The members of the Mysterious Sect all wore expressions of surprise, erupting into a noisy uproar.
This Integration Stage cultivator, who had grievously injured two elders and shattered the Shan Huzhen with a mere wave of his hand, actually treated Jiang Huai with such reverence? Addressing him as “my lord”?
Which Integration Stage cultivator serves as someone’s concubine?
Wait, wasn’t Jiang Huai the sect leader’s man? Why does he have a concubine?
“Congratulations, husband, on reaching Qi Refining Eighth Layer,” Su Yingman said with a teasing smile.
Though the atmosphere felt strange, it was indeed an Integration Stage cultivator congratulating someone at Qi Refining.
“Enough. These are my fellow disciples. Do not harm them.”
“Are there any pills or medicines?” Jiang Huai reached out and asked.
Su Yingman bowed her head and responded obediently, her demeanor gentle as she handed over the pills—a stark contrast to her earlier domineering attitude.
Jiang Huai immediately distributed the healing pills to Qi Yuyong and Bai Lei, making sure they wouldn’t suffer further injury.
“No… no, it’s not allowed.”
Bai Lei leaned heavily on her sword, her figure swaying, but those fierce, spirited eyes blazed with unyielding fire as she fixed her gaze on Su Yingman.
“You’re not allowed to take him away!” Bai Lei’s voice trembled from her injuries.
“He is my senior sister Wu Zhaohua’s man, a member of the Mysterious Sect. If you want to take him, you’ll have to step over my corpse.”
No matter what their relationships were, no matter Jiang Huai’s talent.
One thing was certain: Jiang Huai was her senior sister’s man, and he belonged to the Mysterious Sect.
Her senior sister was currently away, so she would guard her sister’s man at home.
Knowing she was outmatched, she still fought to the death—foolishness born of passionate loyalty.
Even if victorious, it would only be a fleeting favor of fate.
But Bai Lei was that kind of person.
“Seeking death.” A cold glint flashed in Su Yingman’s eyes, killing intent reigniting.
Her delicate finger lifted slightly, a condensed wind blade ready to strike.
“Su Yingman!” Jiang Huai shouted, stepping forward to stand before Bai Lei.
Su Yingman’s raised fingertip froze.
She looked into Jiang Huai’s eyes—resolute and unwavering—and then at the woman behind him, staggering but stubbornly standing firm.
Finally, the spiritual light at her fingertip slowly retracted.
“My lord commands, I shall obey,” she bowed her head once more.
“Just hoping you can leave quickly.”
She secretly relayed the news of Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua’s ongoing battle.
Jiang Huai paused slightly, casting a deep, complicated glance at the injured yet defiant Bai Lei.
He handed two pills to Qi Yuyong without further words.
Qi Yuyong quietly watched Jiang Huai and softly said, “Young Master Jiang, no matter what you think, Senior Sister truly likes you. She likes you very much.”
“For you, Senior Sister would do anything—she loves you.”
“I know that without you, the Mysterious Sect wouldn’t have a senior sister with the Celestial Immortal Form. I know all of this.”
“I just want to say that Senior Sister really loves you.”
She wasn’t as resolute as Bai Lei. The strength gap between Divine Transformation and Integration was too vast; dying in battle was unnecessary.
The Mysterious Sect needed both of them; Senior Sister needed them both as well.
But Senior Sister’s love for Jiang Huai was sincere. She hoped he would stay for genuine reasons.
Jiang Huai placed the pills in her hand and whispered, “Heal well. I will return.”
“All this began because of me, so naturally it must end with me.”
“My leaving is to stop the fighting between Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua, nothing else.”
This conflict couldn’t continue. Wu Zhaohua was willing to pay any price to take him, and Qin Qingyue, in turn, sent Su Yingman to sneak attack.
As the person involved, he had to step up and end this.
“You saved Senior Sister’s life. You are the Mysterious Sect’s lifesaver,” Qi Yuyong replied.
“I hope you can live up to that.”
“Alright.”
After agreeing, Jiang Huai fell silent and turned to approach Su Yingman.
“Don’t leave, don’t leave! You are Senior Sister’s man…”
“You… you unfaithful—”
Qi Yuyong, having taken her medicine, covered Bai Lei’s mouth and slowly shook her head.
Those words accusing him of being unfaithful never escaped her lips.
Su Yingman respectfully stepped aside half a pace, allowing Jiang Huai to pass before trailing closely behind.
“My lord, back to the Dragon Palace.”
She raised her hand and a soft spiritual light wrapped around Jiang Huai. In an instant, their figures became a streak of light, ignoring the countless gazes below as they tore through the sky and vanished beyond the horizon.
High above the heavens, spiritual energy roiled like a boiling sea, and the space trembled under the immense strain of two Great Ascension Stage powerhouses clashing.
Each swing of Wu Zhaohua’s Immortal Sword unleashed a streak of sword light that tore the sky apart.
Qin Qingyue’s Dragon Spear twisted and surged; every thrust was like a dragon’s claw, stirring wind and clouds.
Zhuxin, bound nearby, watched in awe, nearly forgetting her own predicament.
The earth-shattering power, the laws of heaven and earth triggered with each move, left her dizzy and mesmerized.
This was the pinnacle of power she had pursued all her life but could never reach—the very thing she had given up.
A surge of uncontrollable envy and deeper regret churned within her heart.
She saw the summit’s view but knew she would never climb again.
For her daughter’s sake, she had sacrificed.
And soon, her Yin Yuan would be depleted.
As Wu Zhaohua’s sword slashed through Qin Qingyue’s dragon breath, the sword intent like a rainbow, aiming to seize the initiative.
Qin Qingyue did not meet it head-on but retreated slightly from the collision’s force, flicking her dragon tail lightly in the air to steady herself.
Her red lips parted softly, voice low:
“Wu Zhaohua, while you entangle with me here, do you know that Su Yingman has already ‘visited’ your Mysterious Sect?”
Wu Zhaohua’s heart jolted; indeed, she had not sensed Su Yingman’s presence aboard this Xianzhou.
Su Yingman possessed the Xuanyin Body—Qin Qingyue would never let her escape.
Still, Wu Zhaohua did not panic, responding sharply, “Then Su Yingman is just going to her death.”
She said no more and launched another sword light.
“Really? What if Qin Qinghong, that useless one, wasn’t in the Mysterious Sect?” Qin Qingyue taunted.
“What if she’s been lured away?”
The words struck Wu Zhaohua like thunder, hammering fiercely on her heart.
“What?!” Wu Zhaohua trembled violently as the sharp sword light in her hand faltered.
In an instant, countless terrifying thoughts flooded her mind.
Jiang Huai missing? Fellow disciples slaughtered? The sect’s foundation destroyed? Everything she had risked everything to protect crumbling?
“Despicable!” Wu Zhaohua’s voice twisted with rage and panic—a madness born of impending loss.
She could no longer focus on Qin Qingyue but only wanted to rush back to the Mysterious Sect.
However, Qin Qingyue had been waiting for this moment.
“Despicable? Are you saying that to me?” Qin Qingyue sneered.
Why would she care about such judgment? A cultivator who clawed their way up from the bottom—what lofty morals?
As Wu Zhaohua lost focus and attempted to retreat, Qin Qingyue’s long-held killing move exploded forth.
The Dragon Spear erupted with a dragon’s roar that pierced the cosmos, ruthlessly thrusting at the opening Wu Zhaohua’s distraction had created.
Sensing the deadly threat, Wu Zhaohua hastily regained composure and forced her sword intent to condense.
But with her mind in chaos, her power no longer flowed with the same flawless harmony.
Wu Zhaohua ceased defensive thoughts, abandoning self-preservation, resolved only to drive Qin Qingyue back with the most ferocious strength, filled with hatred.
Two violent, equally destructive forces neared a brutal, unrefined clash.
Zhuxin watched, entranced, as if foreseeing the outcome of these two Great Ascension powerhouses.
Most likely, Qin Qingyue would prevail.
“Stop! Stop! No more fighting!”
Jiang Huai tore through the clouds, his voice laden with endless urgency.
“No more fighting!”
Qin Qingyue’s Dragon Spear froze mid-thrust, wary of harming Jiang Huai.
Wu Zhaohua’s frenzied sword strikes also halted upon seeing Jiang Huai, as if an invisible hand had grasped and redirected them.
“Why have you come?” Wu Zhaohua asked in surprise.
“Who told you to get so close?! Su Yingman!” Qin Qingyue loudly scolded.
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