Zhong Lingsui was once the Saintess of Heavenly Snow Mountain, and she possessed extremely high aptitude. The past grievances between Zhang Xiangfeng and Heavenly Snow Mountain had long since become history. Therefore, when they received the invitation, not only the younger generation like Ding Xuefu, but also the elder generation including the Mountain Master and the Supreme Elders of Heavenly Snow Mountain attended the ceremony in person.
The wedding was conducted in a low-key yet grand atmosphere.
"Yunxi, I donât mean to criticize you, but youâve followed Shi Xiaole for so many years without any formal status; you should take the initiative and fight for it,"
In the bright candlelight, there was a chorus of cheers.
Xia Yunxiâs face revealed a sincere smile. After several meetings, she had already become good friends with Zhong Lingsui, and she was genuinely happy for her friend, but there was a trace of moisture at the corners of her eyes.
Seeing this, the woman standing beside Xia Yunxi said resentfully,
"Sister Zhen Meng, you donât understand."
Xia Yunxi shook her head.
The woman named Zhen Meng had been acquainted with Xia Yunxi from her adventures in the Martial World. Zhen Meng had once saved her life, and because of their compatible temperaments, they had become close sisters who could talk about anything.
It was also because of Xia Yunxiâs face that Zhen Meng was allowed to enter Nine Heavens Mountain.
Zhen Mengâs eyes flickered slightly as she snorted, "Iâm not wrong. Yunxi, youâre too kind. Men are no good. As soon as youâve slept with them, they act like they can control you. You must resist!"
Xia Yunxiâs face turned red, and she stamped her foot. Thankfully, the surrounding noise was so loud that otherwise, she wouldnât have been able to show her face.
"Yunxi, how much longer are you going to wait? With Shi Xiaoleâs personality, heâll probably never think of it if you donât bring it up to him. Itâs better to confront him about it,"
Zhen Meng urged her on strongly.
"Sister Zhen Meng, please stop talking. Iâm not worthy of him. Iâm already very content to be with him like this,"
Xia Yunxi shook her head.
Zhen Meng felt inwardly frustrated, wanting to say more, but then saw Lei Jiaxin and Li Jiuding approaching.
These two were Xia Yunxiâs sworn sisters and Brother, who had now become husband and wife and lived on Nine Heavens Mountain all year round.
Especially Lei Jiaxin, thanks to her efficient methods and worldly abilities, had become the major steward of Divine Sword Villa, her status soaring immensely.
There was also Qi Wei, but as he harbored deep feelings for Xia Yunxi, he was unwilling to live under Shi Xiaoleâs wing and had left many years ago.
Lei Jiaxin took Xia Yunxiâs hand, comforting her with her eyes, and then looked at Zhen Meng, smiling sweetly.
Maybe it was intuition, but Lei Jiaxin always felt that Zhen Meng had ill intentions toward Xia Yunxi, getting close to her on purpose. But with no evidence, she could only keep her suspicions to herself.
The banquet lasted for a long time.
Xia Yunxi returned to her room, looking at the mandarin duck brocade quilt on her bed, feeling both shy and melancholic. Just as she was about to blow out the candle and sleep, she heard a knock at the door.
The door was pushed open, and a figure rushed in.
"Sister Zhen Meng, what are you..."
Xia Yunxi frowned inwardly.
Zhen Meng angrily said, "Yunxi, do you know what I just saw?"
Without waiting for Xia Yunxi to ask, she went on, "That Shi Xiaole is indeed no good. He was lured by that vixen Xi Xianglei into her room!"
"Sister Zhen Meng, please donât say that. Maybe Sister Xi had something urgent to discuss with him."
"Of course, itâs urgent to talk about love. That woman Xi Xianglei, I can tell sheâs no good!"
Seeing that Xia Yunxiâs expression had darkened, Zhen Meng took her hand and said, "Yunxi, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that, but Iâm really worried for you! Men canât resist the temptation of beauty."
"We both canât deny that Xi Xianglei is truly beautiful. At least, sheâs much more beautiful than either of us, and her figure and demeanor are exactly the type men want to conquer. Perhaps the Villa Master has no thoughts about it, but as the saying goes âa woman chasing a man, separated by merely a layer of gauze,â even a seamless egg fears a tap!"
"If something really happens between these two, wouldnât you be at a great disadvantage?"
Zhen Meng urged gently, and Xia Yunxi just listened, finally laughing after a while, "Isnât that very normal? With his qualifications, itâs impossible for him to belong only to me. At least, I once had him all to myself."
A strange color flashed in Zhen Mengâs eyes, and with a sneer, she said, "Do you really think so? Actually, to prove whether thereâs anything between those two, just go and see for yourself. If you wonât go, I will."
She turned to leave.
Xia Yunxi was stunned for a moment. Ultimately, she was a woman; telling herself not to care, but a corner of her heart drove her to follow Zhen Meng out the door.
...
In a small courtyard of Divine Sword Villa, the candles inside were brightly lit.
"Miss Xi, what exactly do you want by asking to see me?"
Shi Xiaole couldnât sit still, as Xi Xianglei was acting too strangely.
When she returned to the room, she went behind the plum blossom screen without any hesitation and began changing her clothes, casting an enchantingly tempting silhouette. The heart-stopping curves were almost on par with Qiu Yuchu.
When Xi Xianglei walked out from behind the screen, even with Shi Xiaoleâs restraint, he couldnât help but feel his blood boil and his body heat up.
Because the room was designed with heating, Xi Xianglei was wearing only a thin black gauze dress. The exposed neck, arms, and thighs were as smooth and white as cream, surpassing even frost and snow in their beauty.
As she moved, the perfectly slim waist and the full hips created a striking contrast, enough to make almost ninety-nine percent of men unable to take their eyes off.
Shi Xiaole was among the one percent, but his situation was even worse.
For the face that was breathtakingly beautiful yet cold as ice, was now wearing a slight smile. The glint in her eyes was more stunning than the flowers of spring or the moon of autumn, and even the air seemed to carry a pulsing, electrifying element.
"Canât I see you if thereâs nothing important?"
The sound of Xi Xiangleiâs voice was extremely pleasant, like pearls dropping onto a silver plate, intoxicating to listen to.
She sat opposite Shi Xiaole, gazing at him with eyes full of emotion. The fragrance burner on the table paled in comparison to the scent of the womanâs breath.
This was a moment when silence meant more than words.
Any normal man would know what to do; all it would take is a reach of his hand, and he could have the greatest beauty in the world in his arms, to love her as he pleased.
Yet Shi Xiaole did not move, but instead looked at her coldly, "Who are you really?"
A look of shock crossed Xi Xiangleiâs face.
How could this be? With her unmatched beauty and charm, coupled with the Witch God Palaceâs "Devoted Ape Heart Technique," no one in this world should be able to resist her.
"What are you talking about?"
Xi Xianglei smiled sweetly, like a blossom in full bloom.
"Back in Heavenly Desire Origin, I once came across a stone tablet engraved with your likeness. That was your doing, wasnât it? Youâre not Xi Xianglei." (Chapter 1050)
Shi Xiaole had his suspicions for a long time, and hearing about the dual cultivation of the Martial Emperor only deepened his speculations.
One had to admit, the woman before him hid her identity well. If his spiritual cultivation hadnât reached fifty percent, he would have never discerned the difference between her and the real Xi Xianglei.
Without hesitation, Shi Xiaole focused his spiritual power and sent two swords of the spirit shooting towards her.
Hiss!
A sound like tearing silk filled the air.
A black curtain formed by witchâs poison qi blocked the swords of the spirit.
Xi Xiangleiâs gaze turned icy, no longer carrying her previous seductive charm. As her thoughts moved, the black curtain transformed into black runes that stamped towards Shi Xiaole.
"Her spiritual cultivation is even above mine."
Shi Xiaole was somewhat taken aback.
In the current world, aside from the top figures and Che Renzhong, there was really no one whose spiritual cultivation exceeded his. This womanâs background needed to be thoroughly investigated.
Pushing his spiritual power to the limit, Shi Xiaole unleashed six "Extreme Divine Tribulations" without mercy. That was the utmost force he could muster at the moment.
"You really are heartless to beauty."
Layer upon layer of black curtain appeared from nowhere, whirling about and enveloping Xi Xianglei. Her complexion paled visibly, obviously depleting a massive amount of her spiritual power from the strike.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang.
Amid six crisp sounds, Xi Xianglei let out a muffled groan, staggered a few steps, and nearly fell to the ground, horrified to the core.
Her martial prowess might not be top-tier, but her spiritual path strength certainly ranked in the top twenty, second only to those formidable figures. Otherwise, she wouldnât have dared to condense the Supreme Witch Soul, yet she was defeated by Shi Xiaole tonight.
A large hand gripped Xi Xiangleiâs throat. Shi Xiaole wasnât relaxed either, his spiritual power nearly drained. Fortunately, he still had the Stone of Fate, about to draw on its spiritual power, when Xi Xianglei suddenly broke into a strange smile, "Youâve fallen into my trap."
A strange fragrance invaded Shi Xiaoleâs sea of spirit, causing dizziness and a sudden collapse to the ground.
This was a spiritual poison technique. Even the Poison Flower Great Witchâs supreme teachings paled in comparison.
"Mister Shi, you really are dangerous."
The Witch Queen sighed in relief, nudging Shi Xiaole with the back of her foot. Unsatisfied, she opted to sit on him, using him as a chair.
She was lucky to have been cautious, drawing early on the spiritual power left by the first Witch Queen. It was that which enabled her to counter and win. Otherwise, she would have fallen into Shi Xiaoleâs hands.
Shi Xiaole was right about the stone image in Heavenly Desire Originâit was indeed her doing. Too bad the Shi Xiaole of that time hadnât shown the potential he has now, so she only listed him as a candidate for observation.
If she had known, she wouldâve struck earlier.
"Donât do this, please donât..."
A voice inside her head cried out.
The Witch Queen sneered in disdain, "You appear noble and aloof, but in reality, youâre timid inside. Youâve already fallen for him, havenât you? We are of one mind and two bodies; you canât lie to me. Thatâs why you should be thanking me."
As if sensing something, the Witch Queenâs smile grew even more diabolical, "I despise you for acting this way. Letâs play a bigger game this time, make it harder for you to stay pristine."
A wisp of strange spiritual scent shot out, and with a gesture, two unconscious figures were laid out next to Shi Xiaole, revealing themselves to be Zhen Meng and Xia Yunxi.
With a flick of her hand, Zhen Mengâs face transformed, becoming exotically enchanting; this was her true visage!
Shhrrr!
Shi Xiaoleâs garments were torn to shreds. The Witch Queenâs face flushed, her body trembling. But the more the voice of resistance within her grew, the more excited she became.
If she could obtain Shi Xiaoleâs pure Yang essence, she would be able to advance further, successfully condensing the Supreme Witch Soul, then who in the world would be her match?
The night passed solemnly.
When Shi Xiaole awoke, he felt an unprecedented weakness, as if he had been drained completely. He looked up, his expression turning sour.
His body was covered in bloodstains, and on either side of him lay two delicate bodies. The one on the left was unmistakably Xia Yunxi.
The body on the right was even more perfect, just a glance was enough to stir oneâs passion. Her magnificent face, partially hidden by her hair, was slightly pale; her beautiful eyebrows slightly knit and her tears were half-dry, as if she had endured the greatest of injustices.
If not Xi Xianglei, then who?
"That woman, she must be from Miaojiang."
After covering both women with blankets and placing them in the bed, Shi Xiaole changed into clothes from his system space and stepped outside. He needed a moment of peace, to sort out his thoughts.
Meanwhile, a glamorous woman left Nine Heavens Mountain, her face still weak with a flush.
"Saintess, youâve finally come out!"
Soon after, a group of Devil Path experts appeared before her, among them were Zi Xiangbo and Bai Xueying.
The eyes of both women flickered. They were once the helms of Spring Wind Hell and, although Ren Mengzhen concealed her energy, her demeanor was unmistakable. Could it be that she...