You Are the Thirty-Second Wife

Snow Empress wasn't talking nonsense.

At a time like this, the sisters at home definitely had no strength left to fight. If she went to cultivate with Su Chen, she would have to fight alone—wouldn't that exhaust her to death?

Bai Chenxiang's face was flushed crimson. Before she could even think of what to say, Snow Empress had dragged her away.

Over here.

Huo Wu was limp all over, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling and muttered, "It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream. I'm so happy."

"I miss my Auntie Ling Yuan. Such joyful cultivation, yet she didn't bring me along sooner... She definitely doesn't love me..."

Meng Yiran said intermittently:

"W-What a loser."

"Hurry up! Didn't you say you were so brave before? Hurry and come save me!"

"No. No more."

Huo Wu surrendered. "I definitely won't brag again! Today's cultivation is already over. If we cultivate the Martial Soul Fusion Skill again, we might overload and die!"

Meng Yiran was dumbfounded.

"Then what... what am I supposed to do?"

"Jiang Zhu, hurry and treat me. I need your healing."

"Huh?"

Jiang Zhu, who was also limp beside them, was equally bewildered. "I heard Lingling and the others say healing doesn't work!"

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

The cultivation continued, and the three sisters were in despair.

Fortunately.

Snow Empress arrived in time with Bai Chenxiang.

Meng Yiran instantly felt relieved. "Great! Sister Snow Empress is here. We're saved."

"And Xiangxiang!"

Snow Empress declared righteously, "Let that girl go."

"Come at me instead."

Oh, no.

It should have been, come at me.

Then—

Snow Empress was still Snow Empress, but when it came to cultivating Martial Soul Fusion Skills, she was a complete rookie. She wasn't nearly as skilled as Ice Empress,