Su Yingman floated gracefully in her colorful robes, Immortal Sword in hand, descending onto the Xianzhou’s deck alongside Jiang Huai.
Faced with Qin Qingyue’s icy reprimand, her slender neck slightly retracted, and she deftly slipped behind Jiang Huai, her voice barely above a whisper:
“It is my fault.”
Before this Celestial Immortal Form beauty, whose reputation as the main wife was formidable, Su Yingman knew well the art of retreat to advance, obediently taking all the blame upon herself.
‘Anyway, with how my husband is, he’ll surely speak up for me, hehe.’ Su Yingman thought quietly.
Sure enough, Jiang Huai shook his head at Qin Qingyue, his tone gentle:
“Don’t blame her. I insisted on coming, so she followed me.”
Su Yingman’s eyes shimmered subtly, as she inconspicuously pressed closer to Jiang Huai, almost nestling in the shadow of his back.
Qin Qingyue’s original plan was to hold or even severely injure Wu Zhaohua here, while Su Yingman would take advantage of the distraction to raid the Wenxuan Sect and take Jiang Huai away.
After Wu Zhaohua limped back to the sect injured, she would only face the shattered Shan Huzhen and an empty courtyard—a ruthless scheme to break her spirit.
Once Wu Zhaohua was dealt with, Qin Qingyue would find Jiang Huai and reunite with him.
But Jiang Huai came after all, thwarting Qin Qingyue’s plan.
“Hmph!” Wu Zhaohua snorted coldly, the Immortal Sword in her hand humming incessantly, sword qi surging and ebbing as her beautiful eyes pierced Su Yingman like blades.
If the Wenxuan Sect lost even one person, she would make Su Yingman pay with blood.
Jiang Huai quickly turned to soothe her: “The Wenxuan Sect is safe. Junior Sister Bai Lei and Elder Qi Yuyong are unharmed.”
Only then did the tension on Wu Zhaohua’s face ease slightly, and the raging sword qi mellow.
The atmosphere of drawn swords between the two women softened somewhat.
Qin Qingyue withdrew her Dragon Spear, her fingertips covered in fine black scales teasingly lifting Jiang Huai’s chin, her tone laced with teasing:
“Perfect timing. Had you come any later, I fear someone’s heart would’ve been pierced by my spear.”
Wu Zhaohua’s grip on her sword tightened sharply, her eyes wide with anger:
“Qin Qingyue, cease your reckless words! Were it not for you holding the sect hostage, would I have been distracted?”
“Despicable! Shameless! Your nature never changes!”
Qin Qingyue shrugged carelessly, indifferent and scornful to the accusations.
“Say what you will. Today, I must take my husband back to the palace. You can do as you please.”
“You!” Wu Zhaohua’s chest heaved with fury.
“We are like fire and water. I will never allow you to take Jiang Huai!”
Qin Qingyue arched a brow and sneered: “Look at how greedy you are, wanting to take both Zhuxin and Jiang Huai.”
“Those two belong to me. What business is that of yours?”
“Wu Zhaohua, what can you offer Jiang Huai?”
“What can the Wenxuan Sect’s foundation give him?”
She could arm Jiang Huai from head to toe with Tianjie Immortal Sword-grade treasures, prepare all rare treasures from Qi to Great Ascension, with just a wave of her hand.
Wu Zhaohua retorted: “I can give him everything! I can even venture into Secret Realms again!”
“No matter what, those resources were gained by my own efforts! Not stolen from others!”
Previously, she had focused solely on cultivation and hadn’t accumulated many other resources.
But now, as the Zhongzhou Overlord, she had a thousand “gentle” means to pressure other sects into supplying resources for Jiang Huai.
A Celestial Immortal-level powerhouse raising a Jiang Huai was more than feasible.
Qin Qingyue curled her red lips and pressed on:
“Hmph, Wu Zhaohua, you’ve kept him all these years, causing him countless hardships, yet you never mention that?”
“You’ve transferred all your misfortune onto him! Without you, Jiang Huai wouldn’t be stumbling every step he takes! It’s sheer suffering!”
At the mention of misfortune, Su Yingman’s lips twitched imperceptibly.
From what she knew, Qin Qingyue had dumped a mountain of catastrophic misfortune onto Jiang Huai.
Whether the misfortune capable of devastating an entire city compared to Wu Zhaohua’s misfortune affecting only one person was a little…
Yet Qin Qingyue remained expressionless, unfazed, with not a hint of shame.
Wu Zhaohua, furious, laughed bitterly:
“And you? Didn’t you also drag him into that perilous Secret Realm?”
“In terms of recklessness toward his safety, how do you have the face to criticize me?”
“How could I entrust Jiang Huai to a shameless, vicious dragon like you!”
Su Yingman blinked slightly. When did this happen? There was such a thing?
Qin Qingyue snorted: “Shameless and brazen.”
Wu Zhaohua shot back: “You are despicable and shameless!”
“You are narrow-minded!”
“You overestimate yourself!”
The two traded barbs, shouting back and forth like quarrelsome commoners.
The violent spiritual power collided continuously amid their dispute, scaring Su Yingman into inching closer to Jiang Huai, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
Husband, these two women are terrifying.
Though I am at the Merging Stage, right now I can only rely on your protection.
Jiang Huai watched the two of them, flushed and furious, and felt his temples throb.
“No more arguing!”
The Great Ascension Stage pressure oddly stilled for a moment as his words fell.
Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua simultaneously stopped speaking but both turned their faces away, refusing to look at one another.
Jiang Huai rubbed his brow and softened his tone: “Arguing like this won’t solve anything.”
He pointed toward the quiet chamber inside the Xianzhou: “Let’s talk one by one, alright?”
Qin Qingyue snorted, sweeping her dragon tail: “For my husband’s sake, I’ll temporarily not argue with this crazy woman.”
Wu Zhaohua’s hand gripping her sword loosened then tightened, finally looking at Jiang Huai with a complicated gaze: “I’ll listen to you, but I won’t back down.”
Jiang Huai exhaled, knowing this was the greatest concession they would offer.
He first turned to Qin Qingyue: “Then you come with me to the quiet chamber first.”
Qin Qingyue glanced sideways at Wu Zhaohua, a hint of triumph in her eyes: “Fine.”
She naturally linked her arm through Jiang Huai’s, the skin of her arm, having shed its dragon scales, was whiter than snow, cool to the touch against his sleeve.
Her agile dragon tail happily wound around Jiang Huai’s waist, gently stroking.
Wu Zhaohua’s face darkened instantly at the sight but ultimately said nothing, though the chill on her Immortal Sword deepened.
Su Yingman quickly followed with Zhuxin, but when she met Wu Zhaohua’s icy glare, she hurriedly bowed her head.
Not worth provoking; it’s truly best to pretend not to see.
Once out of Wu Zhaohua’s sight, Qin Qingyue’s mood brightened instantly, as if clouds parted to reveal clear skies.
She walked alongside Jiang Huai, constantly glancing at him with crescent eyes and a smile that seemed never to fade.
As they stepped into the quiet chamber, the doors closed behind them, and Qin Qingyue’s figure flickered and shifted.
She instantly transformed into a lively little black dragon, like a slender serpent carved from black jade, happily coiling and weaving up and down Jiang Huai’s body.
The cool black scales brushed softly against his skin, and her tiny, delicate dragon horns nuzzled his cheek, emitting a satisfied purring.
“I missed you so much.” The dragon’s lips parted, breathing a warm, coquettish breath.
Jiang Huai found he still couldn’t grasp the slippery scales, resigned, gently stroking the icy dragon body wrapped around him.
“I missed you too.”
Noticing the little black dragon’s wandering path moving downward, the dragon head clearly harboring an unspoken intention.
Lower and lower it went, as if to explore between two dragons crossing paths.
Jiang Huai quickly called out: “Enough, let’s talk about serious matters.”
His voice carried a subtle tightness.
Qin Qingyue grudgingly moaned, light shimmering around her as she transformed back into the breathtakingly beautiful Dragon Lady.
She pressed forward, pinning Jiang Huai’s back against the cold cabin wall.
A jade hand covered in fine scales slapped beside his ear with a sharp sound, creating a suffocating wall slam.
“Before we talk about serious matters, let’s discuss something else.”
“Take off your clothes. Let me see the new ‘mark’ that woman gave you.”
Wu Zhaohua had inscribed the Spirit Sword Pattern on him—this much she knew.
Seizing the moment, Su Yingman stepped lightly forward, her delicate fingers deftly hooking onto Jiang Huai’s belt, about to loosen his clothing.
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