Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 260: Ancient Desolate Heaven! Is Zizi Jealous?

Just as the tension between Ye Qingxuan and Lin Jiaomei reached a lethal peak, the Chen Family stewards arrived. Considering the primary goal of their mission, Ye Qingxuan forced her killing intent back into the depths of her soul.

“Ladies, the teleportation array to the Ancient Desolate Heaven is about to activate,” the steward announced firmly. “I suggest you set aside your grievances and prioritize the bigger picture. If you please.”

“Hmph. A girl with no talent but quite the temper,” Lin Jiaomei sneered, tossing her hair. “My heart is as vast as the ocean; I wouldn’t dream of bickering with a frigid bitch who mistakes her arrogance for nobility.”

Before turning to leave, she didn’t forget to blow a lingering, suggestive kiss toward Han Lie.

Once the red-robed group was out of earshot, Han Lie turned to Ye Qingxuan with a look of genuine guilt. “Sorry, Zizi. I’ve brought you unnecessary trouble.”

“It has nothing to do with you. Do not waste energy on self-reproach,” Ye Qingxuan replied, her voice cooling to its usual indifferent tenor. “Eyes were meant to see the world. If This Palace forbade you from looking at anything, it would be far more efficient to simply gouge them out.”

It was a fair point. Lin Jiaomei’s entourage had been dressed to provoke. As a man, Han Lie taking a second glance was only biological. The fault lay entirely with the woman’s audacity to use soul-snaring illusions on him.

Fortunately, Han Lie possessed the Pure Yang Sacred Body. Had he been any other cultivator, the massive gap in their cultivation bases would have seen him fall under her spell in an instant, reduced to a mindless puppet.

Han Lie leaned in, flashing a roguish grin. “Zizi really is the most understanding. Looking at that slutty display, I can only imagine how many men have already had their way with her.”

“Hmph. Is there even a doubt?” Ye Qingxuan added sarcastically. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she were riddled with pox. A piece of trash handled by ten thousand men, yet she dares to act like she’s a prize.”

“Pfft! You might be right!” Han Lie chuckled.

Of course, they both knew that a cultivator of Lin Jiaomei’s caliber would never suffer from common mortal ailments; such diseases held no sway over a powerful physical shell. They were merely insults intended for Qi Refining Stage mortals.

“Ignore her,” Ye Qingxuan commanded. “It would be a waste of our time if she distracted us from our goal.”

“Zizi is right as always!”

They stepped into the teleportation array. Lin Jiaomei’s group stood nearby, still attempting to catch Han Lie’s eye with provocative gestures, but Ye Qingxuan had shielded her Divine Sense, leaving the vixens to flirt with a wall of silence.

With a hum of ancient power, the array ignited. In a flash of blinding light, everyone within the circle vanished.

When Han Lie opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a sprawling, pristine courtyard. At the gates, Chen Family officials sat behind a row of polished desks, overseeing the inflow of visitors.

“Welcome to the Ancient Desolate Heaven, the ancestral paradise of the Chen Family. All guests, please come forward to register.”

“So this is the Ancient Desolate Heaven? Holy hell…”

Han Lie’s gaze drifted upward, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Suspended in the azure sky beyond the courtyard were dozens of magnificent, gravity-defying palaces. Each one radiated a regal, ancient aura that seemed to press down on the very soul.

“Don’t just stand there gaping,” Ye Qingxuan’s voice pulled him back to reality. “We need to register.”

“Right, right!”

Once the formalities were finished, they were permitted to enter the city proper.

As they stepped out of the courtyard, Han Lie was hit by sensory overload. The scale was staggering. Rows of massive, ornate structures stretched to the horizon. In the sky above, the floating palace complexes were arranged like stars around a moon, orbiting one central temple that was more spectacular than all the rest combined—a clear testament to the Chen Family’s bottomless wealth.

Even the streets beneath his boots were paved with translucent, jade-like slabs, each one likely worth a fortune in the lower realms. The Spiritual Qi in the air was so thick it felt tangible, several times denser than anything he had felt in the Southern Domain.

Han Lie, despite being a transmigrator who thought he’d seen it all, felt like a peasant entering the Emperor’s throne room. Compared to this, the Heavenly Void Sect’s mountain gate looked like a cluster of primitive huts.

“Close your mouth,” Ye Qingxuan said, though her eyes danced with amusement at his shock. “Try not to make a fool of yourself.”

“Hahaha, I can’t help it! This place is…” Han Lie shook his head, unable to find the words. He hurried to catch up as she glided forward.

The streets were teeming with life, but there were no “ordinary” people. Even the most unassuming passerby radiated the aura of a Golden Core Stage expert. The city boasted everything a cultivator could dream of: tea houses, alchemy workshops, weapon galleries, and—most prominently—brothels.

Massive, palatial houses of pleasure appeared every few hundred meters, each boasting its own unique “themes.” It was clear that for cultivators of both genders, the Ancient Desolate Heaven was a gilded playground of vice and power.

“Zizi, I’m guessing the auction house is that giant palace in the sky?” Han Lie asked.

“You have a good eye. That is indeed the Chen Auction House. Given the family’s influence, the annual profits from that single building are a figure that would break your mind,” she explained.

Han Lie nodded thoughtfully. For the first time, he felt poor. He had millions of Spirit Stones in his storage ring, a fortune by most standards, but here, he felt like he was walking around with a handful of copper coins. Perspective truly was a cruel mistress.

After a short tour, Ye Qingxuan led him to an upscale inn. As soon as the door to their suite clicked shut, she spun around and grabbed Han Lie by the collar, yanking him close.

“The auction doesn’t start for a while,” she said, her voice dropping to an imperious whisper. “Before that… you have a debt to pay. You made a promise back in Guqing City.”

She was already restless, and the sight of that “fire-red slut” trying to charm her man had pushed her over the edge. She needed to conquer him, to mark him, to reassert her absolute claim.

Han Lie chuckled, leaning into her space. “Is Zizi jealous?”

“You think I would be jealous of that piece of trash?” Ye Qingxuan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t tell me you actually found her attractive.”

“Hardly,” Han Lie dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “I’m not that desperate. A used-up rag that’s been handled by ten thousand men? I have zero interest in her rot.”

“A used-up rag? Handled by ten thousand men?” Ye Qingxuan’s icy facade broke as she let out a genuine, delighted laugh. “Hahahaha! Well said, Little Brother.”