gently with every small movent she made. Her sweet floral scent flooded his senses and her silk-smooth skin burned warm against his cheeks, the creamy fullness cradling his face as if it had been made just for him.
Rouxi's hands rested lovingly on his back. Her smile widened as she felt the young man's hands grip her hips out of pure instinct, his fingers sinking into the ample curve where her slender waist flared out into those generous hips.
"You must call Mom now, silly boy"
She gave his back a soft, gentle pat before finally releasing him from the embrace of her bosom. "I am Rouxi, your mother."
The green-haired beauty seed on the verge of tears, her voice full of tenderness as she stroked Qingyi's hair with delicate fingers.
The handso young man only grew more confused.
He didn't know what was wrong with that woman...
But damn, he liked it.
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