Teaching Her Divine Abilities

Inside the stone chamber.

A long while later!

After a high-pitched cry,

the stone chamber fell quiet once more.

After a long while,

a clear, melodious voice came from inside.

"Husband, are you going to break through soon?"

Murong Wanwan's stunning face wore a faint smile.

Seeing this,

Cheng Buzheng wrapped his arms around Murong Wanwan's graceful figure, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and asked softly:

"What's wrong?"

"Ah!" Murong Wanwan sighed, her expression helpless. "I have quite a few admirers in the Green Wood Sect!"

"Though I've always treated them coldly, Martial Brother Yuan Du is still as persistent as ever. It's been decades."

"On top of that, he has an exceptional spiritual root, profound cultivation, and outstanding combat strength. He has a very good chance of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm someday."

"So the ancestor is also inclined to favor him!"

Clearly, she felt quite helpless about this Martial Brother.

Though she always treated him coldly, he still came by from time to time to ask after her, which annoyed her immensely.

"Oh?"

Cheng Buzheng furrowed his sword-like brows and asked:

"How high is his cultivation?"

His voice was calm, yet it held a trace of icy intent.

Cheng Buzheng had never been particularly magnanimous. Now that Murong Wanwan was his Dao companion, he considered her his alone and would not let anyone else lay a finger on her.

And dropping by from time to time to ask after her was practically an attempt to steal his woman.

As the saying went, brothers were like limbs, and women were like clothes.

Whoever wore my clothes, I'd cut off his limbs.

He deeply agreed with this famous saying. Besides, he and Yuan Du weren't even brothers, so he'd feel not the slightest guilt about killing