“What do you think of the Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect?”
After leaving the sect and casually browsing through the city to purchase some specialty books, Qin Qingyue asked seemingly offhandedly.
Zhu Siyao pondered for a moment before answering honestly,
“I haven’t delved deeply into their internal factions, but when facing outside enemies, they truly unite as one to repel invasions.”
She could never forget the scene when Tang Zhaoxue rushed to the frontlines, and soon after, the disciples and elders within the sect solemnly swore an oath to march out to battle.
Despite heavy casualties, there wasn’t a single complaint heard.
“Hm.” Qin Qingyue nodded, then shifted the topic.
“What about Tang Zhaoxue?”
At the mention of that name, Zhu Siyao’s expression subtly changed, and after hesitating for a while, she said,
“She… guards the sect tirelessly, always leading from the front, viewing death without fear… she’s, she’s quite admirable.”
Qin Qingyue, experienced as she was, immediately sensed there was more beneath those words, and smiled as she draped an arm around her shoulder: “If there’s something you want to say, just say it. We’re family after all. If she ends up in the Nine Heavens Palace someday, wouldn’t it be awkward if you don’t speak up?”
Zhu Siyao hesitated a moment longer before finally whispering,
“How should I put it… she’s not a bad person, without ill intentions.
“It’s just… she has feelings toward Jiang Huai…”
Qin Qingyue narrowed her eyes, pressing further,
“What about Jiang Huai? Has she… slept with him or something?”
Judging from the current situation, although Tang Zhaoxue was only a minor Transformation stage cultivator, she was undoubtedly a powerful figure in this world.
With someone like her in such an extreme culture, could she have done something to Jiang Huai?
Encouraged by Qin Qingyue’s expectant gaze, Zhu Siyao finally laid everything out:
“Her body has some problems, so she often asks Jiang Huai to heal her wounds.”
“And once, during treatment, she…”
“Jiang Huai was treating her normally—she opened her legs, and Jiang Huai was massaging.”
“But one time, when everything was going fine, she suddenly pinned Jiang Huai down, and…”
Qin Qingyue raised an eyebrow, secretly speechless.
So in her final moments, she wanted a bit of pleasure but didn’t quite get it.
“I see. Got it.” Qin Qingyue replied calmly, already forming a plan in her mind.
By the time Qin Qingyue returned to the Xianzhou, it was already late at night.
The moonlight poured like water, filling the Xianzhou with silver glow.
Wu Zhaohua, dressed in white, stood quietly at the prow, gazing up at the moon with a scroll of “Mastering Service to the Wife in a Hundred Days” clutched in her hand.
She paid no attention to Qin Qingyue, who had returned with Zhu Siyao, letting the night breeze tousle the strands of hair by her temples, her aura cold and frosty.
Qin Qingyue ignored her as well; the old grievances accumulated since childhood between them hadn’t vanished just because they had saved Jiang Huai together.
Still, Jiang Huai was her husband, and Qin Qingyue silently noted a favor owed.
Pushing open the door, Qin Qingyue saw Jiang Huai already deeply asleep, his spirit clearly drained. Nearby, Tang Zhaoxue sat quietly meditating in a wooden tub.
Noticing Qin Qingyue’s arrival, Tang Zhaoxue slowly opened her eyes and nodded in greeting:
“Palace Master Qin.”
“Mm.”
Qin Qingyue walked straight to the soft couch, gently pulling Jiang Huai into her arms, fingertips lightly tracing his hair.
“Hm? You’re back?” Jiang Huai was startled awake, still drowsy and confused.
He felt his face buried against two warm, soft places and couldn’t help but nuzzle deeper.
“Go back to sleep,” Qin Qingyue murmured softly, holding her beloved tightly and gently patting his back.
The black dragon tail quietly grew large and soft, like a velvet blanket lightly covering Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai wrapped his arms around her waist and sleepily asked,
“Where did you go?”
“I went down below for a walk,” Qin Qingyue lowered her head, lips brushing his temple.
“I drew some sketches for you.”
“Have you found any suitable territory on Ling Mountain or other places? You can keep it.”
Soon, this world would probably be jointly governed by them.
Jiang Huai shook his head weakly in her arms, voice heavy with fatigue: “No.”
“The Xie Tide—the hidden threat of this world—must be eradicated.”
“Qingyue, help them eliminate it completely, okay? That way, we can leave in peace.”
“All right, whatever you say.” Qin Qingyue agreed without hesitation, decisively.
“If you say clear it, then clear it thoroughly.”
Actually, even if Jiang Huai hadn’t spoken, the group would have taken care of the Xie Tide anyway—to leave their own backyard clean and safe.
She hugged Jiang Huai tighter, her voice tinged with lingering fear: “It really scared me. You don’t know how afraid I was at that time.”
“I was really afraid… truly afraid I wouldn’t see you again.”
“If I can’t find you, how am I supposed to… how am I supposed to face everything?”
The black dragon, usually majestic—even somewhat domineering—now revealed the softest part of her belly without reservation before her lover, showing rare vulnerability.
Qin Qingyue couldn’t bear the thought of Jiang Huai leaving her forever, his fate unknown.
Jiang Huai’s heart softened.
He lifted his head, gazed earnestly into Qin Qingyue’s eyes, and gently wiped her tear: “How could a grand Great Ascension Stage cultivator cry like a child?”
“I miss you too, thinking of you every day.”
Their heads brushed, voices low and tender, immersed in the private intimacy of reunion, as if the world held nothing but the two of them.
This deep affection, however, was fully observed by the person in the wooden tub.
Tang Zhaoxue soaked quietly in the warm spiritual liquid, silently watching the couple on the couch, her brows unconsciously furrowing.
Their feelings for each other were so good—no wonder.
What was she? Nothing at all, really.
She was the Sect Master of the Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect, once a figure whose words carried ultimate weight and was revered by thousands.
But now, watching Jiang Huai and Qin Qingyue—both from a grander world with power, talent, and backing beyond her reach—
Their natural and intimate interaction stirred an indescribable bitterness and smallness in her heart.
Jiang Huai’s ease and relaxation in Qin Qingyue’s arms was completely absent when he was with her.
She had truly developed feelings for Jiang Huai, but at this moment, she was painfully aware that what Jiang Huai had and deserved was far better and more fitting than she could ever be.
Qin Qingyue before her was not only beautiful but supremely powerful and tender toward Jiang Huai.
From every angle, she completely overshadowed Tang Zhaoxue.
That feeling of attraction mixed with the painful awareness of being unworthy and unreachable twisted around her heart like creeping vines, quietly aching.
“I can’t give you anything. I’m so tired, and just now I…” Jiang Huai murmured, still a bit dizzy.
Qin Qingyue gently brushed the corner of his mouth and smiled,
“If you had anything, it would all belong to me.”
“You’re tired now; I can’t exactly force you. Just rest well.”
Jiang Huai nodded, then casually asked,
“Have you reached your Desire Phase yet?”
Qin Qingyue’s expression shifted slightly as she stroked his head: “No talking while sleeping.”
Hearing their loving whispers, Tang Zhaoxue quietly sank lower into the water, letting out a faint sound.
Glug glug glug.
Suddenly, she realized something.
After this injury, if she wanted to soak again in such warm, bubbling spiritual liquid, it was probably impossible now.