Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1529. Some Trouble. Crossing Heavenly Layers.

In a blistering forge filled with intense heat, Andrea hoisted her hammer before slamming it down, dressed in a simple string shirt. Every swing she made radiated breathtaking artistic elegance, while her sun-bronzed skin sparkled with tiny sweat droplets. Her bold, slender yet muscular frame, paired with voluptuous curves, produced captivating waves of seduction with each powerful blow. 

Her locks were tied back in a neat high ponytail, light green eyes intently fixed on the treasure under creation. Yet, in the midst of her deep focus, a faint squeal reached her ears, making her eyebrow twitch and causing her hammer to stray just a fraction. 

Lips pressing together tightly, a flicker of irritation appeared in her light green eyes, though she pressed on with the forging. Several hours passed before the treasure took final shape, a gleaming snow-white sword materializing before her. 

The heavens rumbled violently, multiple heavenly lightning bolts crashing onto the blade. Andrea stood unmoved, as though such events were everyday affairs. But upon tallying the strikes, she saw they halted at eight, drawing a heavy sigh from her lips. 

The squealing woman drew closer, her grin stretching wide. “Impressive! Impressive! You forged a Two Star Supreme Ranked Treasure so effortlessly!” 

Andrea stared at the sword, completely displeased. That tiny error had ruined it, dropping it from Four Star Supreme Ranked status and turning its power into mere trash. 

Gazing at the energetic red-haired woman beside her, Andrea revealed no emotion whatsoever. “Here, Princess Tao, exactly as you asked. A frost and fire sword. Once bonded, it will absorb traces of your energy and shift into your ideal form.” 

She saw no point in mentioning the flaw. After all, the blunder belonged to the woman herself. Princess Tao simply tucked the sword into her ring without a care, her eyes brimming with worship and affection toward Andrea. “Hehe, as expected of my future wife!” 

Andrea offered no reply. Her countless rejections had surely stripped those words of all impact. With that, she pivoted to walk away. 

Sensing Andrea's cold detachment, Princess Tao flushed deeply. Her eyes lingered on the sharply defined muscles of Andrea’s arms, her robust sweaty neck, and the stray locks clinging to damp skin. A shiver of ecstasy ran through her. ‘Ahn~, Lady Andrea is so beautiful!’ 

“A-Andrea, wait, wait. Father already told you that you have to come with me, right? You must! You must!”

Andrea halted, a spark of fury igniting in her gaze, yet she held back any refusal. ‘Sigh, who would have thought entering that single competition for a rare forging material would draw this woman's obsession.’

This unfolded nearly 20 years prior. Desperate for material to reinforce Ebirah's shell, she entered and utterly dominated every rival. 

Her physique, allure, and forging prowess captured the admiration of men and women alike. Little did Andrea realize then that Princess Tao, offspring of her world's mightiest sovereign, had taken a shine to her. 

Princess Tao stood out as a rarity, drawn to women. Her father had attempted countless corrections, given the world's staunchly traditional values mirroring most realms. Yet the indulged princess, spoiled from infancy, refused to yield and chased her desires with even greater zeal.

The supreme expert suffered endless migraines, but upon observing Andrea, he relented at last. Andrea's beauty screamed femininity, yet carried a valiant, dashing charm that perfectly complemented standing beside another woman. 

Thus, the King visited Andrea’s Sect Master and declared: “My daughter shall be Elder Andrea’s fiancée. In 100 years, they wed. Dare oppose, and I raze your sect.” 

Straightforward, concise, and utterly overbearing. As an unmatched force, he effortlessly bent others to his desires without a second thought. 

Andrea resisted the decree with fierce opposition. She recognized her current inferiority to the man. To buy maximum time, she proposed an alternative. “Forced love won’t bloom. If I am with your daughter without proper affection growing between us, then it will only make your daughter suffer in the long run. Please, let our affection develop naturally.” 

Such deceitful phrases left Andrea revolted even as they left her mouth. Still, she refused to seek Tatyana's aid over this minor setback. In 100 years, her power would surely rival that powerhouse's. 

By patiently enduring and cultivating in secrecy, a flawless turnaround awaited in the future. 

Yet to achieve it, she must feign helplessness for several years more. 

Even in the worst case, she could simply activate her communication device and utter, “Tatyana, please come help me. I am in a pinch,” resulting in that irritating king being obliterated into nothingness. 

To sum it up, Andrea was honing herself under this pressure, accelerating her strength forging beyond normal speeds. The added pressure and clear goal had skyrocketed her cultivation progress, allowing her to advance both her Realm and Intent Domains to the third level over the past 20 years. In Intent Domain alone, she trailed that king by just one level. Regarding realm, she lagged three realms behind. 

Given Andrea’s talent for battling foes beyond her level, the power gap between her and that King wasn’t actually that wide. 

Princess Tao’s cloyingly sweet voice pierced Andrea’s ears once more. “Where should we go, Andrea? Hehe. I really want to spend time with you until the day you give me a smile!” 

Andrea cast a glance at the woman’s blue eyes and replied coolly. “Princess Tao chooses. I will follow along.”

Princess Tao pouted, attempting to grasp Andrea’s arm, yet Andrea sidestepped effortlessly. After all, Princess Tao remained merely a First Level Transcendence realm cultivator. Her power fell far short of Andrea’s. 

“Hmph. Why don’t you let me touch you?” Her eyes gleamed with menace. “Do you have someone you love?” 

Andrea’s lips curved slightly as she gazed down mockingly. “Haven’t I said it many times? It is Princess Tao who is clinging to a married woman.” 

Princess Tao huffed. “Does it matter? Once I discover who it is, they will be gone!” 

Coldness flickered in Andrea’s green eyes. Yet, patience was something Andrea possessed in abundance. She stacked every grudge meticulously. In due time, these individuals would rue their actions profoundly. 

‘It’s an excellent method to temper both character and strength, so whatever.’ Gazing at the sky, Andrea let out a soft sigh. ‘I wonder when you’ll come, love? It has been so long already… just a few years short of a century…’ 

*** 

Several Heavenly Layers higher up, Yasenia blinked and scanned her surroundings curiously. “Did someone call me?” 

Tatyana regarded Yasenia with confusion. “Did someone call you? I have not sensed any spiritual fluctuations.” 

Yasenia hummed thoughtfully before shrugging. “Well, it doesn’t matter. How long until we can go down?” 

Eyeing the line ahead, Tatyana remarked. “We should be able to take off in two months. Reaching Andrea’s Heavenly Layer will take, at most, seven months. Don’t worry, you will meet her soon.” 

“Is she doing well?” Yasenia inquired, full of curiosity. 

Tatyana’s red eyes glimmered briefly, but she merely smiled. “You will know when you arrive, right?” 

That remark caused our clever dragoness to furrow her brow deeply. “She is in trouble?” 

Tatyana’s lips twitched. ‘Her sharpness when it comes to her lovers is as terrifying as always.’ 

Though Tatyana avoided full disclosure, she offered a surface-level explanation. “It’s nothing too urgent. Similar to some things you went through in Distancia. Andrea is just biding her time for a counterattack.” 

Those words brought a icy expression to our dragoness’s face. “Is there a way to accelerate our descent?” 

Tatyana stroked her chin. “There is, but…” 

“No buts. Tell me how.” 

Tatyana sighed with a chuckle. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t expect it.” Her gaze shifted to a specific corner, and she declared loudly. “We want to take the fast travel portal. Please, prepare the talent challenge.” 

A Second Level Demigod-strength man materialized before them. Glancing at Tatyana, he stated clearly. “Only Sixth Realm cultivators can take this trial.” 

“She is going to take it.” Tatyana specified, gesturing toward Yasenia, who cradled her egg. 

The man blinked, then nodded. “Follow me, then.” 

The group stepped away from the queue, arriving before a pillar. The man indicated the measuring device nearby. “You need to reach energy levels up to this line for you to pass. If you do so, you and your group will have direct access.”

“How is it measured?” Yasenia questioned calmly. 

“Punch it as hard as you can. The pillar will register everything.” 

Yasenia wasted no time. She handed her egg to Tatyana, then her aura erupted like a despotic dragon rousing from slumber. 

A shockwave blasted outward, shoving spectators aside and paling most in terror. The heavens appeared to dim under her aura, before Yasenia unleashed a full-powered punch, holding back only a handful of trump cards. 

BOOM!!! 

The pillar’s energy surged skyward, slamming into the peak and then…

Crack. 

…a tiny fissure formed at the summit. 

Absurdity crossed the inspector’s features, his jaw slackening as the spiritual pen tumbled from his grasp. 

Yasenia eyed him and stated. “Now, can we pass? I am in a bit of a hurry.” 

The inspector blinked, gazing at Yasenia before swallowing hard. Even as a Demigod, he felt daunted. “F-For sure, please follow me.” 

Yasenia nodded, and amid the stunned stares of the crowd, they entered the portal to traverse Heavenly Layers immediately. 

Star Forge and the rest gazed upon Yasenia, smirking inwardly. ‘Whoever dared to anger her… best wishes. May your end not be overly agonizing.’ 

On the portal's opposite side, nearly 300 women stood waiting, adorned in varied yet harmonious maid outfits. 

The absent few served as personal attendants for Andrea and the others. Onlookers eyed the assembly curiously, pondering which lavish figure commanded such a display of diverse racial beauties in those uniforms. 

Speculation leaned toward an emperor or young master, yet as radiant light burst forth and the silhouette emerged, the watchers fell into a stupor. ‘Heavens… how is it possible for such a breathtaking being to exist?’ 

Catching Yasenia off guard with this reception, a flicker of surprise crossed her momentarily. 

In perfect unison, the 300 bowed deeply and declared together. “We welcome Young Miss back from your adventures. We, your personal maids, are here to guide you and accompany you forevermore!”

Upon recognizing those cherished faces, Yasenia's heart clenched before overwhelming joy surged through her. She hadn't laid eyes on them since departing her mansion as an 18-year-old youth. Her fondness for every one of them had endured unwaveringly. A radiant smile bloomed on her face, illuminating her exquisite features. “Thank you, and… I am back.”