At the edge of the Five Provinces Realm lay absolute darkness and void so complete that even light was swallowed whole.
There were no stars, no matter—only eternal silence and spatial turbulence sharp enough to tear apart souls.
Deep within this forbidden zone, some entities beyond ordinary perception were gathering.
“It’s been too quiet for too long.”
“After years of recuperation and plotting, we can finally make our move against the Five Provinces Realm.” These thoughts intertwined, filled with greedy longing for the Five Provinces Realm.
A relatively calm female voice spread out: “The Immortal Realm remains as unbreakable as ever, with the presence of Heavenly Immortals making it truly difficult.”
“But the Five Provinces Realm has indeed let its guard down over the years. It’s time to strike.”
Clearly, even these terrifying beings harbored fear toward the higher-level Immortal Realm and dared not touch it lightly.
Their targets were always relatively weaker worlds, like the Five Provinces Realm or other surviving Small Worlds.
To accumulate strength and lull their enemies, they even deliberately spared some Small Worlds, hiding their claws in wait—only for this moment.
Yet a frustrated female thought complained bitterly:
“One of my fragmented souls was destroyed by a Black Dragon inside a Secret Realm.”
“I’ve been feasting quietly for so long, and that Qi Refining brat actually ruined my feast!”
“Damn it, if I catch him this time, he won’t get away!”
Thinking of Jiang Zhun’s face, the demonic thought was not only furious but also absurdly puzzled.
This little one actually has some guts? He dared cross the River of Misfortune.
And that protective Black Dragon, trusting her husband so blindly? Not even a hint of suspicion?
The calm female voice ignored the wild complaints and continued: “This time, there’s a major Secret Realm in the Five Provinces Realm, mainly for Foundation Establishment participants.”
“That’s where their young elites gather, their fortunes and Qi collide and interweave.”
“We have infiltrated this Secret Realm for a long time as well; we can test the waters with their younger generation.”
The various demonic thoughts reached a cold consensus: “Agreed.”
Deep within the Dragon Palace, the Warm Jade Lotus Platform floated.
Jiang Huai sat cross-legged atop it, his breath having reached the peak of Qi Refining Ninth Layer.
Within him, the Yin and Yang Primordial Source stirred restlessly, urgently needing immortal-grade materials and techniques to establish his Foundation.
Below the lotus platform bubbled the misty Spiritual Spring.
Qin Qingyue, transformed into a Little Black Dragon, quietly observed the scene, eyes filled with anticipation.
Let’s see how far my man can go in Foundation Establishment.
On the left side, the spring emitted gentle vapors.
Su Yingman immersed herself in the water, her jet-black hair cascading down, water droplets sliding over her smooth shoulders and neck.
Her eyes closed in meditation, strands of Profound Yin Origin faintly emanating, exuding a natural charm that was cold yet alluring.
Her expression was calm, as if what she was about to do was no more than a natural act.
On the right side, the spring water was boiling, steam rising thickly.
Zhuxin embraced herself in the water, her long hair floating, skin flushed from the heat.
A complicated emotion lingered in her heroic brows.
It had finally come to this.
The initial fierce resistance to serving Jiang Huai had quietly faded; fate seemed impossible to defy.
But did she really have to serve alongside that woman?
She, the Sect Master of the Blazing Sect, had fallen to the point of sharing a seat in service with a Hehuan Sect Female Cultivator?
Su Yingman slowly opened her eyes, her gaze warm as ever.
She elegantly scooped a handful of the clear spring water, letting droplets slip through her fingers, her voice soft as water:
“Zhuxin, what’s wrong? Judging by your expression, you don’t want to serve the husband anymore?”
Zhuxin’s phoenix eyes flashed coldly, voice tinged with fire:
“Don’t speak nonsense. I have no such intention. Besides, I’m older than you!”
A half-smile tugged at Su Yingman’s lips, her tone naturally matter-of-fact:
“In serving, precedence belongs to the one who comes first. Who cares about age?”
“If we count by rank, I’m the second wife and you’re the third. Calling you ‘little sister’ is only natural.”
It was clear: if one cultivation level required two companions, then Jiang Huai’s number of concubines would surely be substantial.
Su Yingman also wanted to leverage her earlier arrival to secure a better position.
Even among concubines, there were degrees of status.
“Hmph!” Zhuxin scoffed with undisguised contempt:
“Being a concubine and still only second wife? I’m older than you, so of course I won’t call you sister.”
Feigning surprise, Su Yingman blinked with a hint of playfulness:
“How strange. Sect Master Zhuxin despises being a concubine, yet willingly stays in that position?”
She shifted her tone, mockingly:
“I remember you and the Main Wife are about the same age. Want to ask her who’s the elder sister?”
“You! Su Yingman!” Zhuxin snapped, embarrassed and angry, the surrounding spring water steaming and sizzling as the temperature rapidly rose.
On the lotus platform, Jiang Zhun slowly opened his eyes, helplessly saying, “Don’t argue. I don’t consider you concubines. Stop it.”
Su Yingman immediately reined in her aura, lowering her eyelids and returning to her gentle demeanor.
“Of course, I understand Husband’s intentions.”
Her swift change of face was admirable—her teacher was none other than Qin Qingyue.
Facing Jiang Huai’s calm gaze, Zhuxin’s anger strangely calmed, transforming into a complex peace.
Enough. The matter had reached this point, and arguing was pointless.
Beside them, Qin Qingyue, in her Little Black Dragon form, tilted her head, a flash of puzzlement crossing her crimson vertical pupils.
If not concubines, then what? Equal wives? That won’t do!
Is there really anyone worthy to be Jiang Huai’s second wife? Who’s worthy?
Looks like I’ll have to teach Jiang Huai well in the future—make sure he understands how to “handle” these two properly.
At last, the two women, shrouded in misty water vapor and barefoot, stepped onto the warm jade lotus platform.
The atmosphere grew even more awkward than before.
Su Yingman glanced at Zhuxin, inwardly surprised.
Oh, so she’s still got spirit? Didn’t expect that.
On the lotus platform, Jiang Huai sat upright in the center.
Su Yingman and Zhuxin sat to his left and right, forming a triangle.
Soft cloud brocade quilts were spread out beneath them.
“Let’s begin,” Qin Qingyue’s voice sounded faintly.
Su Yingman wasted no hesitation, her body flowing like a boneless spiritual serpent, pressing close to Jiang Huai.
Her slender jade hand, cool to the touch, gently stroked his solid chest.
Her fingertips carried the Hehuan Sect’s secret rhythm, stirring the heart and mind.
Am I doing well?
She lifted her moist eyes, the charm in her gaze naturally seductive, silently conveying her plea for recognition and favor: Husband, look.
Though still a virgin, the Hehuan Sect’s cultivation method had already made her adept at the art of seduction.
Zhuxin’s delicate body instantly tensed, her fingers curling slightly.
She took a deep breath, as if making a firm resolution, then awkwardly stretched out a hand to rest on Jiang Huai’s other shoulder.
Her movements were clumsy, a stark contrast to Su Yingman’s smooth, alluring touch.
A virgin after a century of abstinence, even with past childbirth experience, she was still naïve and confused in this art, only able to awkwardly try to follow Su Yingman’s rhythm.
Jiang Huai’s mind settled, not wasting time.
He immediately activated his technique.
Within his dantian, the Yin and Yang Primordial Source ignited, creating a powerful suction.
The Profound Yin energy in Yingman’s body and the Vital Yang energy in Zhuxin’s began slowly converging into him.
Both women possessed exquisite figures.
Su Yingman’s hips were full and round, like a full moon; Zhuxin’s chest was proud and majestic, rising and falling like mountains.
Zhuxin gritted her silver teeth, ready to cast aside her shyness and straddle him to seize the initiative.
However, just as she moved to cross, she was stunned to see Su Yingman slowly lower her body.
Under Zhuxin’s incredulous gaze, Su Yingman…
“You… you…” Zhuxin pointed at Su Yingman, her cheeks flushing scarlet, shocked into stammering nonsense, as if witnessing something utterly unorthodox and incomprehensible.
Su Yingman lifted her eyelids, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes as if she didn’t understand why the other was so shocked.
Then her expression shifted to undisguised disdain and contempt.
Her red lips parted slightly, silently uttering a few words: “Hmph, not even a shred of common sense.”