Wen Jiao watched the young man carrying the stunningly beautiful enchantress away quickly, her expression shifting several times.
Finally, she sighed helplessly, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment and complexity:
"That rascal... he's always causing trouble wherever he goes."
Wen Jiao gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt, and quickly followed.
Under the secluded corridor in the backyard.
The Yao Yue, hanging upside down on her shoulder, had her pretty face completely drained of color from fright.
Feeling the unbridled ferocity emanating from Chu Yunfei, her heart turned ice-cold.
This bastard... he doesn't seem to be joking at all, he's actually going to do it for real?!
"You bastard, are you crazy? Let me go!"
Yao Yue twisted her supple waist desperately, trying to break free from those iron-like grips.
However, having lost all her demonic power, no matter how hard she tried, her struggles were no different from an ant trying to shake a tree in Chu Yunfei's eyes.
In desperation, Yao Yue saw the white-clad figure rushing towards her from behind and screamed for help as if she had seen a savior:
"Miss Wen, help! Make this bastard let me go!"
"I really am Princess Yao Yue of the Qingqiu Royal Clan of the Western Continent. Tell him not to act recklessly; your Pill Pavilion cannot afford the consequences if something goes wrong."
Chu Yunfei suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He sneered, turned straight into the artificial hillside pavilion, and casually pressed the person down onto the edge of the stone table.
"You dare to use Qingqiu to intimidate me?"
Chu Yunfei raised his hand, and a palm strike containing a faint trace of dark gold spiritual energy descended fiercely.
The dull palm strike instantly penetrated into his meridians.
"Ah!"
Yao Yue's delicate body trembled violently, and she cried out in pain.
"Behave yourself!"
Chu Yunfei's expression darkened slightly, and his palm strikes rained down repeatedly. "Just now in front of the gate, weren't you shouting that I should take care of you on the spot?"
"Why are you yelling for help now?"
Dozens of palm strikes rained down in succession.
"Let you be arrogant... let you provoke me... now I'm asking you, do you submit?"
A tingling, numb, and painful sensation shot up her spine and into her mind. Yao Yue's eyes turned red, and tears streamed down her face.
"Waaah... Stop! I won't do it again, I give up, I give up! Please stop!"
Upon entering the pavilion, Wen Jiao froze for a moment upon seeing this.
She instinctively covered her slightly parted red lips, somewhat dumbfounded.
this...
When did my husband develop this peculiar fetish?!
They were shouting about curing brain diseases in front of the gate, and this is the result?
But then, Wen Jiao's heart skipped a beat.
The woman's self-introduction in her haste was not a fabrication.
That naturally alluring and bewitching beauty, and those noble purple eyes as deep as the ocean, could not possibly be found in the Eastern Continent except for the legendary supreme bloodline of the Qingqiu Royal Clan.
She really was the famous Princess Qingqiu of the Western Continent, Yao Yue.
How could such a peerless Demon Race of the demon race, appearing so quietly in the Great Qian Imperial City, be so rare?
Moreover, why did she get entangled with Chu Yunfei to such an extent?
Seeing that Yao Yue had been beaten to the point of sobbing and begging for mercy, Wen Jiao finally came to her senses.
She strode into the pavilion, reached out and pressed Chu Yunfei's arm, and softly dissuaded him:
"Alright, my husband, please calm down."
"If this fight continues, we'll really provoke everyone else in the headquarters."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow and struck again.
Then, he casually grabbed Yao Yue by the back of her collar and tossed her to the ground.
"If it weren't for Jiao'er's sake, I would never have let you off the hook today, you vixen."
Yao Yue clutched her lower back tightly, gasping in pain.
She quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the corner of her sleeve, her large, watery purple eyes seeming to spit fire as she stared intently at Chu Yunfei.
A humiliating disgrace.
I have never been so humiliated in my life.
Wen Jiao glanced at Yao Yue, whose face was full of shame, indignation, and grievance, then turned to look at Chu Yunfei with a half-smile:
There's no one else here now.
"My husband, aren't you going to... give me a proper explanation?"
Chu Yunfei coughed lightly, ceasing his act. With a slight thought, he transmitted the entire story into Wen Jiao's consciousness.
After a few breaths.
The smile in Wen Jiao's eyes gradually turned into deep astonishment.
Although she was in Qingyang City, she had heard about that sensational auction.
To everyone's surprise, the person behind the stone tablet that even her father couldn't decipher was none other than the Qingqiu princess before her.
Yao Yue clearly couldn't break the seal on the stone tablet, so she used the Pill Pavilion as bait, attempting to retrieve the map of the ruins through cooperation or extortion.
He was extremely shrewd in his calculations.
Unfortunately, she messed with the wrong person, kicking a hornet's nest by her own husband.
However, what made Wen Jiao feel even stranger was Chu Yunfei's story about deceiving her into restoring her cultivation.
The temporary suspended animation state of a fully developed physique, which normally recovers on its own after two hours of rest?
Her own husband, on the other hand, concocted a whole set of nonsense about "repeatedly attacking weaknesses."
And this usually aloof and arrogant princess of Qingqiu actually believed it.
Last night, he even asked to be beaten!
Wen Jiao couldn't help but rub her forehead, and a hint of indescribable pity appeared in her eyes as she looked at Yao Yue.
Her husband, whose martial arts talent was unparalleled among his peers, was utterly absurd and despicable in his dealings with women, making people both laugh and cry.
However, one thing at a time.
This Yao Yue dared to use her charm on Chu Yunfei first. If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would have already become a cripple or a puppet.
Wen Jiao walked slowly to the stone table and elegantly poured herself a cup of cool tea.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at Yao Yue, her clear, cold voice slowly echoing in the pavilion:
" Princess Yao Yue, I now know the whole story."
"Ultimately, it was you who harbored ill intentions and struck first. Now you have only yourself to blame, and you have no one to blame but your husband."
"You've now come all the way to my Pill Pavilion; this is utterly unreasonable."
Wen Jiao put down her teacup, her tone now carrying a hint of authority:
"Besides, you are Demon Race. If you continue to pester me like this, it will only harm my husband's reputation if word gets out."
Upon hearing this, Yao Yue first glared fiercely at Chu Yunfei.
Immediately, she took a deep breath, met Wen Jiao's scrutinizing gaze, and sneered:
"Miss Wen, you are mistaken."
"It was indeed I, the princess, who struck first last night, but at that time I only intended to test and spar with him, and I had absolutely no intention of harming him. I also apologized to him in person afterward."
Yao Yue bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly red, but her voice was filled with grief and indignation:
"But what about this guy? He didn't know his own strength and caused me to lose all the cultivation I've painstakingly built up over the years!"
He personally promised to help me regain my strength, but he hasn't kept his promise yet!
Yao Yue straightened her back and retorted confidently:
"I am now just a weak woman with no power to even kill a chicken. I have no relatives or friends in this imperial city. If I don't follow the culprit, who else can I follow?"
"Moreover, if I were to encounter any misfortune in the Great Qian Imperial City because I have lost all my demonic power... my Qingqiu Royal Clan will never let this go."
"By then, he won't be able to stay out of it! By going with him, I'm not only protecting myself, but also saving him, am I?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiao's delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed tightly.
She had to admit that the vixen's words had indeed hit the nail on the head.
Ten thousand years ago, after a great war between humans and demons, the two sides divided the continent and maintained peace for tens of thousands of years.
Although the Demon Race has declined and only three royal families remain, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse.
Based solely on the intelligence gathered by the Pill Pavilion's undercover agents, the Qingqiu clan possesses thirty-six Divine Sea Realm, and even has a Qingqiu who has stepped into the Dao Mysterious Realm!
If this Qingqiu princess truly perished in the Great Qian Imperial City, and the source points to Chu Yunfei...
That overwhelming rage was something that their Pill Pavilion alone could not withstand.
Wen Jiao felt a headache coming on.
This nemesis of mine is truly a master at causing trouble.
Helpless, she turned her head, intending to discuss countermeasures with Chu Yunfei, but found that the young man beside her was facing into the distance, his gaze unfocused, and his expression revealing an unusual heaviness.
He seemed... to be completely ignoring their argument.
Wen Jiao was slightly startled and couldn't help but reach out and gently tug at his sleeve:
"Husband, what are you thinking about?"
Chu Yunfei's gaze suddenly sharpened, snapping him back to reality from his reverie.
He glanced at Wen Jiao, whose face was full of doubt, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"It's nothing."
" Jiao'er, you are in charge of looking after this vixen for now. I have some unusual energy within me and need to return to my room immediately to meditate and sort it out."
Seeing the unprecedented seriousness in his eyes, Wen Jiao knew that he must have encountered a major change concerning himself. She immediately suppressed all distracting thoughts and nodded solemnly.
"Alright, my husband, go quickly. I'll take care of this."
Chu Yunfei didn't linger any longer. With a swift movement, he disappeared into the winding paths and corridors of the backyard.
Watching his departing figure, Yao Yue's anger momentarily faltered.
That guy... why did his aura just now have an inexplicable chill?