Chapter 91: going for divine flame map
The morning sun rose over the jagged peaks of the Western Continent, casting a harsh, crimson glare across the endless fields of hardened volcanic rock. The air here was radically different from the quiet, mist-shrouded valleys of the Eastern Jade Ridges. It was thick with the scent of unrefined sulfur, dry ash, and violent fire-law currents that actively pressed against the lungs like a heavy blanket.
Min-jae walked down the rugged dirt trail with a calm, unbothered posture, his hands casually slid deep into his trouser pockets. He wore his simple black silk lounging shirt, his dark eyes calmly scanning the massive, bustling city walls of the border checkpoint ahead—The Crimson Gate Outpost.
Directly behind his flank, walking in a precise, protective vanguard formation, were his ten wives. Following the previous night’s breakthrough, every single one of them was fully arrayed in their new, ultra-luxury flowing traditional gowns that trailed gracefully over the rough stone. The sight of ten drop-dead gorgeous women walking through a dusty, rough volcanic border zone was completely jaw-dropping, drawing the immediate, breathless attention of hundreds of rough local rogue cultivators packed along the trade lanes.
"The thermal gravity in this sector is highly concentrated, husband," Yoo Ji-a whispered, her voice a low, tense melody of glass that carried a deep thrill of suspense. Her long midnight-black ponytail swayed violently against her radiant light violet and soft lavender silk gown as she stepped right up into his personal space, her fingers tightly holding the polished wooden shaft of her immortal spear. Her large violet eyes cast a sharp, warning glare at the surrounding gawkers. "My internal channels are automatically pulling in the heat, but my skin feels perfectly cool because your solar domain is anchoring our perimeter."
"It’s because our husband’s baseline energy completely out-scales the crude heat of this lower-higher plane," Medusa voiced smoothly, her full violet lips curving into a cold, dangerous smirk.
The exceptionally sexy demon princess did not maintain a detached distance. She aggressively squeezed her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass physique and heavy chest straight against Min-jae’s left side as they walked, her long violet silk sleeves brushing against his shoulder. Her exotic, piercing icy-blue eyes looked up into his face with an absolute, fanatical infatuation that caused a deep, noticeable crimson flush to rapidly creep up Min-jae’s neck beneath his collar.
Min-jae quietly cleared his throat, his ears burning a bright, flustered pink as his cold calculated focus completely short-circuited under her close physical touch. "Keep your parameters down, Medusa. We are just passing through the gate to reach the central market."
"Hey! Back your sleeves away from his arm, you overly aggressive snake!" Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing an intense, flustered crimson as her playful territorial jealousy completely exploded. She aggressively grabbed Min-jae’s right arm, pressing her soft, toned curves tightly against his flank to reclaim her territory. "You spent the entire flight trying to camp out near his meditation cushion, and now you’re trying to hoard his walking space too?! Move your robe, or I will personally test my new fracture loops right through your lavender train!"
"The vanguard spear should focus on clearing the path ahead rather than monitoring my proximity to our Sovereign," Medusa countered with an aristocratic, freezing disdain, though her cheeks flushed a deep, sultry pink as she deliberately leaned closer into Min-jae’s warmth. "A formal marriage contract means my wife privileges allow me to stay exactly where I please."
Before the bickering could escalate into a full courtyard riot, a loud, obnoxious crash shattered the domestic friction.
Blocking the primary iron archway of the outpost was a squad of twenty heavily armed local enforcers, led by an arrogant, fat merchant noble named Master Kaelen (Early Stage of the Divine Soul Realm). He was dressed in over-designed, ruby-plated robes that radiated a crude fire light, his face contorted into a mask of pure, corrupt complacency as he looked down at Min-jae’s simple cotton attire.
"Hold your steps, lower-plane trash!" Kaelen barked arrogantly, his voice echoing loudly across the dusty plaza as he pointed a fat, gem-encrusted finger straight at Min-jae’s face. "You think you can just march ten highest-grade immortal women into the West Continent without paying the royal transit tax?! This sector belongs to the Blazing Fire Clan! Hand over five hundred thousand high-tier spirit crystals as an entry fee, or I will have my vanguard division seize these women to serve in my personal pavilion!"
The surrounding rogue cultivators went entirely, breathlessly silent, a heavy wave of suspense filling the air.
Min-jae didn’t pull his heavy greatsword from his shoulder. He stood perfectly stationary with his hands casually stuffed inside his pockets, his deadpan black eyes watching the fat noble with an entirely unbothered, mocking clarity. He didn’t say a single word. He simply focused his thoughts, calling out to his newly upgraded cultivation interface.
The deep golden smoke of his system unsealed in mid-air before his eyes, scanning the target to clear any potential loopholes.
[Sovereign Cultivation Interface Active!]
[Target Isolated: Master Kaelen (Level 56 - Flawed Divine Soul Realm).]
[Analyzing Defense Matrices and Skill Arrays... 100% Success!]
[Hidden Loophole Detected: His ruby-plated chest armor relies on a defective fire-stone circuit. A single basic physical impact will trigger an immediate internal mana implosion, multiplying the feedback damage by 250%!]
Min-jae didn’t even shift his stance. He looked toward his left flank. "Xiao. Handle the clutter. He’s wasting our time."
"With pleasure, husband," Liu Xiao murmured, her exotic emerald-green eyes flashing with a beautiful, freezing coldness that completely dropped the plaza’s ambient temperature by twenty degrees.
The silver-green haired Nature Goddess took a single graceful step forward, her green and white silk hanfu billowing wildly as she raised her slender, pale hand. She didn’t use a grand world-staff or compile a complex chant. She simply snapped her fingers.
A massive, earth-shaking rumble violently vibrated through the stone blocks. In less than a fraction of a millisecond, thousands of massive, thick cosmic roots violently burst from the dry volcanic earth directly beneath Kaelen’s boots. The terrifying nature energy didn’t just grab him; it forcefully wrapped around his ruby plates, instantly short-circuiting his defective fire-stone circuit.
The fat noble’s armor violently imploded from the inside out with a deafening roar of green and crimson fire. Kaelen let out a choked, blood-curdling shriek of pure, un-adulterated terror as his entire twelve-foot pride was forcefully smashed flat onto his face against the hard dirt road. His massive life bar flatlined by ninety percent in less than a second, turning his over-designed robes into tattered, smoking rags as he lay trembling in the dust, completely humiliated in front of his entire division.
"g-gahhhh! my cultivation core...nooooo!" Kaelen gasped out, his blood staining his chin as he looked up at the stunning, indifferent goddess with wide, petrified eyes. "Who... Who are you monster?!"
The twenty enforcers instantly dropped their weapons, falling flat on their knees in total, breathless terror, their faces turning completely bloodless as Min-jae casually walked straight past the smoking noble without offering him a single glance.
The family smoothly navigated the terrified crowd, stepping inside the grand, bustling interior of the Treasury Moon Auction House—the neutral, crowded black-market city hidden within the volcanic rifts where the exact spawn coordinates of the Divine Flame were currently being traded.
To avoid drawing an immediate empire-wide alert, Min-jae led his wives into a private, high-stakes luxury viewing box overlooking the main auction stage. The room was highly secure, containing a plush leather sofa and a massive wooden low-table loaded with fresh spiritual fruit.
"The journey was incredibly dusty, husband," Medusa whispered breathlessly, her exotic icy-blue eyes wide with pure, adoring infatuation as she quickly dropped onto her knees directly between his legs on the plush rug. Her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure twisted gracefully as she picked up a cooling silver bowl filled with refined spirit-rice and roasted phoenix-grains. She presented a delicate silver spoon directly to his lips, her porcelain cheeks flushing a beautiful, deep crimson. "Let me feed you before the map bidding begins. A true Sovereign shouldn’t handle common rations."
"Oh, no you don’t, you sneaky lizard!" Yoo Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing an intense, flustered pink as her competitive envy reached an absolute peak bliss.
Without an ounce of hesitation, she aggressively shoved her athletic, silk-draped body straight onto the sofa right beside Min-jae’s right flank, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck, pulling his head against her shoulder. With her left hand, she snatched a large, juice-heavy starlight pear from the table, aggressively pressing it against his mouth to block Medusa’s spoon. "Min-jae likes fresh fruit after a fight! I’m his primary vanguard, so I’m the only one who gets to organize his nutrition tonight! Eat this one, husband!"
Han Seo-yoon and the stunning Ice Goddess, Gu Bylai, quickly squeezed onto his left side, their voluptuous silhouettes pressing tightly against his loose black silk shirt, their sapphire and icy-blue eyes narrowing into a sharp field of pure territorial envy as they watched the two front-runners fight.
"Our husband’s elements require a balanced water-law fruit, not heavy grains, Medusa," Gu Bylai murmured with a beautiful, dangerous smirk, her pale dress drifting like mist as she reached her cool fingers up to gently clean a trace of dust from Min-jae’s jaw, causing his ears to burn even deeper.
Min-jae sat perfectly paralyzed in the absolute center of the tiny leather sofa, completely pinned under the tight, warm, and frantic embrace of his ten newly ascended, breathtakingly beautiful immortal wives.
A massive, unstoppable crimson flush covered his entire face, his cold calculated regressor focus completely short-circuited under their close, suffocating physical touch and overlapping scents of lotus and fresh frost. His hands hovered awkwardly over their narrow, small waists, his ears burning a bright, flustered pink as the romantic tension inside the secure box reached an absolute, drop-dead addictive peak. He was a man who could turn an entire immortal clan into dust, but inside his own viewing room, he was completely, flawlessly defeated by the sheer devotion of his harem. He looked out through the glass array toward the auction stage below, letting out a quiet, flustered sigh as his heart raced violently .