Chapter 3#

Husband is so amazing!#

Doubao struggled a couple of times, but failed, and grumbled, “Why are you in such a hurry to find that Qingye guy? It’s not like he’s your lover.”

Yan Jianxiao’s words caught in his throat at that. For a moment, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should tell Doubao about his relationship with Ying Qingye.

He didn’t know how Ying Qingye would define their relationship, but what surfaced first in his mind was the image of that youth’s hand reaching into the sedan chair.

The Ying Qingye described in the original novel was a modest gentleman, and the backbone of the Long Aotian group. As long as he explained to Ying Qingye that he hadn’t come voluntarily, surely Ying Qingye wouldn’t hold it against him.

Yan Jianxiao steeled himself and wrote to Doubao, “He’s my lover.”

Doubao seemed like a beast not to be trifled with, and Yan Jianxiao, afraid he couldn’t keep it in line, borrowed authority from others. He scribbled: He’s very powerful, so you have to listen to me.

After writing it, Yan Jianxiao felt a bit guilty, and his ears turned red. He hadn’t even been married into the family yet, and he was already using people. He didn’t know if Ying Qingye would hit him if he ever found out.

Doubao was dubious, but before it could speak, the situation outside suddenly changed—

A cocky young man in red robes strode into the Immortal Fruit Pavilion. At his waist hung a green jade sword, and a black band was tied across his forehead—a mark that only those at Golden Core stage or above possessed.

Yan Jianxiao hastily hugged the cat and hid behind a large, wide pillar. His figure was small, so he was easily concealed.

Although Doubao repeatedly assured him that the invisibility spell would prevent anyone from seeing them, Yan Jianxiao still had psychological trauma regarding cultivators at Golden Core stage and above.

After all, Qiao Weiyang, who used to bully him all the time, was also a Golden Core cultivator.

Doubao clearly realized this too, and obediently lay still in his arms. Who told him that when a tiger falls to the plains, it gets bullied by dogs!

Not long after the red-clad youth entered, a disciple scurried over, bowing and scraping. “Senior Brother Wang, do you have business here today?”

Wang Moqing lifted his chin slightly, looking down at him from a height. Suddenly, he raised his hand and viciously slapped him across the face. “What do you think you are? Dare to call me brother?!”

The one slapped was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. He didn’t dare show his anger, covering his swollen face, a strange glint flashing in his eyes, but a fawning smile on his lips. “Yes, yes… Young Master Wang is right.”

Even among inner disciples, there were ranks of superiority and inferiority, let alone the vast difference in cultivation between the two. Wang Moqing was used to being domineering and arrogant. Being a close relative of the sect master, with good talent and a high status, he especially looked down on those chosen from the lower cultivation world.

Wang Moqing glared at him resentfully. “Let me ask you, has the Immortal Fruit Pavilion lost any high-level spirit fruits recently?”

Doubao, who had just craned his neck, stuck his head out, gobbled down a seventh-level spirit fruit, and was planning to eat another: “…”

Yan Jianxiao immediately grabbed Doubao’s neck nervously, but it was too late. Doubao opened its mouth and let out a burp. Yan Jianxiao could only see green spiritual light glowing at the back of its throat.

…Gone. All gone.

Oh no!—Yan Jianxiao’s first instinct was to run, but before he could move, a furious roar suddenly came: “Who’s there?!”

A sword light suddenly shot toward Yan Jianxiao’s location, cleanly slicing through that pillar and revealing Yan Jianxiao’s figure.

The many cultivators in the Immortal Fruit Pavilion were also startled. When had this person arrived? They hadn’t even noticed!

Yan Jianxiao heard Doubao curse in his arms.

But Wang Moqing had already flashed over, raising his long sword, looking suspiciously at the female cultivator before him who kept her head lowered. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before?”

This green jade sword was no ordinary long sword; it was a superior-grade immortal artifact with its own oppressive aura. Yan Jianxiao remembered that the text which had flashed before his eyes that day had explained this.

A cold sweat broke out on Yan Jianxiao’s forehead, and his body couldn’t help but tremble under the threat of the long sword, clearly afraid.

“I told you to raise your head. Didn’t you hear me? Are you deaf?!” Wang Moqing impatiently strode over and used the hilt of his sword to lift Yan Jianxiao’s chin.

Yan Jianxiao was both shocked and frightened, biting his lip. His lashes, dark as crow feathers, were beaded with tears, and pearl-like tears slid down his cheeks. The green jade sword hilt made his face look even more beautiful and fragile, like a piece of fine, warm mutton-fat jade.

The Immortal Fruit Pavilion fell into sudden silence.

Wang Moqing was stunned for a moment. He squinted, looking at him, then suddenly smiled. “Are you a disciple of Dan Shu Peak? How come I’ve never seen you before…”

As if sensing something, his tone paused, and he frowned. “Five spiritual roots?”

Five spiritual roots were already very rare in Canglin Sect, after all, even the worst disciples recruited by their outer sect had to be at Foundation Establishment with at least three spiritual roots. Yet the young woman before him didn’t even have Qi Refining stage—she clearly had never cultivated any immortal arts before.

However, coincidentally, Wang Moqing had recently learned that a five spiritual root person would be coming to Canglin Sect. He scanned Yan Jianxiao without changing his expression, and smiled, “You’re the one who was married off to Ying Qingye as a substitute by Qiao Weiyang, aren’t you?”

Yan Jianxiao’s gaze towards him faltered. He hadn’t expected there to be someone within the sect who knew of his existence.

He had always been good at discerning malice from others, and quickly read the ill intent in Wang Moqing’s eyes. He frowned, glaring at him.

Wang Moqing sneered, “What are you glaring at? Do you dare to act like this in front of your master, Qiao Weiyang?”

“What?”

The disciples in the Immortal Fruit Pavilion also snapped back to reality, and countless gazes fell upon Yan Jianxiao.

The matter of Ying Qingye being divorced before marriage was known to almost everyone in the inner sect, but they had only heard about it, never seen Yan Jianxiao. Some even thought it was fake, but today, this young woman’s identity confirmed the rumor.

“So she’s that girl? Her clothes are too shabby, she looks like a beggar.”

“She doesn’t look very vicious though. Could it be a misunderstanding? What if she’s the victim here?”

“What victim? Since when can you expect any good people from the Qiao family? If there were good people in the Qiao family, would Qiao Weiyang have done something like this?”

“I think it’s rotten from the root over there! No one in the entire family is good!”

“And she’s a useless five spiritual root too, tsk tsk. I haven’t seen a five spiritual root in years…”

Yan Jianxiao was a little mute, but he wasn’t a little deaf. Hearing these voices, he couldn’t help but clench his hands. He opened his mouth slightly, feeling wronged, wanting to explain, but then remembered he couldn’t make a sound. Dejectedly, he raised his hand and knocked away Wang Moqing’s sword.

Clatter.

The green jade sword fell to the ground.

Wang Moqing had been smugly enjoying everyone’s belittlement of Ying Qingye, and hadn’t expected him to do such a thing. Caught off guard, he let him get away with it. He flew into a rage out of humiliation and immediately sent a sword strike over—

“You dare to throw my things? I think you’re asking for death!”

Doubao’s fur stood on end, and it pounced over in a hurry!

But the force of a Golden Core stage cultivator’s concentrated punch was not to be underestimated. Yan Jianxiao only felt a swift gust of wind rushing towards his face. He instinctively tried to dodge, but his body seemed rooted to the spot, the pounding of his heart filling his mind.

Yan Jianxiao was so nervous he couldn’t see anything clearly. His vision was a blur of white, and all sorts of messy thoughts popped into his head. The most vivid one was actually—

…I should have eaten a spirit fruit too.

I’ve never even tried a spirit fruit.

Realizing this, Yan Jianxiao couldn’t help but close his eyes. What was his brain thinking at a time like this, ahhhh!!!

—But the pain of being cut apart by a sword that he had anticipated never came.

Yan Jianxiao was stunned. He abruptly opened his eyes, only to see a figure standing tall and straight as a pine before him, blocking his way.

The youth’s cold voice landed heavily: “Wang Moqing, who are you saying is asking for death?”

Wang Moqing was also stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. He raised his hand to summon back the green jade sword, but the sword wouldn’t move at all.

“???” Wang Moqing’s face contorted. “Ying Qingye, what have you done?!”

Ying Qingye’s handsome face had his thin lips pressed into a straight line, but he ignored the deranged Wang Moqing. Instead, he turned around, looked down at Yan Jianxiao, and his tone softened slightly. “Are you alright? Little sister?”

Yan Jianxiao opened his mouth slightly, his gaze a little dazed.

Er… should he tell Ying Qingye that he’s actually a little brother and not a little sister?

“Little sister?” Wang Moqing sneered. “Ying Qingye, you’re really regressing, aren’t you? Not only has your cultivation not improved, but you’ve also married a good-for-nothing wife… Well, it fits. You two are pretty much trash now, a perfect match.”

Ying Qingye’s face quickly turned cold. He didn’t even look back, but on the green jade sword he was controlling, a few cracks appeared.

Crack. The sound was especially crisp.

Yan Jianxiao: “!”

Can a Golden Core stage seven beat a Golden Core stage nine?!

Long Aotian is so amazing!