“Why is that woman’s nose so sharp? We just left not long ago, didn’t we?” Qin Qingyue transformed into her human form, asking with a puzzled look.
This time, she didn’t stop flying as a Dragon, soaring all the way to a solitary island by the sea, then diving under the waves to summon the Dragon Palace.
Leading Jiang Huai and Su Yingman into the Dragon Palace, Qin Qingyue finally relaxed completely.
Jiang Huai was feeling conflicted, not knowing what to say, as he sat on the Jade Couch.
Wu Zhaohua, he had seen Wu Zhaohua again today.
Qin Qingyue noticed Jiang Huai’s odd expression and suddenly slapped the table, mumbling:
“She keeps hunting you down so stubbornly—maybe the Three Tribulations Return-to-Truth Record left some kind of aftereffect that needs you to deal with it.”
“Anyway, she’s always using you. You’re not allowed to think about her.”
“I’ll help you find someone for your cultivation issues.”
“But anyone can come—except Wu Zhaohua! She can’t even touch you!” she said angrily.
On one hand, Wu Zhaohua didn’t have that kind of physique, nor the opposing yin and yang; she didn’t possess either side. Wu Zhaohua simply lacked both.
On the other hand, who could stand their arch-enemy climbing into their own man’s bed?
As for Su Yingman? Qin Qingyue didn’t take her seriously from the bottom of her heart—considering her as a concubine was already doing her a favor.
For Jiang Huai’s cultivation, dual cultivation was just dual cultivation. At most, it meant leaving him with a helper and Guardian.
As the main wife, it would always be herself alone. Jiang Huai would always be her man; others were merely for cultivation, nothing more than Immortal Material.
To give Jiang Huai a better future, to help him achieve Heavenly Immortal, or even the Legendary Higher Realm, Qin Qingyue was willing to provide her husband with the best cultivation conditions and resources.
Even if these women all had different physiques, to Qin Qingyue they were just cultivation resources—she didn’t care in the slightest.
But Wu Zhaohua was different. She would compete with her, fighting for the same position. That was rivalry, not the status of a concubine or servant beneath her.
This was something Qin Qingyue could not accept.
“You tell me, why did you have to get involved with Wu Zhaohua?”
“If you weren’t involved with her, wouldn’t that be better?” Qin Qingyue pinched Jiang Huai’s cheek, grumbling.
“If not for Wu Zhaohua, I’d probably be dead by now.” Jiang Huai sighed, helpless.
At that time, he really couldn’t escape that forest—he almost starved to death there.
No matter how Wu Zhaohua had tricked him, at least she had saved his life.
Qin Qingyue’s eyes widened as she retorted, “And without you, she’d be dead already!”
“So your debt is already paid. You’re even now! The only thing left is how she tricked you!”
“What you should consider now is how you’re going to repay me!”
Back then, when he was sunk into the river, it was she who saved him.
If she hadn’t intervened, he would have become a plaything for a Beast.
Jiang Huai tilted his head and asked, “But as I remember, you were about to die in the Secret Realm, and I saved your life.”
“I also helped absorb your misfortune.”
Owing favors? What he hated most was owing favors.
A favor for a favor, that was his principle.
Qin Qingyue’s expression froze, as if realizing it was true—Jiang Huai had already paid it all back.
“Look at you, saying things like ‘you saved me, I saved you.'”
“Aren’t you already married to me?” She grinned, scooting over to Jiang Huai, her Dragon tail curling around him, lightly patting his thigh, her tone playfully coy.
This Black Dragon could change her expression in a flash—in private, she had none of the dignity of a Soul Formation Stage Dragon Lord.
Su Yingman stood quietly to the side, hardly daring to breathe, deeply hiding the resentment in her eyes as she lowered her head in silence.
Once in the Dragon Palace, Qin Qingyue had already taken back the Dragon scales from her.
Now Su Yingman wore her top intact, but her skirt was torn, jade-like legs exposed.
Back on the peak of Huanhuan Sect, she had been forced to display her assets to Jiang Huai; now, in the Dragon Palace, she was just a maid.
Jiang Huai patted Qin Qingyue’s hand, signaling her not to make trouble, and looked at Su Yingman with an apologetic face:
“Sorry, Sect Master Su.”
“Once things settle down, we’ll send you back to Huanhuan Sect, don’t worry.”
He wasn’t a Saintly Gentleman, but he was certainly no bandit.
She had been a well-respected sect master in Huanhuan Sect, at the Integration stage, dominating her region.
Just for speaking honestly, she had fallen to such a situation—where could you find justice in this world?
Though this world had no courts, no justice, no powerful institution to maintain order—only strength.
Still, Jiang Huai felt he shouldn’t deal with things this way.
Indulging in violence to achieve one’s goals was never a good method.
“This…” Su Yingman looked up, meeting Qin Qingyue’s red Dragon eyes.
That valiant, beautiful face stared at her with a mocking smile, frightening her so much she quickly lowered her head again, voice trembling:
“This concubine already belongs to Husband. I will follow Husband and never regret it in this life.”
“Huanhuan Sect has many people, many sisters—there’s no shortage of those who can take on the responsibility.”
Was she joking? Did her so-called husband have any say here? Clearly, the real authority was with Qin Qingyue.
If Qin Qingyue didn’t let her go, what did Jiang Huai’s words matter?
“Qin Qingyue, let her go.” Jiang Huai naturally noticed this and spoke to Qin Qingyue.
Qin Qingyue acted as if she hadn’t heard, busily taking things out from her storage ring:
“Here, this is a secret cultivation technique I snatched from Xingyue Sect last time. It should be enough for you to cultivate all the way to ascension. Normally, it’s never passed on.”
“And this, a top-grade Heavenly-tier Immortal Sword—enough for you to use all the way to the Immortal Realm. It’s worth more than everything in Huanhuan Sect combined.”
“And these, a few stalks of Immortal Material, leftovers from when I broke through to Soul Formation Stage. I’m afraid not even one of them could be afforded by Huanhuan Sect, right?”
“And this…”
She laid out each item before Su Yingman, crossing her legs, tapping her toes arrogantly, asking:
“In the future, when Jiang Huai breaks through, you’ll enjoy prosperity with him, improving your physique and talent.”
“Are you sure you still want to go back to Huanhuan Sect?”
This barrage of treasures left Su Yingman dizzy—she had never seen such wonderful things in her life.
Just this Immortal Sword—she could never use something so fine, even in death. It was worth more than her very life!
And these Immortal Materials—maybe they could help her become an Earth Immortal and ascend. With Jiang Huai’s help, maybe even Heavenly Immortal was within reach?
She swallowed, her gaze toward Jiang Huai shifting from resentful to somewhat fervent.
Was this really being forced to be a concubine? This was clearly a great opportunity, right?
Anyway, there was no way to escape now—she’d already suffered such humiliation, so getting some fortune out of it was only fair.
Otherwise, if she got nothing and her life was still in danger…
Weighing her options, Su Yingman decided to stay.
“Qin Qingyue…” Jiang Huai saw Su Yingman’s changing expression and muttered softly.
Wasn’t this a bit too real?
“You really don’t know what it’s like to be poor,” Qin Qingyue sighed, leaning on the Jade Couch.
In this world, who would give so many good things to a mere Integration-stage sect master?
Who would be good to another person for no reason?
“I didn’t check properly before—turn around so I can check again.” She lazily ordered Su Yingman.
“Okay.”
Su Yingman knelt down again and turned around—her clothes still unchanged.
“Husband, actually, I am of the Nine Curves…”
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