At this moment, Zhao Ya was lying on the bed, experiencing the Primordial Energy stream of the One-Grade Lion Realm.
He discovered that each realm’s Primordial Energy stream, besides differing in intensity, also seemed to have its own temperament.
The Primordial Energy of the Lower Mountain Fierce Tiger Realm was robust and fierce.
Whereas the One-Grade Lion Realm clearly felt much more ethereal and agile.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya’s upper limit of strength had once again improved, close to one and a half times what it was Beyond the World.
Do not underestimate this mere 0.5 times improvement; this actually means a comprehensive crushing superiority.
At least Zhao Ya felt that with his current strength, he could easily crush Martial Artists of the Primordial Sea level, and even stand a chance against those who have truly opened the Celestial Gate and achieved the Essence of Dao.
Zhao Ya separated a strand of Divine Thought, navigating through the Primordial Energy stream, wandering around Wanchuan Pier for a moment.
However, the sights seen were more or less similar, and due to concerns about disciples of the No-Self No-Form School stationed at the pier, Zhao Ya quickly withdrew his Divine Thought.
Outside, Liu Yuhuan’s light snoring could be heard, mixed with indistinct sleep-talking, but Zhao Ya’s ear power was exceptionally sharp, so he clearly heard what she was saying.
"Despicable... Despicable Lord, snore~ snore~ actually doesn’t want me... Detestable!"
"But... the smell on Lord... really is pleasant snore~ snore~."
Zhao Ya chuckled to himself.
This person is incredibly cheeky, always pestering him.
Sometimes she is incredibly obnoxious to Zhao Ya, yet sometimes makes one feel vexed but amused.
All in all, she’s a quirky little girl.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ya’s thoughts suddenly turned to Zui’Er.
Not having seen her for so many years, he wondered how the little girl was doing.
Actually, Zhao Ya often consciously stops himself from thinking about these things.
Because he understands that with his current lifespan, though not yet achieving absolute immortality, he essentially is a long-living species in practical terms.
And the brief hundred-year life of ordinary people is far too short for Zhao Ya now.
Sometimes Zhao Ya thinks about how he should cope with the constant losses that will come after decades.
This question once puzzled him greatly, but later he came to terms with it.
Instead of fearing loss, it is preferable to cherish the present.
The greatest problem faced by long-living species is the inevitable dulling of human emotions with the passage of time, eventually disappearing.
So what Zhao Ya can do is try his best to maintain some human emotions.
This is also why he was so proactive in confronting the Black Ship crisis Beyond the World.
Given his strength and lifespan at the time, he could easily have hidden somewhere, waited for time to eliminate all crises, then re-emerge.
Yet Zhao Ya chose to take the initiative because he didn’t want to become an entity that only knew survival and not human emotions.
Everyone enjoys longevity, but if it is longevity devoid of any human emotions, it may not necessarily be a good thing.
After all, in some sense, stones can be considered long-lived too, but is that kind of longevity really meaningful?
Just as Zhao Ya was mulling over these matters, an erratic shuffle of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Zhao Ya frowned slightly.
Even though he didn’t see them, just from the footsteps Zhao Ya could deduce that among those who came were a few women.
Also, judging from the lightness of their footsteps, these women should be quite attractive.
Leading them was that Wharf Dispatcher.
No need to think further about why the Dispatcher brought a group of women here at this time.
Sure enough.
Moments later, the door was knocked on, and Zhao Ya sat up, saying lazily, "The door is not closed."
Soon after the door was pushed open, it was indeed the Wharf Dispatcher who entered.
Upon entering, he smiled broadly, saying, "Lord Shi, apologies for disturbing your rest, but noticing you have only one maid attending you, which seems inconvenient, I took the liberty of bringing a few maids for your service. Please don’t blame me!"
Zhao Ya understood immediately, but outwardly he feigned a look of interest.
"Oh? What sort of maids?"
"Please have a look!"
With that, the Wharf Dispatcher stepped aside, revealing several women walking in from outside.
Each of these women was stunning, and more importantly, each had unique characteristics — some voluptuous, some slender, some seductive, some pure, standing there even made the whole room seem more vibrant.
Even Zhao Ya, accustomed to beautiful women, couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.
He hadn’t expected that Wanchuan Pier or the disciples of the No-Self No-Form School would go to such great expense for him.
Any one of these women outside would be an exquisite beauty, yet now six of them were offered to him in one go.
Even in a vast region with a large population like the One-Grade Lion Realm, this was an extremely costly investment.
The Wharf Dispatcher observed Zhao Ya’s reaction closely, and seeing his dazed expression, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Earlier, when receiving task assignments from the Head Steward, he was a bit troubled, thinking that since this Lord came from the Great World Strong Sect, he must have seen and tasted it all.
Trying to impress him through beauty would surely be challenging.
Thus he racked his brains, expending a great deal of effort to summon the leading Courtesans from the highest-class brothels on the pier.
But even so, the Wharf Dispatcher was still somewhat apprehensive, uncertain if those he found could meet this Lord’s standards.
Luckily.
Now, judging from the Lord’s reaction alone, his effort was not in vain.
Next, the Dispatcher felt a faint disdain arising within.
These so-called Direct Disciples from the Great World Strong Sect don’t seem that remarkable.
Seeing beautiful women, they’re all the same — captivated, unable to move.
Of course, he kept this thought deeply buried, showing not a hint on the surface, instead smiling even more brightly.
"Lord, are you satisfied?"
"Hmm, quite good." Zhao Ya nodded.
"Then let them stay to attend you."
"Good!" Zhao Ya nodded again.
"Then we won’t disturb your rest!"
Saying this, the Wharf Dispatcher turned back, looking sternly at the women.
"These Lords are big figures from the Upper Realm; you must attend carefully, don’t be negligent, understand?"
"Yes!" The women responded in unison.
With that, the Wharf Dispatcher left with a rueful smile.
The women looked at Zhao Ya with fear and curiosity but dared not speak.
You see, when they were forcibly summoned earlier, they were fully unwilling.
After all, no one knew what kind of character this big figure from the Upper Realm had, or what he looked like.
If he turned out to be old, ugly, and bad-tempered, wouldn’t that be utterly repulsing?
Now upon seeing Zhao Ya, the women couldn’t help but feel joy in their hearts.
Because, purely based on appearance, this big figure from the Upper Realm had already won the hearts of these women.
Just don’t know about his temper... .
At that moment, Zhao Ya cleared his throat slightly and said, "Ahem... Ladies, you may go rest first."