Rou’er pouted, dragging her feet just a little, but in the end she had no choice but to get dressed.

She slipped her petite frame into a beautiful pink dress, the soft fabric hugging her delicate curves as she smoothed it down with quick pats of her palms.

Once satisfied, she returned to her natural spot: pressed up against Qingyi, her cheek nuzzling against his arm as if he were the center of her world.

"Hmm... Big Brother Qingyi is going to enter the tournament to become Rouxi’s adopted son, right? There are only a few months left, but don’t rush into doing quests. I’ll ask her to make an exception for you, hehehe." Rou’er giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

If Rouxi became Qingyi’s adoptive mother, marrying him would be far easier, and the Guo family wouldn’t dare stir up trouble.

Knowing her big brother as well as she did, Rou’er was certain there was a very high chance Rouxi might end up as his mommy-wife in the end.

Just imagining herself serving her big brother side by side with Rouxi, the senior she adored so dearly, made Rou’er’s eyes sparkle dreamily, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Qingyi merely smiled faintly and stepped out of the room with Rou’er at his side.

The two walked through the long corridors of the transport ship, which had already broken through the atmosphere of the Cosmic Aurora Sect’s home planet.

The elder soon joined them, accompanied by all the personnel stationed in front of the hatches.

A metallic click echoed as the ship finally touched down. The hatches opened with a faint hydraulic hiss, and sunlight spilled into the corridor along with a warm breeze and the fresh scent of grass drifting in from the main courtyard.

Qingyi stepped out beside Rou’er, whose eyes immediately fell upon her adoptive father and Rouxi, who was waiting for her at his side.

Rou’er darted forward and threw herself into Rouxi’s arms.

Her adorable face plunged straight into the green-haired beauty’s ample breasts, those plush, warm mounds parting around her cheeks before bouncing back to cradle her snugly.

The sheer weight of that voluptuous bosom quivered gently from the impact, the soft flesh swaying for a moment before settling around her face like the softest of pillows.

Once nestled deep in that warm, fragrant valley, Rou’er was already preparing a long string of compliments to explain exactly what made her big brother so amazing.

Rouxi simply returned the hug with a sweet smile, her arms wrapping tenderly around the petite woman as her eyes slowly rose to study Qingyi’s handsome face.

"I’ve heard you brought honor to our sect back at the Cosmic Void Sect... I hope you won’t disappoint me." Rouxi spoke softly, a certain tenderness lingering in her voice.

"I won’t, Senior Rouxi, Sect Leader." Qingyi smiled, bowing slightly to the two of them.

He didn’t linger long. After receiving a few words of encouragement and the chance to advance directly to the inner disciple level, Qingyi took his leave, his outer disciple token already replaced.

Many would seethe with envy upon hearing how easily he had advanced, but knowing his incredible feats, no one would dare claim he was undeserving.

After all, if he wasn’t deserving, who was?

Qingyi, single-handedly, had elevated the sect’s fame far above that of its peers. The rumors about the end of new talent births in the Cosmic Dawn Sect were completely overshadowed by the legendary tales surrounding him.

Over two hundred and fifty battles against equals, all ended in no more than a single punch.

On top of that, there was the conquest of not one, but two of the three great incomparable beauties of the northern region of the celestial heaven.

From all of that, two new titles emerged.

The Black Dragon of the Divine Fist and the Great Collector of Beauties, both perfectly suited to Qingyi.

As he walked through the sect, Qingyi sensed a familiar aura erupt in one of the many arenas of the outer disciples, and his eyes lit up at once.

It was Chen Wei.

Qingyi had spent many months away from the sect.

Before leaving, he had entrusted Chen Wei with the Yan family’s secret spear arts, a powerful spear, and some pills to awaken an Origin-grade bloodline within his friend’s body, all more than enough to secure him a position of power.

Now, all that remained was to see how well he had made use of that opportunity.

If Chen Wei had used it well, Qingyi wouldn’t mind spending a few extra lust points on his friend; as long he could spare them without hindering his own progress, of course.

Otherwise, he would simply declare him a lost cause.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qingyi propelled himself forward and closed the distance to the arena, reaching the stands in the blink of an eye.

In the center of the arena, he spotted Chen Wei, and his friend looked very different from before.

The young man’s eyes were firm and steady, and in his arms rested a beauty, gasping for breath and bruised, bloodstains marring her light-colored dress.

His cultivation was clearly approaching the peak of the Astral Blood Realm, and the white spear in his hand pointed firmly at his opponents, twenty in total.

"Chen Wei, you son of a bitch! I’ve tolerated your existence for far too long, but now you dare to even steal my woman?" The thunderous voice of Young Master Luo, the one who had ordered the ambush on Young Master Chen to prevent him from entering the sect, echoed through the arena.

"I’m not yours, you pig!" The beauty shouted with tear-filled eyes, but the moment she felt the powerful aura laden with murderous intent rolling off those twenty, she shuddered involuntarily.

"Stay behind me. I’ll take care of them." Chen Wei spoke gently and, without hesitation, sealed her lips with a soft kiss, drawing a deep blush onto the beauty’s cheeks.

Immediately afterward, he turned his gaze toward the twenty enemies before him, his expression hardening into something cold and sharp.

"I’ll give you a chance: kneel down, kiss the ground, repeat a thousand times that Master Qingyi is number one, and then cut off a hand. That way, I might even consider sparing your lives." Chen Wei took a slow, deliberate step forward.

The young man’s eyes filled with murderous intent as he raised his spear in a combat stance, a heavy pressure rolling out from his body.

Watching everything from the stands, Qingyi couldn’t stop his eyes from welling up with pride.

They grow up so fast...

Just a few months ago, Chen Wei had been a pathetic wretch, unable even to defend himself.

Now, however, armed with the Yan family’s powerful spear technique and a formidable spear lineage, he could already farm aura on his own and save damsels in distress.

Qingyi had never considered himself Chen Wei’s master, but in that moment, he puffed out his chest like an old man who had just watched his own disciple ascend to the heavens.

"You’ve gained a little power and think you stand a chance against the twenty of us? Fuck you, you crazy son of a bitch!" Young Master Luo roared, and Chen Wei flashed a sharp smile.

"So you’re going to fight, huh? Even better."