What?
Have a child for the Vatican?
With you?
How can you say something like that? Have you no shame?
And isn’t this just like those “high reward for a child” ads on telegraph poles?
Ye Qiu immediately stopped his wandering thoughts, as the Prophet could read minds, and angering her would be unwise.
He glanced up, seeing the Prophet’s calm expression, showing no signs of anger.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
The Prophet said earnestly, “I know this request may seem unbelievable, but it’s the truth.”
“Through Allah’s guidance, I’ve seen a glimpse of the future.”
“If you and I unite, our child will lead the Vatican to glory and become the most powerful Pope in its history!”
Ye Qiu’s tone was sharp, “What does the Vatican’s business have to do with me?”
“Indeed, it has nothing to do with you, which is why I came to find you,” the Prophet replied. “If you agree to my request, the Vatican will be deeply grateful.”
“In the future, whatever you ask, as long as it’s within our power, we will not refuse.”
“What do you think, Mr. Ye?”
Ye Qiu said flatly, “Not much.”
He admitted the Prophet was stunning, a beauty capable of causing chaos, but having a child with a woman he had no feelings for was something he couldn’t accept.
“I’m a man, not a tool for you to get pregnant!” Ye Qiu said.
The Prophet asked, “Then what would it take for you to agree?”
Ye Qiu replied, “At the very least, we’d need some emotional connection.”
The Prophet frowned slightly, saying, “I cannot fall in love, nor can I have emotions.”
Damn, no love, no emotions, and you still want me to help you have a child? What do you take me for?
If I agreed, what would our relationship even be?
Friends with benefits?
Though Ye Qiu was open-hearted, he was traditional at his core and couldn’t accept such an arrangement.
“In that case, I can’t meet your request,” Ye Qiu firmly refused.
The Prophet persisted, “You can name other conditions.”
Ye Qiu said, “I have no other demands.”
The Prophet didn’t give up, “I can offer you wealth, jewels, gold, anything.”
Ye Qiu refused again, “Sorry, I don’t lack money.”
She added, “Your martial talent is exceptional. I can help you become a cultivator sooner.”
Ye Qiu was tempted.
Becoming a cultivator early would elevate his combat strength to a terrifying level.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
With the Forbidden City gone and his great enemy dead, what was the rush to become a cultivator?
Looking at the Prophet, Ye Qiu said, “You just said my martial talent is strong.”
“I believe, with my talent, I’ll become a cultivator soon enough.”
“So, your condition is worthless to me.”
The Prophet said sincerely, “Dr. Ye, trust me, the Vatican will not shortchange you.”
“We have a hundred thousand disciples in our Church.”
“If you agree, they can do three things for you.”
Just three things?
Ye Qiu sneered, “You probably don’t know, I’m the master of Dragon Gate, with a hundred thousand disciples under my command.”
“With a single order, they’ll do my bidding.”
“Not just three things, but thirty thousand or three hundred thousand, my Dragon Gate disciples would do them for me.”
The Prophet was speechless.
“One question, if I don’t agree, you won’t force me, will you?” Ye Qiu asked warily.
This woman’s cultivation was formidable. If she used force, he’d have no chance to resist.
Especially now, in his weakened state.
If she forced him, he’d have no choice but to endure…
The Prophet said, “If you don’t agree, I might consider using force.”
Ye Qiu tensed up, unease creeping in.
“Hahaha, just kidding, no need to worry,” the Prophet laughed. “No matter what, I’d never force you.”
That’s more like it.
Ye Qiu said, “I’m badly injured. Leave now, I need to heal.”
The Prophet asked, “Are you sure you don’t need my help? I could heal you in a few hours.”
“No need, I can manage,” Ye Qiu replied.
“You?” The Prophet looked doubtful. “Healing yourself will take at least a week.”
“You clearly don’t know me well.”
Ye Qiu smiled faintly, sat cross-legged, and pulled a century-old medicinal herb from his Qiankun bag, swallowing it.
Then a second, a third…
He consumed over twenty century-old herbs, letting their potent energy flow into his meridians. He then channelled his innate true qi and the Nine-Turn Dragon Art to repair his injuries.
Not stopping there, he took out five three-hundred-year-old herbs.
The Prophet was stunned.
Her beautiful eyes widened.
When Ye Qiu fought Jiaye Longshu, he had also consumed century-old herbs, but she hadn’t arrived yet, or she wouldn’t be this shocked.
After regaining some strength, Ye Qiu swiftly used Maoshan talismans.
Soon, his external wounds healed.
Time ticked by.
Two hours later, Ye Qiu’s injuries were nearly fully healed. He stood up, smiling at the Prophet, “So, how’s my recovery speed?”
It wasn’t just fast, it was godlike.
The Prophet’s lips parted slightly, her face unable to hide her astonishment. This only strengthened her conviction that she had chosen correctly.
If she and Ye Qiu had a child, that child would surely become the Vatican’s most powerful Pope.
“Mr. Ye, please consider my proposal carefully.”
“I’ll come find you again.”
“Goodbye.”
With that, the Prophet vanished from the spire.
Ye Qiu activated his Heavenly Eye, catching only a faint shadow, disappearing like lightning from his sight.
“Such speed, she’s likely a King Realm expert,” Ye Qiu thought.
Then, he entered the pagoda, discovering over a hundred holy maidens imprisoned on the first floor.
“Jiaye Longshu is dead. From now on, you’re free.”
Unsure if they understood, Ye Qiu freed the maidens and climbed the stairs toward the spire.
During his fight with Jiaye Longshu, he had sensed a powerful life force within the pagoda.
He wanted to find out what it was.
Reaching the ninth floor, his pupils suddenly constricted.
