“Who told me to let bad Senior Brother steal my whole heart! But Senior Brother must promise Xiaoxiao that in the future you will marry me. I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want to have children with you; I want a rightful position,” Tu Xiaoxiao said, her eyes filled with longing. She had long coveted the position of Xia Changqing’s principal wife; otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken the risk of sneaking in to seduce him at night. Xia Changqing didn’t have any other women around, so she was confident that her chances were almost certain. What she didn’t know was that the main wife’s seat had already been claimed.
“This brazen little wench actually dares to covet my rightful position. Xia Changqing, if you dare agree to Tu Xiaoxiao’s request, I’ll cripple you and chain you by my side to care for you for life,” Murong Bing thought coldly, her phoenix eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“Xiaoxiao, this request… I cannot agree to it,” Xia Changqing said as he gently stroked the smooth cheek of the stunning woman with his slender, jade-like fingers. His deep, intoxicating eyes were calm as he smiled faintly. With the gentlest words, he mercilessly shattered her dream.
“Why? Is it because I didn’t do well? Or has Senior Brother grown tired of me after these months?” Tu Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled with tears as she cried bitterly, her delicate body shaking as crystal tears streamed down her cheeks. She was terrified of being abandoned by the man she loved so deeply.
“How could I not want someone as sweet and lovely as you, Xiaoxiao?” Xia Changqing gently wiped away her tears and gazed into the sea of clouds above, his eyes filled with deep yearning as he continued, “There’s a woman buried deep in my heart. Her place is irreplaceable; only she can be my principal wife.”
“Who is this lucky woman? Why doesn’t Xiaoxiao know?” Tu Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her voice filled with sorrow and curiosity. She had never known there was another woman hidden so deeply in Xia Changqing’s heart.
“She’s probably no longer in the Mystic Sky World. Our chances of meeting again in this life are slim, but she will always be the woman I love most, the one I want to bully the most,” Xia Changqing sighed briefly before returning to his usual mischievous self.
“Pfft, Senior Brother, you’re such a pervert. Is your way of expressing love by bullying people?” Tu Xiaoxiao laughed through her tears, rolling her eyes. A woman who was no longer in the Mystic Sky World and likely already dead posed no threat to her. As long as she bore Xia Changqing’s child, his affections would gradually shift to her; time would change everything.
“I don’t know how others express love, but for me, Xia Changqing, the deeper the bullying, the deeper the love. Xiaoxiao, you should feel how deep my love for you is,” Xia Changqing said proudly without the slightest shame.
“Bad Senior Brother, give me that outfit. Next time you come to teach me swordsmanship, I’ll wear it and dance for you,” Tu Xiaoxiao said, her cheeks flushed pink as she cast a flirtatious glance at him, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum.
“Your favorite is still that sister who’s no longer in the Mystic Sky World. Hmph, Senior Brother, you’re a real pervert,” Tu Xiaoxiao muttered, taking the storage pouch Xia Changqing handed her. When she checked its contents with her divine sense, her cheeks instantly turned beet red like a boiling kettle, and she quickly fled back to her cave.
“This girl Xiaoxiao is still too shy. She needs more training,” Xia Changqing said smugly.
“Unfilial disciple, come to my peak,” Murong Bing’s emotionless voice echoed in Xia Changqing’s ears. Her feelings were extremely complicated right now. She wanted to strangle Xia Changqing, but deep down, she was also inexplicably happy, as if she had eaten honey.
“Heh heh, could it be that Master has come around and wants to pass me the Nine Heavens Emperor Scripture and let me bathe and cultivate in the Azure Cloud Immortal Pool?” Xia Changqing thought joyfully and immediately flew toward the Sect Master Peak on his demonic sword.
“Changqing greets Master and wishes you eternal youth and beauty,” Xia Changqing walked briskly into the main hall and bowed respectfully to Murong Bing, who was seated on the supreme throne.
“So you’re saying that I’m old and not as good as those tender young girls, and that I need your empty flattery to maintain my looks and youth?” Murong Bing’s phoenix eyes glinted with dangerous cold light as she asked coldly.
“Ahem, no, no, absolutely not. Master, you are the most beautiful, elegant, and noble woman in the entire Mystic Sky World—no one can compare, unless they are blind. Even the fairies of the Moon Palace pale in comparison to your beauty…” Xia Changqing, knowing that the strong always had the upper hand, flattered her endlessly like coaxing a child.
“Bah, save those glib, hypocritical words for your Tu Xiaoxiao. You can leave now,” Murong Bing sneered coldly.
“Damn it, this woman must be crazy. Wasting my breath and making me happy for nothing. What I do with Xiaoxiao is none of your business! A perverted old woman who hides behind the Haotian Mirror all day spying on others—if you’re really that desperate, just kneel and beg me. We are, after all, Master and disciple; I’d be generous,” Xia Changqing muttered under his breath. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping(.)com.
“Boom!” Murong Bing’s furious voice roared like a volcano exploding, her immense pressure smashing down on Xia Changqing, “Xia Changqing, what nonsense are you muttering now!”
“Master, I said nothing!” Xia Changqing’s pupils turned pure gold, releasing intertwined immortal and demonic auras that easily dissolved Murong Bing’s Saint King pressure. He looked puzzled.
“You didn’t say it aloud, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t think it. I’m sure you were calling me a perverted, foolish old woman in your heart. Also, did you steal my missing immortal dress?” Murong Bing interrogated coldly.
She hadn’t expected Xia Changqing to be so shameless as to want Tu Xiaoxiao to wear her immortal dress, dance, and practice swordsmanship for his amusement.
“No, absolutely not. I am completely loyal to Master. How could I do something so disgraceful? Maybe you just misplaced it,” Xia Changqing shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum, denying everything.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know that Murong Bing had also been reborn and could even eavesdrop on his inner thoughts using the Primordial Chaos Jade Pendant.
“Slap! How do you know how many clothes I have? Did you use your Saint Pupils to break through my palace’s array and sneak into my room? You perverted, unfilial disciple—you are beyond redemption!” Murong Bing slammed the armrest of her throne, grinding her teeth in anger.
“Master, I can swear to the Heavenly Dao of the Mystic Sky World that I have only the utmost respect for you and no ill intentions,” Xia Changqing declared righteously.
He had already asked the system—swearing to the Heavenly Dao or even the Supreme Dao was meaningless under the system’s shield; nothing would happen to him.
“You lying, glib dog! If only you had killed all those Children of Fortune back then, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t have had a chance to interfere, and you’d have slaughtered even the heavens. Now you dare to swear to the Dao without fear; you must have other trump cards that I don’t know about,” Murong Bing thought bitterly. Though she could eavesdrop on Xia Changqing’s thoughts through the Primordial Chaos Jade Pendant, she couldn’t hear his conversations with the system, nor could she sense its existence.