Saving people is saving people.
Qin Qingyue stepped back at the right moment, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, her expression lazy and satisfied.
Jiang Huai pressed both hands against the light barrier, his body trembling slightly.
Beneath the light barrier, Tang Zhaoxue tilted her head back, eyes tightly shut, silently enduring this special baptism.
Everyone had found their own kind of happiness.
Just as Tang Zhaoxue thought, even if the person behind the light barrier was herself, she had nothing to give, only causing Jiang Huai to be covered in drool.
The light barrier slowly dissipated.
Qin Qingyue held Jiang Huai and returned to the soft couch.
Their skin touched warmly as they cuddled, enjoying the quiet intimacy afterward.
Tang Zhaoxue soaked in the wooden tub, gazing at the couple with resentment.
Her slender fingers unconsciously brushed over her lips, gathering the tiny warmth that still belonged to her.
“Put your clothes on properly. We need to deal with the Xie Tide, then leave this place.”
“It’s not good to stay here. I think Wu Zhaohua wants to return as well,” Qin Qingyue tugged at Jiang Huai’s sleeve.
“And Zhuxin is still waiting for Siming to come back home.”
For Jiang Huai’s unique constitution, that small amount of output was nothing.
He sat up, a bit surprised: “Already?”
Finally, they could return to the Five Provinces Continent.
“Yes. But I wonder what conditions Wu Zhaohua will set,” Qin Qingyue sighed.
“What do you mean?” Jiang Huai asked in confusion.
“You know perfectly well what I mean. She came all this way to save you, can it just end like this?”
“Who knows what conditions she might demand.”
Qin Qingyue flicked Jiang Huai’s butt lightly with her dragon tail, her tone tinged with jealousy.
If it were any other woman, Qin Qingyue rarely felt truly jealous.
No matter what, Jiang Huai was hers—always hers.
Other women were at most just toys.
But once it came to Wu Zhaohua, her sense of crisis suddenly surged, jealousy rising like a tide.
On the edge of a hiss and a growl.
“So, what should I do?” Jiang Huai tilted his head, asking.
“What do you mean ‘what to do’? How would I know? Can I just act stubborn?” Qin Qingyue winked at him.
“Probably not.”
“Get out.” Qin Qingyue lightly kicked Jiang Huai, annoyed.
“You go find White Dew and Siming first. I’ll talk to her.” She glanced at Tang Zhaoxue in the tub.
Jiang Huai understood and tied his robe. He pinched her dragon tail before turning to leave.
The message was clear: don’t make things difficult for her.
Qin Qingyue watched him leave, slowly stood up, and lazily stretched, her dragon tail swaying contentedly.
She bent slightly and put on a pair of exquisite black high heels, stepping with a “clack clack” sound toward the wooden tub.
Leaning on the rim, her delicate nose twitched, and her scarlet dragon eyes lowered to look at Tang Zhaoxue in the water.
Tang Zhaoxue still had some lingering marks on her face.
She raised her head to meet those majestic dragon eyes but instinctively turned her face away, unwilling to look directly.
Facing this celestial Dragon Lord, she, a mere minor Cultivation Realm practitioner, had no strength to resist.
“I’ve investigated everything about you,” Qin Qingyue said flatly, her voice betraying no emotion.
“From Jiang Chulin entering this world, to you ‘inviting’ him to heal, up until the end…” She spoke as her long, fair finger lightly traced Tang Zhaoxue’s cheek.
She brushed away the faint traces, bringing them to Tang Zhaoxue’s lips.
“Don’t you feel wronged?” Qin Qingyue squinted, asking.
Tang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes, not daring to resist. She obediently opened her mouth, accepting the faint “gift” from the other’s fingertips.
Though her heart ached, she could only be well-behaved.
“Come to think of it, it’s less like you saved Jiang Huai and more like he saved you.”
“He gave you the Immortal Sword, healed you, yet you still want to force things?” Qin Qingyue’s tone grew authoritative, a weighty dragon aura pressing down on Tang Zhaoxue.
Tang Zhaoxue silently bowed her head and whispered, “Yes. What I did, I admit.”
“Even if Jiang Huai hadn’t come, I would have fought to the death to protect the people and ensure his escape.”
“I never intended to survive, but I did.”
As a Da Zongzhu, a protector of her world, she dared to take responsibility.
Qin Qingyue nodded in satisfaction. This attitude was good. Her slender fingers continued to brush Tang Zhaoxue’s face, asking:
“Come back with me to Nine Heavens Palace and be Jiang Huai’s servant. How about that?”
“You don’t need to worry about the safety of this world anymore. We will thoroughly eradicate the Xie Tide and prevent future troubles.”
“Your cultivation resources and gongfa won’t be a problem either. Our Nine Heavens Palace is a super large sect. Even what slips through our fingers is stronger than Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect.”
“You also know Jiang Huai’s constitution and potential. Being his servant isn’t a humiliation.”
She cleaned Tang Zhaoxue’s face with her fingertips, gathering the faint residue again before Tang Zhaoxue’s ruby lips.
“Think about it.”
Tang Zhaoxue lowered her gaze, feeling deeply humiliated yet helpless.
A servant? She was a Da Zongzhu, guardian of an entire world for a century, leading from the frontlines. Now she had no proper status and could only be a slave?
Her inherent belief was that women were far superior to men, but now she was being told to serve a man.
This was hard to accept.
“Not satisfied?” Qin Qingyue smiled knowingly.
Tang Zhaoxue clenched her silver teeth. As a Da Zongzhu, she understood negotiation well but kept a calm face:
“Thank you for your concern, Palace Master Qin. I will return to my Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect.”
“If this body can’t be healed, then so be it.”
She was gambling—betting Qin Qingyue cared about Jiang Huai’s feelings and would make concessions.
After all, being a servant was quite…
Qin Qingyue’s expression shifted slightly.
A sneer tugged at her lips: “You think I don’t know? With your body like this, even if I gave you the title, what good would it do?”
What a joke. She wouldn’t let a sickly person become Jiang Huai’s concubine.
“Besides, you’re only a minor Cultivation Realm.”
In the Five Provinces Continent, minor Cultivators were as common as cattle, hardly worth mentioning.
Tang Zhaoxue stared at the fingertip inches from her face and gritted her teeth: “No need for your concern, Palace Master Qin.”
Qin Qingyue studied her for a moment and suddenly smiled.
Though her cultivation was low, her character was quite interesting.
“Fine. If your cultivation improves and your hidden illness can be cured, I’ll grant you the position of concubine. How about that?”
“After all, if your cultivation can’t keep up, he wouldn’t be able to bring you to the Immortal Realm, right?” Qin Qingyue threw out a new condition.
“Besides, do you know the cultivation and talent of his other concubines?”
Mentioning concubines and the Immortal Realm made Tang Zhaoxue’s heart leap violently—those were exactly what she desired.
Seeing Tang Zhaoxue still silent, Qin Qingyue’s expression turned cold as she moved to withdraw her finger.
Tang Zhaoxue hurriedly reached out and grabbed her wrist, using her tongue to obediently lick the residue off her fingertips bit by bit, extremely submissive.
Qin Qingyue raised an eyebrow, quite satisfied as she looked down at this display.
Seeing Jiang Huai’s other women submit to her, she couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased and proud.
This was exactly what she wanted—all other women beneath her.
Only after Tang Zhaoxue had cleaned her fingers completely did she slowly withdraw.
“I’m willing… Palace Master Qin.” Tang Zhaoxue knelt in the wooden tub, tilting her head back, responding with complete obedience.
Qin Qingyue ruffled the top of her head with satisfaction:
“Since we’re family now, call me Main Wife from now on.”
“Be obedient. Start as a servant first.”
“Main Wife, I have one more request,” Tang Zhaoxue spoke again.
“What is it?”
“If there’s something I can’t do, can you not tell others?”
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