Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1539. Final Dealings.

Amidst the background clamor of automated clanging, signifying the creation of lesser treasures through formations within Andrea’s forge, Yasenia maintained an elegant stance before the Sect Master. The crimson glow from the fires seemed to accentuate her already flawless skin, imbuing it with a captivating, fiery allure. Sect Master Hong inwardly let out a continuous sigh, feeling that his standards of beauty were being fundamentally altered simply by her presence.

"Sect Master Hong, let us converse," Yasenia stated.

Sect Master Hong nodded with composure. "And what matter does Madam Yasenia wish to discuss?"

Yasenia emitted a soft chuckle and moved to the side, her fingers delicately brushing against some of Andrea’s tools. Noticing the slight wear on their handles, her eyes sparkled with affection. Her Darling might not possess the most prodigious talent, but she was undeniably industrious.

"This time, I have come to take Andrea with me. I understand that Andrea has undoubtedly become a cornerstone of the sect, even if she herself might not wish it, given her exceptional talent. Am I not correct?"

Sect Master Hong offered a wry smile. "You are... indeed correct. A great many of our disciples and masters have sought out this place specifically to learn from Andrea."

Andrea scoffed. "And you, you fool, instead of providing me with talented disciples, only permitted female disciples to receive my tutelage."

Sect Master Hong, who remained unfazed by the intense heat of the forge fires, felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his temple. "A-Andrea, while we may not have been in complete agreement, have I not treated you with sufficient kindness? Why are you putting me in such a difficult position?"

"Sect Master Hong, Andrea is at liberty to voice her thoughts as she pleases," Yasenia interjected softly. Her voice carried no discernible anger, yet it was this unnerving tranquility that heightened Sect Master Hong's apprehension.

"Moreover..." Yasenia let her words hang in the air. "If you were truly resolute, would that man, King Tao, seem like someone foolish enough to provoke your sect merely to wed Andrea to Princess Tao?"

Sect Master Hong's heart lurched. Yasenia had left him with no room to maneuver. "Without your tacit approval, Princess Tao would not have been able to pursue Andrea with such unhindered freedom."

Sect Master Hong conceded that Yasenia had proven more astute than he had anticipated. Nevertheless, he disliked the complete lack of recourse she afforded him. "My sect has invested a considerable amount of precious spiritual treasures and tools in nurturing Andrea. You cannot possibly deny that, Madam Yasenia."

Yasenia paused, shifting her gaze from Andrea’s tools to Sect Master Hong. The instant their eyes met, Sect Master Hong felt an icy chill. "You nurtured her because she earned it. Andrea's talent in forging is truly unparalleled. Relying solely on that talent, Andrea could have eventually ascended to the pinnacle of her original world."

Andrea had been accepted as a personal disciple by Tatyana’s direct subordinate, an individual whom even Yasenia referred to as "Aunt." The profound implications of this were self-evident; it underscored the raw and unmatched potential residing within Andrea's forging path.

Therefore, Sect Master Hong’s nurturing of Andrea was not an act of favor, but an inevitable consequence. Anyone who failed to do so upon recognizing Andrea’s extraordinary forging talent was, in Yasenia's estimation, simply unqualified to be a master of forging.

Sect Master Hong's lips twitched. "However, I continued to nurture her even knowing she would eventually depart..."

"Do not deceive me, Sect Master Hong," Yasenia commanded, her pupils narrowing, her tail striking the ground with a decisive thud. "Do not forget what species I belong to."

Sect Master Hong fell silent. *Dragons... creatures possessing supernatural abilities to perceive 'intent' from others.*

Even within their world, where individuals could move mountains with a mere gesture, the innate abilities of Dragons were still regarded as enigmatic and formidable by most. Yasenia, as a paramount existence among Dragons, was naturally exceptionally perceptive when she chose to be.

Sect Master Hong sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Madam Yasenia, what is it that you desire?"

Yasenia's demeanor softened slightly. "Now, you are finally posing the appropriate inquiry."

Did Yasenia wish to annihilate this sect? She did. Quite intensely, in fact. However, she was also aware that, having resided here for an extended period, Andrea must have developed a degree of sentimental attachment to this place.

Even if Andrea would not prevent her from taking decisive action, it could become a minor impediment in their relationship in the distant future. This was something these individuals did not deserve. Allowing them to live, for the sake of Andrea’s peace of mind, was millions of times more significant than her own desire to eradicate those who had harbored covetous intentions towards her Darling for so many years.

"Sect Master Hong, I wish for you to understand something," she stated, advancing toward him until she stood mere meters away. "I am exceedingly displeased." Her tone was level, and her posture did not betray it, yet she proceeded to articulate her current emotional state.

"I am so enraged that I wish to extinguish your life! That is the extent to which you have provoked my ire. By what right do you push my wife into another man’s embrace? By what authority do you dictate the destiny of such a gifted cultivator, trading her future for meager gains? Your avarice is repugnant. Your arrogance is detestable. In my eyes, your very existence holds no more worth than a stone by the roadside."

Sect Master Hong’s countenance became grim, yet he found no words to counter. He was acutely aware that the dragon before him possessed a power far exceeding his own. Even if, by some miracle, he managed a surprise assault, were there not over three hundred divine attendants standing guard nearby?

In essence, he understood his current predicament and his limitations.

"...However," Yasenia continued, her gaze softening as she turned towards Andrea. "It is also true that this place has provided my Darling the environment to mature and strengthen her resolve, independent of my protection. For this, be it the trials, the blessings, or the hardships, I am profoundly thankful. After all, growth is impossible without adversity."

This was a conviction Yasenia held deeply and applied rigorously.

She shifted her attention back to Sect Master Hong and declared, "We will accept reparations from your sect. Following that, we shall depart from this domain. Naturally, should my Darling set her sights upon anyone she wishes to mentor, I shall claim them, irrespective of whether they are the paramount genius or the future hope of your sect. Is that understood?"

"You cannot..."

Yasenia silenced him with an outstretched hand. "I can, I will, and you shall comply." Her expression finally hardened, revealing a terrifyingly detached demeanor, as if she were gazing upon a lifeless corpse. "Otherwise, I shall obliterate all that exists. You, this sect, and this entire world. Nothing will remain."

RUMBLE!

The heavens responded, yet Yasenia remained unfazed, striking such fear into Sect Master Hong that he quivered. ‘Did this unhinged woman just defy the very heavens?’

To challenge the world’s destruction was to defy the divine order! Yet, she uttered those words with absolute conviction. Moreover, those indifferent, cold, golden slit eyes pierced through him, instilling a profound dread. They conveyed a chilling truth: This Dragon dared to act upon her threats!

"...Very well. State your terms for compensation. Our Sect will accede to your demands."

Yasenia scrutinized him intently, as if delving into the depths of his soul to ascertain his sincerity. After a momentary pause, Yasenia’s demeanor shifted, replaced by a faint smile, returning her to her customary composed and subtly alluring self. "That is acceptable. Let us proceed to your treasury."

Yasenia turned, entwining her arm with Andrea’s, and offered her a radiant smile. Andrea let out a soft sigh, returning the smile with gentle warmth. This dragoness of hers was truly... multifaceted. She could be the most merciless being imaginable, or the most tender consort to her. ‘Utterly, endlessly captivating.’

Who could resist the allure when the fearsome entity that sent shivers down everyone’s spine reserved only affection and smiles for them? It made Andrea feel uniquely cherished. ‘Even though I do not perceive myself as exceptional, being favored by someone like Yasenia is more than sufficient reassurance that I might be overlooking my own virtues.’

It bolstered Andrea’s confidence, a quality she often felt lacking when comparing herself to others in terms of innate talent. These past years had illuminated this truth, and now, Andrea stood self-assured, having long purged her mind of negative sentiments.

Of course, as a mortal, she might falter again, but she harbored no undue worry. In any event, her Yasenia would be there to reaffirm her strength.

Consequently, for the remainder of the day, Yasenia escorted her through the Sect’s accumulated wealth, encouraging her to select anything that captured her attention.

Andrea, understanding that Yasenia would be disheartened if she didn’t acquire some valuable items, did not hold back. She selected the premier forging hammer, a portable forge, and a multitude of the most prized materials.

Yasenia’s tail swished with delight each time Andrea claimed an item, feeling as though she were aiding her Darling in purging the accumulated burdens of past years. This small gesture prompted Andrea to choose certain treasures she had little need for, simply to witness the magnificent, celestial dragon tail wagging.

"So, do you wish to bring anyone along with us, Andrea?"

Andrea contemplated, fleeting images of several individuals crossing her thoughts. Yasenia, ever perceptive with her loved ones, smiled knowingly as a flicker of contemplation crossed her Darling’s eyes!

"Let us acquire those you just considered! Fear not, we can dispatch them to the Sky Continent to continue their cultivation at the Rita Academy! Upon your return, you may check on their progress."

Andrea yielded, succumbing to the moment, and embraced her gentle dragon tightly. "Pray tell, have you acquired telepathic abilities? How is it that you possess the uncanny knack for assuaging all my concerns, hmm?"

Yasenia nestled into her embrace, gazing up at her towering Darling with a soft smile. "It is because I love you."

Andrea found herself overwhelmed with affection for the dragon girl, lowering her head to press a kiss upon Yasenia’s tender lips. "I love you too, my little dragoness."

Consequently, Andrea proceeded to her fan club, selecting a handful of admirers. Among them was a particular young woman whose fervent desire was not adoration, but the refinement of her forging skills.

She also chose several young men whom she had personally guided during her earlier explorations. After all, having female disciples did not preclude her from seeking out latent talents among the male disciples. A few individuals she recalled vividly were promptly brought away from the sect.

Observing the group of slightly over twenty individuals assembled before her, Yasenia offered a smile. "You have all been chosen by Andrea, whose exceptional talent in forging is renowned. You will be relocated to another World. However, we do not wish to compel anyone. If any of you have families here or are unwilling to depart from this world, please speak now."

A few faces betrayed a flicker of hesitation, and at that precise moment, Andrea's resonant, feminine voice reached them. "This represents a singular, unparalleled opportunity. You may always return in the future. We are not departing immediately, so you will have approximately..."

Her eyes met Yasenia's, and the dragoness responded with a captivating glance. Yasenia leaned in, whispering near Andrea's ear after rising on her toes, "Two months... at the very least."

Andrea swallowed, then cleared her throat. "Two months, at the very least."

Yasenia's smile broadened, and with a gentle pull, she led Andrea towards her private quarters. This moment was reserved for Andrea and Yasenia to... finally rekindle their intimacy.