“You…”
Wu Zhaohua was utterly stunned. For the first time, she doubted her own ears. Was this really something Jiang Huai would say?
She instinctively glanced around, her gaze sweeping past the familiar plants and trees of the courtyard, trying to find any evidence that she was still lost in last night’s dream, yet to awaken.
But the clear, brisk wind atop Ling Mountain brushed past her temples, bringing a distinct chill against her skin.
This cold and tangible sensation ruthlessly declared one fact:
This wasn’t a dream.
Jiang Huai had truly acknowledged the “engagement” with Qin Qingyue!
A surge of violent impulse instantly swept through Wu Zhaohua’s mind—she wanted to use the supreme might of the Great Ascension Stage to forcibly erase all memories between Jiang Huai and Qin Qingyue.
To make him belong to her, and her alone, as her Dao Companion!
Yet that thought existed only for a split second before Wu Zhaohua’s willpower mercilessly crushed it.
If she did so, it would be admitting defeat to that wretched Dragon! It would be a disgrace and an insult to Jiang Huai!
Her pride as Wu Zhaohua would never allow it!
“Wait, wait!”
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Huai’s voice, laced with panic, snapped her out of her swirling thoughts.
He abruptly stepped back, eyes wide with disbelief, staring at her hand on the white jade belt at her waist:
“Why are you untying your belt?!”
Jiang Huai was flustered. What sort of decent person would start taking off their pants just because someone said they were going back to the Dragon Palace?
Right here? Wasn’t this the courtyard?
Wu Zhaohua seemed to only now realize what she was doing.
She was dazed for a moment, but her fingers didn’t stop. Instead, she resolutely undid the belt that symbolized the Da Zongzhu’s authority.
“To take off my skirt.”
The white jade belt was casually tossed onto the stone table.
With her slender hand, she lightly lifted the hem of her moon-white skirt.
First came slender, fair calves, with smooth, graceful lines.
Then, delicate, beautiful knees.
Higher still—plump, toned thighs with skin as fine as top-grade mutton-fat jade…
They glistened with a luminous sheen, carrying a breathtaking allure.
Jiang Huai sheathed his sword, turned his head, and waved a hand:
“I’m not asking what you’re doing next after untying your belt.”
“I’m asking, why are you doing this?”
In the Ling Mountain Courtyard of the Sect Master, apart from Qi Yuyong and Bai Lei, no one could set foot here without Wu Zhaohua sensing it.
Thus, even if Wu Zhaohua were to walk around unclothed in this courtyard, it would be fine.
“Because I’m going to do you. Right here.” She stared at Jiang Huai calmly, eyes burning with unconcealed defiance.
“I know Qin Qingyue took you, your Yuanyang is gone, I know!”
“But I never thought, Jiang Huai! That you’d be such a conservative, so obsessed with chastity?!”
Otherwise, why would he agree to that Dragon just because of one night together?
Wu Zhaohua never expected Jiang Huai to be such an old-fashioned man, to actually acknowledge this engagement?
Jiang Huai was astonished, incredulously pointing at himself:
“Obsessed with chastity, seriously, me?”
With his physique, even if he wanted to stay chaste, it would be nearly impossible, right?
Qi Refining was him and Qin Qingyue combining Yin and Yang to form the innate One Qi.
But for Foundation Establishment, he needed Su Yingman, another Pure Yang Body, to assist—so for Foundation Establishment alone, there were already four women.
And as for a man’s chastity?
If things kept going like this, by Golden Core Stage there’d be six, Nascent Soul Stage eight, Divine Transformation Stage ten, then Integration, then Great Ascension.
In the end, Jiang Huai would become a true philanderer, passed around by a crowd of women, not a single finger of his left unused.
As the self-proclaimed principal wife, Wu Zhaohua might really have to subdue Jiang Huai first, for real.
“Yes, you.”
Wu Zhaohua’s movements didn’t stop at all. She carefully folded her long skirt on the table.
Her moon-white undershirt, embroidered with intricate patterns, now tightly wrapped around those proud, full curves, gently rising and falling with her breath.
As for her back, Jiang Huai standing before her couldn’t see.
Wu Zhaohua bent forward slightly, her perky hips drawing a stunning arc.
With a delicate motion, she slipped off her embroidered slippers, which landed silently.
She floated in the air, step by step approaching Jiang Huai, looking down at him.
“During my time traveling in the mortal realm, I’ve heard about you men.”
“Whoever gives the most pleasure, whoever is the most skillful, the most gentle, or the most dominant in bed—your hearts will belong to her.”
“In other words, whoever conquers you wins, right?”
She used to scoff at such talk, but now she finally understood.
When dealing with men, one must be ruthless…
Wu Zhaohua had closed in. She braced one hand on the wall beside Jiang Huai’s ear, completely trapping him within her aura.
“No, no, that’s not what this is about.”
Under the Great Ascension pressure, Jiang Huai was pressed against the wall, her curves almost in his face, her fragrance overwhelming his senses.
This was a scent different from Qin Qingyue’s, more elegant.
At this moment, Jiang Huai had no interest in savoring Wu Zhaohua’s fragrance. He just wanted to escape being forced by a Great Ascension Stage sword immortal.
He wasn’t the kind of man who got aroused just seeing a beautiful woman. When it came to Wu Zhaohua, his feelings were complicated.
Maybe because Qin Qingyue had interfered, he couldn’t figure out his own heart.
“I don’t think we should do this. What do you think?”
“Even if you’re a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, you shouldn’t be able to control me…”
Before he finished, Wu Zhaohua lifted her delicate hand, the one not braced against the wall, and a pure white glow gathered at her fingertip.
Jiang Huai’s Spirit Sword Pattern suddenly flared with searing heat.
To his horror, he found he couldn’t move his body at all.
He was hard—Jiang Huai’s fists clenched tight! He wanted desperately to push Wu Zhaohua away.
“You don’t get a say in this anymore.” Wu Zhaohua spoke with a half-smile.
The Spirit Sword Pattern’s location was perfect—this place belonged to her now, hers alone.
“Wu Zhaohua, if I married you, what kind of husband would you expect me to be?” Jiang Huai forcefully suppressed his turbulent emotions, suddenly looking her straight in the eyes and asking.
Wu Zhaohua froze as expected, her hand relaxing a bit.
She furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, then answered seriously:
“First, let’s be clear—I am not your concubine, and I won’t call you ‘husband.’ I am your wife; you should be called my ‘darling.’”
“Second, you must always stay by my side, for us to be together for life.”
“You must remain chaste for me. You belong to me alone.”
From now on, no other woman would ever touch her man.
Jiang Huai slowly shook his head, his voice tinged with helplessness:
“That’s impossible now.”
Chastity? How could he possibly have any chastity left?
Wu Zhaohua’s voice suddenly became urgent, a hint of wounded panic leaking out:
“I know it’s impossible now, but that was an accident.”
“I won’t let Qin Qingyue touch you again. From now on, you can be faithful to me!”
Looking at her stubborn resolve, Jiang Huai quietly let out a single sentence, like a stone thrown into a deep pond:
“But I have a Yin-Yang Body. It’s impossible for me to stay chaste.”
He thought, the Yin-Yang Body was like a philanderer’s physique in this world; only by dual cultivating with special women could he achieve better cultivation.
The wind seemed to freeze at that moment.
Time in the courtyard ground to a halt.
Jiang Huai saw the confusion in Wu Zhaohua’s eyes.
Sure enough, with Wu Zhaohua’s proud, possessive nature, how could she accept that he had a physique akin to a “furnace”?
Jiang Huai was about to continue speaking—her curves really were too close to his face, about to touch him.
However, Wu Zhaohua spoke first, her voice filled with unprecedented embarrassment and almost childlike confusion:
“What is a Yin-Yang Body?”
Having come from a small sect with shallow roots, she truly had no knowledge of secrets regarding top-tier Dao physiques.
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