As night fell, Tu Xiaoxiao cautiously looked around and quietly exited Xia Changqing’s cave mansion.
“Senior Brother’s training requirements are really too strict. If this continues, I won’t be able to endure it,” Tu Xiaoxiao sighed.
Just as she flew away from Holy Son Peak and returned to Moonview Peak, about to freshen up, Murong Bing’s cold voice rang in her ears, “Xiaoxiao, come to Supreme Leader Peak. I have something to discuss with you.”
Murong Bing had been keeping watch outside Xia Changqing’s cave mansion for three days and three nights, and now she finally caught the shameless little mistress who was trying to steal her man. As someone who had been through it all, she could tell at a glance that Tu Xiaoxiao had just gone through a fierce battle — and the instigator was none other than her husband, Xia Changqing.
“Disciple Tu Xiaoxiao greets Master. May I ask what orders Master has?” Tu Xiaoxiao nervously adjusted her collar to cover the deep hickeys on her neck and chest, then knelt in the hall, her gaze flickering as she respectfully greeted Murong Bing, who sat on the throne, cold as frost.
“Where did you go?” Murong Bing questioned coldly. Her phoenix-like eyes carried a killing intent so intense that it seemed to freeze the entire hall.
“Disciple didn’t go anywhere, I have been cultivating in my cave mansion,” Tu Xiaoxiao answered stiffly, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Her spiritual power was completely sealed under the terrifying killing intent. Still, to avoid implicating Xia Changqing, she bit the bullet and lied.
“Audacious girl, you dare to lie to me? I’ll ask you again — where exactly did you go?” Murong Bing’s phoenix eyes were as sharp as blades, her voice filled with scorn.
She couldn’t believe Tu Xiaoxiao dared to sneak around with Xia Changqing right under her nose — this was a direct slap in her face.
“Master, please see clearly. Disciple truly didn’t go anywhere,” Tu Xiaoxiao said, her whole body trembling under Murong Bing’s pressure, blood slowly oozing from the corner of her mouth.
“I’ll ask you one more thing: who took your red pill? I warned you when I accepted you as a disciple: those who join my sect must dedicate themselves wholly to the Dao, must not indulge in worldly desires, and must not abandon their cultivation halfway. Your White Tiger Sacred Body has not yet reached completion. Do you understand how much this will affect your future path? If you confess now, I might spare you this once,” Murong Bing continued coldly. The source of this chapter is novelping . com.
Of course, what she truly cared about was not Tu Xiaoxiao’s cultivation path but getting her to confess her affair with Xia Changqing.
“Master, disciple has nothing to say. I am willing to bear any punishment alone,” Tu Xiaoxiao bit her lip and stubbornly said. Even if she died, she would never implicate Xia Changqing.
“Hmph, you think I don’t know if you don’t speak? Under my Haotian Mirror, no demon or monster can hide,” Murong Bing sneered, her phoenix eyes sharp and disdainful as she looked at the trembling girl.
She was dressed in a white phoenix fairy dress, her long, jet-black hair styled into an elegant immortal bun, pinned with a green jade hairpin. Her breathtakingly beautiful face carried the aloof scorn of a true empress looking down upon a shameless mistress.
“Wuwuwu, disciple is willing to bear everything alone. Please, Master, spare Senior Brother. It was my shamelessness that seduced him. It has nothing to do with him,” Tu Xiaoxiao sobbed pitifully.
In front of her, the Haotian Mirror displayed the scene of her transforming into a stream of light, sneaking into Holy Son Peak, and knocking on Xia Changqing’s door.
“Slap!” Murong Bing delivered a harsh slap to Tu Xiaoxiao’s face, her voice furious, “Confess the truth or suffer harsher punishment!”
“It was like this… that night, I used a formation-breaking talisman to open Senior Brother’s formation, and then…” Tu Xiaoxiao’s face turned crimson as she confessed the entire process of her night attack on Xia Changqing.
“Slap!” Murong Bing slammed the armrest of her throne angrily. “And you dare to lie! How could mere Soft Immortal Powder and Dragon Binding Rope possibly restrain Xia Changqing?”
No one in this world understood Xia Changqing’s capabilities better than Murong Bing.
“Master, I swear by the Heavenly Dao I did not lie! Wuwuwu, Senior Brother and I truly love each other. Please, Master, bless us,” Tu Xiaoxiao knelt on the floor, begging.
“Love each other? How long have you known him — a hundred years? Two hundred years? Do you even know what love is? Do you even understand Xia Changqing?” Murong Bing sneered contemptuously.
She had been married to Xia Changqing for thousands of years and still couldn’t truly understand him. What right did this shameless girl have to claim love?
Tu Xiaoxiao didn’t notice the deep jealousy hidden beneath Murong Bing’s icy demeanor.
“From today on, you are forbidden to step foot on Holy Son Peak ever again. If you disobey, I will cripple your cultivation and expel you from the sect,” Murong Bing said expressionlessly. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“As long as Master does not punish Senior Brother, disciple is willing to never step foot on Holy Son Peak again,” Tu Xiaoxiao said tearfully, full of grievance.
“Hmph, and you dare act aggrieved in front of me? I’m doing this for your own good,” Murong Bing said, her phoenix eyes flashing coldly. “Your Senior Brother is cunning and heartless. He loves to toy with women’s feelings and is not your good match. Later, I will personally select an outstanding Dao companion for you and marry you off from Azure Cloud Holy Land.”
“Wuwuwu, please Master, take back your decree. Disciple realizes her mistake. Xiaoxiao vows to abandon all worldly feelings and devote herself to the Grand Dao,” Tu Xiaoxiao cried, kowtowing repeatedly.
Even if she died, she would never allow herself to be touched by another man besides Xia Changqing.
“Good. You are teachable. I hope you keep your word. Otherwise, don’t blame me for marrying you off. As for today’s matter, only the heavens, you, and I know — no third person must ever learn of it. Especially not your Senior Brother, understand?” Murong Bing said coldly.
“Disciple understands,” Tu Xiaoxiao replied respectfully, her face pale as she left the Supreme Leader Hall.
Murong Bing, sitting high on her throne, thought of Xia Changqing secretly betraying her, enjoying intimacy with Tu Xiaoxiao, and felt increasingly wronged and bitter. Her noble phoenix eyes were soon covered with mist, and crystal-clear tears began to fall like broken pearls.
“Wuwuwu, Xia Changqing, you damned dog of a man. Why must you get involved with other women? You clearly said you loved me the most. Luckily, I followed you; otherwise, who knows how many shameless vixens you would have slept with. Xia Changqing, you bastard, I’ll hate you for a lifetime,” Murong Bing sobbed, burying her face on the table.
Her cries were heart-wrenchingly beautiful and pitiful.
“Disciple Xia Changqing seeks an audience with Master,” Xia Changqing’s figure appeared outside the Supreme Leader Hall.
“That shameless little wretch really dared to disregard my words. Is she sending Xia Changqing to confront me now?” Murong Bing’s long, curled lashes still held tears, and her expression turned as fierce as an angry lioness.