“A little comfortable.” Tang Zhaoxue lazily squinted her eyes, letting out a melodious low moan from her throat, her voice carrying a hint of hoarse seduction.
For three consecutive days, Jiang Huai arrived punctually to adjust her Yin and Yang.
With the steady and rhythmic rise and fall of his palm, gentle Innate Primordial Qi slowly flowed in, causing Tang Zhaoxue to often emit low hums that sounded both like pain and ecstasy.
She had long since grown accustomed to opening her heart to him, and to opening her female body as well.
Without reservation, she revealed that patch of “wasteland” yearning to awaken, receiving treatment while chatting endlessly.
She found herself strangely addicted to this feeling.
For a long time, the suppressed desire for interaction between the sexes caused by her own deficiency seemed to be twistedly compensated through these repeated treatments.
“Talking to a man is actually quite interesting, it feels very… comfortable.”
She rarely spoke so closely with a man, not only because her cultivation kept her busy.
But also because thinking of her own “defect” made conversations with men feel wildly agitated.
When one cannot act like a normal person, chaotic thoughts naturally arise when interacting with the opposite sex.
But now was different. The man before her came to heal her.
She could temporarily lower her guard, even enjoying the interaction with a hint of condescending amusement.
Moreover, his cultivation was low; he had no backing in this realm.
She was his greatest reliance, and this sense of control comforted her.
“You come here every day, doesn’t the one at your home cause trouble?” she suddenly asked with a playful smile, lowering her head and fixing her gaze on his focused profile.
Stealing someone’s husband for herself wasn’t bad.
In this extremely female-dominant land, as the Supreme Sect Leader guarding this world, she held the right to every man’s first night and final belonging.
Including the man before her.
Jiang Huai’s hands didn’t stop moving; expressionless, he made a lame excuse:
“She doesn’t manage things. Even if she knows, it won’t matter.”
Of course it wouldn’t matter; she wasn’t his wife—just Zhu Ruxin’s daughter.
He didn’t have such a weak wife!
Tang Zhaoxue carefully recalled the red-armored girl she had seen that day and softly said:
“That sect girl’s cultivation is already in the late Foundation Establishment Stage, only a step away from Golden Core.”
“I have some fairy materials here that aid Core Formation and quite a bit of experience breaking through realms. Perhaps I can help her.”
Jiang Huai’s fingers paused slightly in his massage; after a moment’s thought, he slowly raised his head and said smoothly:
“In that case, I thank the sect leader for your kindness on behalf of my wife.”
He had originally planned for Zhu Siyao to return to Nine Heavens Palace to break through, but the return date was uncertain.
Who knew when she could go back? Golden Core? Nascent Soul? Divine Transformation? They couldn’t keep stalling Zhu Siyao’s breakthrough forever.
In this perilous Yu’ai Realm, the two of them were weak and isolated.
The only person who could help them was the ‘impotent’ rogue sect leader before them, legs spread open.
Tang Zhaoxue paused at his words, then a playful smile curled at her lips:
“Thank me? When did this sect ever say it would be given for free?”
She leaned forward slightly, lifting Jiang Huai’s chin with her index finger,
forcing him to look directly at her:
“If you want it, you’ll have to pay a bit more, for your little wife.”
A twisted desire flashed in her eyes. Since healing was possible, certain thoughts became hard to suppress:
“For example, take off your pants and show me.”
Now that she had hope of becoming capable again, naturally she wanted to see what she wanted to see.
Even if she couldn’t immediately have it, just getting a taste would satisfy her twisted desire.
Jiang Huai stared at this increasingly demanding female rogue with disgust and abruptly withdrew his hands:
“If the sect leader’s attitude is like this, then this treatment is off the table.”
This woman—how could she still be so greedy?
In this world, besides himself with his Yin Yang Body using Innate Primordial Qi and the Chaos Dao Platform to heal you, who else had that capability?
“Do you dare not heal?” Tang Zhaoxue’s eyes instantly turned cold; a dangerous light flashed in her narrowed gaze, her tone returning to its usual lofty arrogance and pride.
Yes, still arrogant.
A person in a high position might show occasional kindness out of interest, but the innate pride never changed.
Unless one’s power equaled hers, there was no hope of truly equal treatment.
Jiang Huai had long understood this; don’t assume everything is fine just because she was temporarily gentle.
He took out a handkerchief, leisurely wiping his hands with a calm yet firm voice:
“The sect leader can of course kill me if you want to stay the same forever.”
“I guarantee that no one else in this realm besides me can heal this condition.”
This was his only trump card: if unhappy, no healing for her.
Tang Zhaoxue seemed to hear something amusing and chuckled, reaching out again to stroke Jiang Huai’s hair—only to be dodged.
She didn’t insist, laughing softly:
“I actually quite admire your nature, which is why I’m willing to talk to you more.”
“Sometimes you’re really naive.”
“This world isn’t just about life and death; there’s also worse than death.”
“There’s never only one way to solve a problem, and sometimes there’s more than one way to make someone tell the truth.”
Jiang Huai met her gaze, feeling an inexplicable chill rise from his heart.
At this moment, he clearly realized the woman before him was not just a misbehaving female rogue.
She was a tyrannical sect leader,
master of a region, with countless bloodstains on her hands.
If she truly wanted to tear off the mask and use all means, a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator like him would be difficult to resist.
This was a world of survival of the fittest; civilization and rules were built on absolute strength.
Too weak—he was still too weak.
Invincible among peers, yet no match for the threats from these rogue elders.
Tang Zhaoxue keenly caught the fleeting fear in Jiang Huai’s eyes and nodded with satisfaction:
“Good, it seems you understand what I mean.”
“But it’s fine; I like you very much and won’t treat you like that.”
“You can stay by my side.”
“Your little wife can also solve cultivation problems, but I hope she knows a thing or two and understands who you belong to now.”
Jiang Huai quietly looked at her, at the arrogance in her eyes, then silently lowered his head and continued healing.
His fingers pressed down, silently infusing Innate Primordial Qi.
Jiang Huai decided to endure for now; he would wait until he had some say before challenging her. This wasn’t the time to fall out.
But sooner or later, he would make Tang Zhaoxue bow to him.
“Let’s end here for today; my spiritual power is exhausted.”
Feeling the timing was right, Jiang Huai stopped in time, showing fatigue on his face.
He deliberately controlled the pace until he had some influence.
The effect clearly pleased Tang Zhaoxue greatly. She could vividly feel the long-lost, genuine moistness, her joy overflowing as she nodded approvingly at Jiang Huai.
Just as her red lips parted, ready to say something, a deep yet piercing great bell rang out suddenly throughout Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect.
The waves of sound rolled on, carrying unmistakable urgency and crisis.
Tang Zhaoxue’s expression changed drastically; all the laziness and comfort vanished without a trace, replaced by the sect leader’s stern and sharp aura.
She rose abruptly, waving her delicate hand; her skirt instantly wrapped neatly around her graceful figure.
“Stay where you are and don’t move!”
She only threw this sentence at Jiang Huai before transforming into a dazzling streak of light, rushing out of the chamber at incredible speed toward the source of the alarm.