Chapter 39: Su Yingman as the Companion

Nine-Bend Gallery, white tinged with pink.

The Hehuan Sect Master’s innate talent was on full display at this moment.

There was no need for her to try—her kneeling posture, every subtle rise and fall of her breath, the casual twist of her waist—all seemed to contain a rhythm that could steal one’s soul.

Her expression was delicate and beautiful, every movement appearing to sway the heart and mind, making even Jiang Huai unable to help but steal a few more glances.

“No!”

An alarm blared in Jiang Huai’s mind, his reason screaming.

But his gaze, as if caught by an invisible magnet, was firmly fixed in place, unable to tear away no matter what.

He truly hadn’t planned to keep Su Yingman, nor did he intend to take her as a concubine.

Yet, for some reason, he just found what was before him particularly captivating, as if every sway and every glance was seducing his very soul, stirring up his most primal desires.

Even though he couldn’t see Su Yingman’s face, he still felt she was breathtakingly beautiful, every gesture drawing him in.

Gradually, Jiang Huai couldn’t look away, his grip tightening on the spear shaft.

Suddenly, a cool fingertip, with a faint scale-like texture, rested on Jiang Huai’s tense thigh.

At some point, Qin Qingyue had leaned in beside him, her red lips close to his ear, the scorching breath of a Dragon laced with playful amusement:

“Do you like what you see?”

At the same time, an undeniable intent entered Su Yingman’s mind:

“Add more fuel to the fire.”

The Hehuan Mainline Charm Technique at the Merging Stage—how could a mere Qi Refining Stage like Jiang Huai possibly resist?

Su Yingman’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly, a flash of humiliation passing quickly through her eyes.

With her mastery of charm, if she went all out, just a curl of her finger could make a Qi Refining Stage like Jiang Huai obediently undress and climb onto the bed.

But unfortunately, with Qin Qingyue at her side, she could only sensibly play the role of a side dish.

Su Yingman took a deep breath, and the swaying of her waist suddenly grew more pronounced, moving like a serpent in dance.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to keep her? Why can’t you take your eyes off her?” Qin Qingyue teased.

She loved seeing Jiang Huai like this—saying no with his mouth, but his body being utterly honest.

“I didn’t, I’m not…” Jiang Huai denied, yet his eyes still lingered on Su Yingman.

His body’s instinctive reaction betrayed his will.

“You did—just look at yourself.” Qin Qingyue said with a bright smile, her slender hand beginning to grow mischievous.

This pair of lovers were caught up in their affection, leaving Su Yingman, kneeling to perform her charm, to suffer in silence.

She was inwardly puzzled.

She had trained in charm arts for so many years and had never used them on any man, always waiting for a fated and suitable person.

She hadn’t expected that when she finally used her pinnacle charm, not only was her target’s constitution excellent and matched her initial standards, but she herself would end up as nothing more than a side dish—not even worthy to take the main stage.

“You just wait on the side.” Qin Qingyue gave this command, then pressed Jiang Huai down.

Su Yingman got up on her own and began to dance nearby, her movements enchanting, serving as entertainment.

The dignified Hehuan Sect Master, with peerless charm arts, could only play the part of a dancing girl here.

“Master Wu, I’ve calculated that Qin Qingyue is nearby.” Chi Hong transformed from the blazing Red Dragon into human form and spoke to Wu Zhaohua in front of her.

The waves crashed endlessly, several lonely islands dotted the sea, appearing especially desolate and solitary.

Wu Zhaohua had chased all the way here with two Dragons, confirming Qin Qingyue’s location.

“Is there any way to pinpoint the exact spot?” Wu Zhaohua tilted her head and asked.

Chi Hong shook her head, the mountains on her back swaying slightly:

“After all, Qin Qingyue is a Da Cheng with Celestial Immortal Form. I can only follow her to a general area without her noticing.”

The fact that she could do anything to Qin Qingyue while she was distracted and even narrow down the range was already no small feat.

Wu Zhaohua didn’t push further and turned to look at the other White Dragon.

The White Dragon slowly transformed into the form of a young girl, her pretty face cold, silver hair fluttering:

“I can set up an array in this area.”

“I’ll make sure she can’t escape again.”

Wu Zhaohua immediately felt relieved and smiled, “Good, then let’s set up the array here.”

Now, there was no need to worry about Qin Qingyue running off with Jiang Huai.

And with the three of them on this side, their combined strength was more than enough to defeat Qin Qingyue.

Thinking of the humiliation from that day, and that it was Jiang Huai’s belonging, Wu Zhaohua’s heart burned with anger.

In the past, she hadn’t liked Qin Qingyue, but she never intended to go to great lengths to fight her.

Now, she truly wanted to kill Qin Qingyue—to kill the one who stood in the way of her reunion with Jiang Huai.

Each day she didn’t see Jiang Huai, her longing only grew.

“How long will it take to complete the array?”

“Three days.” Bailu replied, her words as precious as gold.

To trap a Da Cheng Black Dragon, the formation naturally couldn’t be set up casually—this was within Wu Zhaohua’s expectations.

Jiang Huai stared blankly at the ceiling, like a fish completely drained of water, sprawled on the warm jade bed, too lazy to even move a finger.

He’d been set up—set up by a Da Cheng, and he, a useless Qi Refining Stage.

This was the sorrow of the weak—even his desires could be toyed with in someone else’s palm.

Qin Qingyue’s body was partly covered in scales, an obvious sign of her pleasure.

Whenever she was pleased and her emotions soared, a few Black Dragon scales would unconsciously appear on her body.

She lounged lazily against Jiang Huai, her pink tongue sliding over her red lips, her beautiful eyes glancing at Su Yingman, who stood waiting at the side.

Su Yingman’s expression was odd, her throat working slightly, but her emotions were unreadable.

Not everyone was as enthusiastic about this as Qin Qingyue.

Just now, she’d rewarded Su Yingman with half, but was disappointed not to receive the same recognition as before—the other party didn’t seem to like it much.

Although Su Yingman didn’t like it, she didn’t dislike it either.

It was just a bit of a pity that she hadn’t been allowed to participate just now.

She was quite greedy for Jiang Huai’s Innate Primordial Qi, hoping to improve her own constitution.

Jiang Huai’s Yin-Yang Body meant the Innate Primordial Qi he gave to others was a bit inferior to his own, but it was still much stronger than her Clear Spiritual Qi Refining.

If she could really help Jiang Huai reach Da Cheng, and then improve her constitution with him, wouldn’t Earth Immortal be a sure thing?

Her own peak would’ve been Human Immortal at best, and she’d likely have to try for Ghost Immortal or Imperfect Immortal—those less reputable immortal statuses—just to extend her life in the Immortal Realm.

She hadn’t expected to suddenly have a real shot at Earth Immortal—Su Yingman felt the future was bright.

Her throat no longer felt dry, her back no longer ached, and the way she looked at Jiang Huai was like gazing at a precious gem.

Qin Qingyue’s Dragon tail gently patted Jiang Huai as she lazily said:

“Soon, you’ll need to go practice sword cultivation.”

“Qi Refining isn’t just about sitting in meditation—you need to be pressured.”

She doted on Jiang Huai, but that didn’t mean she would spoil him. The necessary cultivation, Qin Qingyue would not let Jiang Huai slack off in the slightest.

Chi Hong was nowhere to be seen, Bailu was still setting up the array.

Only Wu Zhaohua was left with nothing to do, and unable to alarm the enemy, she simply found a place to stay.

She also had her own spatial treasure, though it wasn’t as grand as the Dragon Palace—just a small two-room house she could carry with her.

After all, her Honored Master was only at the Divine Transformation Stage, and the Wenxuan Sect was no great sect. Her own foundation was nowhere near as deep as Qin Qingyue’s.

Wu Zhaohua couldn’t afford to cause trouble, or else others would come looking for trouble with Wenxuan Sect.

Thus, her progress was never as she wished—it mostly depended on treasures she acquired in the Secret Realm.

Qin Qingyue’s path was much freer—she just snatched things from her enemies directly, and was utterly unrestrained in the Secret Realm.

She could eat her fill and not worry about anyone else, fighting and running as she pleased, bullying the weak and fearing the strong—after reaching Da Cheng, she dared to challenge anyone.

No one dared provoke such a Dragon of Misfortune; most simply swallowed their anger.

Even the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace had been taken by Qin Qingyue, and the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan was scattered to the winds.

At this moment, the bright moon hung high, its cold light spilling onto the large bed in the room.

Wu Zhaohua lay on the soft bed, dressed in thin gauze, breathing deeply, her slender fingers wandering.

Her full curves rose and fell with her breath, her long jade legs occasionally kicking out.

“Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai…”

“I miss you, I miss you so much. When will you come home?”

“I’ve always been waiting for you to come home, waiting for you—soon, we’ll go home together.”

“Plant flowers, plant flowers…”

A handkerchief was draped over her face, mottled and stained, yet it made Wu Zhaohua reveal a look of obsession.

She panted urgently, every breath greedily drawing in the scent on the handkerchief—faint for a long time, yet in her imagination only growing stronger and more unique to him.

Such regret, such regret! She should have taken him for herself back in the little courtyard.

Now, he had fallen into the hands of that thieving Dragon!