The Xianzhou sailed through the Void, and before Jiang Huai could even catch his breath, Qin Qingyue yanked him over to the open deck.
“Stop slacking off, get up and practice your swordsmanship!” Qin Qingyue stood with her hands on her hips, her Dragon Tail flicking impatiently behind her, striking the deck with a crisp sound.
She was usually endlessly indulgent and doting toward Jiang Huai, but when it came to training, her demands were harsh to the point of being unfeeling.
She would rather leave scars on him than let his cultivation stagnate.
Wu Zhaohua stood quietly to the side, seemingly leisurely flipping through the volume of Serving the Wife-Master: 100 Days to Mastery on her lap, but her eyes kept flickering toward Jiang Huai from the corner of her vision, silently cursing Qin Qingyue’s scheming mind.
Qin Qingyue flicked her nimble Dragon Tail tip against Jiang Huai’s hip—not too hard, but enough to correct his starting posture—while pretending to scold him angrily:
“Lower your wrist! Your power has to be thorough! How can you not even master the most basic sword moves?”
“If you don’t take this seriously, I’ll start spanking you! Don’t blame me for losing face!”
At the same time, a subtle but clear voice transmitted directly into Jiang Huai’s ear:
‘Why are you just standing there like an idiot? A real Sword Immortal is right here—go ask for her guidance! Let her teach you a few moves!’
‘Aren’t you practicing Wenxuan Swordsmanship? Have her instruct you more.’
How can you learn deeply just by watching? Having someone teach you is way more convenient.’
Hearing this, Jiang Huai secretly winked at Qin Qingyue, silently asking:
Isn’t this a bit much? Wouldn’t it seem too deliberate?
Qin Qingyue flicked her tail even faster and transmitted urgently: ‘What’s wrong with that? It’s a godsend opportunity—once it’s gone, there’s no coming back! Hurry up!’
“Hmph, you’re so unambitious!” Qin Qingyue scolded again, swatting Jiang Huai’s rear with her Dragon Tail.
Jiang Huai yelped in pain, gasping and glancing at Qin Qingyue in confusion.
You’re actually going to spank me?
Qin Qingyue ignored his gaze, snorted coldly, and radiated a jealous possessiveness.
Despite her hostility toward Wu Zhaohua, for the sake of her husband, she still swatted him over.
Jiang Huai could only resign himself, sheathing his sword stance and quietly edging toward Wu Zhaohua, pondering how to ask for her guidance without seeming awkward.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhaohua beat him to it, without looking up, her cool voice already ringing out:
“Your Wenxuan Swordsmanship’s energy flow is indeed off.”
“Qin Qingyue hitting you isn’t entirely wrong.”
She paused, closed the book, and finally looked up at Jiang Huai.
“Please… Sect Master, grant me the honor of your instruction.” Jiang Huai cupped his fists naturally.
“Grant instruction? Fine.” Wu Zhaohua’s lips curled into a faint smile as she glanced at Qin Qingyue beside her, who immediately perked up and became alert.
Her mischievous thoughts grew stronger.
Then Wu Zhaohua suddenly stepped forward without allowing any protest, one hand gripping Jiang Huai’s sword-holding wrist, the other naturally wrapping around his waist, her warm, soft body pressing closely against his back.
Her full, firm curves pressed tightly against his spine, causing Jiang Huai to stiffen all over.
“Come, the third form isn’t practiced like that.” Wu Zhaohua’s voice whispered into Jiang Huai’s ear, warm breath carrying a faint chill and a subtle fragrance.
“Let your energy follow the sword, keep your intent in the Dantian, and follow my movements.”
“Y-you y-you y-you…!” Qin Qingyue’s eyes instantly widened as she pointed at Wu Zhaohua, her Dragon Tail bristling angrily, struggling to speak coherently.
Is this how you practice swordsmanship? Is this how you give instruction?
Since when did Wu Zhaohua become like this?
Wu Zhaohua seemed not to hear her, moving with Jiang Huai like flowing clouds and water as sword light flickered.
Her palm “accidentally” brushed past Jiang Huai’s hip.
Even under the pretense of adjusting his posture, her fingertips lingered on his waist and arm.
“Spread your legs a bit, don’t be so petty.” Wu Zhaohua’s delicate hand adjusted his stance without hesitation.
Every move was dripping with innuendo, openly teasing him right under Qin Qingyue’s nose.
Qin Qingyue’s face turned ashen, her chest heaving violently, veins bulging on the back of her hand, almost unable to restrain herself from rushing over to separate them.
But she couldn’t really interrupt because under her furious gaze, Jiang Huai’s sword moves were visibly becoming smoother and more precise, his energy condensing further.
Wu Zhaohua’s guidance was indeed effective.
“Zhaohua…” Jiang Huai turned his head, trying to avoid the distracting warm breath and intoxicating scent.
Wu Zhaohua coldly cut him off, her suggestive touch continuing unabated:
“Who’s your Zhaohua? We’ve long since settled our accounts.”
“Then… can your hand please get off my… my butt first?” Jiang Huai felt incredibly embarrassed.
“Teaching you swordsmanship doesn’t come free, does it?” Wu Zhaohua retorted confidently.
Jiang Huai could only stiffly allow Wu Zhaohua to almost feel him up entirely, glancing desperately at Qin Qingyue, who looked ready to erupt with fury.
‘Are you going to step in?’
Qin Qingyue crossed her arms tightly, her complexion turning from dark iron blue to deathly pale, her gaze shooting daggers at him, veins throbbing on the back of her hands.
Hold on, just hold on a little longer—the sword moves are improving nicely.
Hold on a little longer.
Jiang Huai’s internal alarm bells blared as he saw the veins rising on Qin Qingyue’s hands, flooding him with a desperate will to survive:
“This is bad, I’m probably doomed tonight!”
Late at night, in a private chamber.
The air was thick with tension, spiritual liquid rippling in a large wooden tub.
Tang Zhaoxue was forced to lean on the tub’s edge, eyes wide as saucers, staring fixedly at the nearby wooden bed.
At this moment, Qin Qingyue was no longer her usual coquettish or gentle self.
Her eyes flashed with dangerous crimson slitted pupils.
Her black Dragon Tail was strong and powerful, wrapping Jiang Huai in a bizarre position, almost bending him into an impossible arc.
One hand pressed firmly against the back of his head, the other braced at his waist, her core forcefully engaged, like riding a wild stallion.
“Practice swordsmanship? Go practice swordsmanship with her?!” Qin Qingyue’s voice was ragged with heavy breaths and thick jealousy, each word dripping with punitive intent.
“Let her touch you?! Does it feel good? Huh? Are you about to rekindle old flames?!”
“But… but you were the one who told me to go in the first place.” Jiang Huai’s voice was broken, strangled, trying to explain.
“How dare you talk back?!” Qin Qingyue seemed to ignite the final fuse, wild and fierce.
Her Dragon Tail wrapped tighter, as if trying to squeeze him completely into her body.
“Say it! Are you still attached to her?! Are you?”
“N-no!” Jiang Huai struggled in vain, utterly unable to escape the Dragon Clan’s overwhelming grip.
“Say it! Who do you love the most?!” She suddenly leaned in, hot breath on his ear, commanding.
“You—I love you the most.” Jiang Huai blurted out, voice tinged with forced concession.
This unrestrained interrogation unfolded fully in front of the watching Tang Zhaoxue.
She blushed deeply, her heart pounding like a drum, emotions tangled and complex.
Excitement mingled with threads of jealousy and envy.
This was truly a strong and domineering woman—so impressive.
Instinctively, she mimicked Qin Qingyue’s actions and expressions, her eyes dreamy, fully immersed.
Only as the night deepened did the “punishment” finally ease.
Tang Zhaoxue watched the intense scene with satisfaction, feeling enlightened and enriched.
Jiang Huai was completely drained of strength, collapsing on the disheveled bed without the will to move, only his calves occasionally twitching unconsciously.
Qin Qingyue, however, looked refreshed and radiant, the earlier jealousy and anger vanished.
She lay on her side, fingertips gently stroking Jiang Huai’s chest.
Her voice returned to its usual tone, tinged with a lazy contentment.
“Husband, was I… a bit too much just now?”
Jiang Huai didn’t even bother to open his eyes, forcing out a weak but resolute word through clenched teeth: “Leave.”