Journey to become a God

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, staring at the beautifully decorated ceiling above him. His body felt sore yet oddly refreshed. This wasn't his hotel room. As he looked around, he realized he was lying on an enormous, luxurious bed. Then it struck him—this was the dual cultivation chamber.

Beside him, Zhao Yanyan lay asleep, her breathing soft and steady. Her face still carried traces of exhaustion from last night's activities. Just as Ye Chen was about to reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Master, you're finally awake," Chu Yuechan's voice came from the doorway.

Startled, Ye Chen instinctively grabbed the nearest blanket and pulled it over himself. His eyes widened in panic. "Yuechan! What are you doing here?"

Chu Yuechan chuckled, stepping into the room with a playful smirk. "Master, there's no need to be shy. I've already seen everything last night. What else do you need to hide?"

Ye Chen felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him. His mind raced as he struggled to recall the events of the previous night. "Wait... you saw everything?" he asked, his face turning red.

"Of course," Chu Yuechan teased, folding her arms. "You were quite... enthusiastic."

Ye Chen groaned in embarrassment. "Bad girl! How could you spy on such an intimate moment? Have you no shame?"

Chu Yuechan giggled. "It's not my fault. You were the one putting on a show."

Ye Chen sighed, realizing there was no winning against her sharp tongue. He quickly changed the subject. "Where are my clothes?"

Chu Yuechan waved her hand, summoning a traditional Chinese robe from her storage space. "Here, master. You'll look good in this."

Ye Chen snatched the robe and hurriedly dressed, still flustered.

"You just broke through a major realm," Chu Yuechan said, observing him with a serious expression. "Your energy is still unstable. You should focus on stabilizing it first."

Ye Chen nodded. "You're right. I'll find a quiet place to meditate."

He glanced at Zhao Yanyan, who was still peacefully asleep, then silently left the room. Chu Yuechan watched him go, her usual teasing smirk returning as she turned her gaze back to Zhao Yanyan.

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After five hours of intense meditation, Ye Chen successfully stabilized his energy. He had now firmly stepped into the eighth level of the Ancient Warrior Realm. Feeling refreshed, he made his way back to the room, eager to check on Zhao Yanyan.

As he reached the door, he heard her soft cries. His heart clenched. "Ye Chen... where are you?" she whimpered, her voice laced with fear.

Ye Chen rushed inside and found Zhao Yanyan curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Dear wife, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

Zhao Yanyan looked up, her eyes filled with relief. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms. "Husband! I thought you had left me. I was so scared..."

Ye Chen gently stroked her hair. "Silly girl, I would never leave you—not in this life or the next."

Moved by his words, Zhao Yanyan tilted her head up, and Ye Chen leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met in a tender yet passionate embrace. The world around them seemed to fade away—until an exaggerated cough shattered the moment.

"Ahem. Am I interrupting something?" Chu Yuechan's amused voice cut through the air.

Ye Chen turned to glare at her. "Really? You couldn't wait a little longer?"

Zhao Yanyan, on the other hand, studied the beautiful woman standing before her. Chu Yuechan's ethereal beauty and confidence intrigued her.

"Who are you?" Zhao Yanyan finally asked.

Chu Yuechan smirked and curtsied playfully. "I am Chu Yuechan, Ye Chen's devoted servant. Right, master dear?"

Ye Chen's jaw dropped. "Yuechan! Don't say things like that! You're causing misunderstandings!"

Zhao Yanyan's gaze sharpened. "Servant? Husband, what does she mean by that?"

Ye Chen gulped. "It's not what it sounds like! Our relationship is purely that of a master and his servant. There's nothing else between us!"

Chu Yuechan feigned hurt, tears welling up in her eyes. "Master, how can you be so heartless? After everything we shared, you cast me aside so easily?"

Ye Chen's eye twitched. "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Zhao Yanyan's expression darkened. "Ye Chen... We need to talk. Leave this room—now."

"Wait, Yanyan, I can explain—"

"Out."

With no other choice, Ye Chen sighed and walked out, already plotting his revenge on Chu Yuechan.

Inside the room, Chu Yuechan dropped her act and burst into laughter.

Zhao Yanyan stared at her. "Wait... you were acting?"

Chu Yuechan grinned. "Of course! Did you see how flustered Ye Chen was? It was priceless."

Zhao Yanyan gasped. "You mean I got mad at him for nothing?! He's probably furious with me now!"

"Oh, don't worry," Chu Yuechan said, waving a hand dismissively. "Ye Chen won't stay mad for long. More importantly, we have something else to discuss."

Zhao Yanyan hesitated, still feeling guilty, but nodded. "Alright... but I need to apologize to him later."

As she tried to stand up, a sharp pain shot through her body, causing her to wince.

Chu Yuechan smirked knowingly. "Sore from last night, are we?"

Zhao Yanyan blushed furiously. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Sure, sure," Chu Yuechan teased. "Come on, sit back down. We have things to discuss."

As Zhao Yanyan settled in, her thoughts drifted back to Ye Chen. She would make it up to him—after all, she was his wife, and no mischievous fairy like Chu Yuechan would stand between them.