76 Chapter 76

◎A Grand Show◎

It's easy for her to abandon her cultivation; she's found a very easy way.

However, this cultivation level cannot be voluntarily relinquished; it must be "forced into a corner."

Therefore, from the moment he stepped into the Qingzong Sect, he began to indulge in his acting passion.

Mingming leisurely went to the Peach Garden and ate a big peach, but as soon as he arrived at the Heavenly River Palace, he started to pretend to be melancholy.

She remained silent, kneeling quietly beside Jiang Qiye, her head bowed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Jiang Qiye felt his heart pounding for the first time. The person he had been waiting for for so long, after she left for three days, he had been guarding the palace every day, hoping that she would suddenly appear, but every day his hopes were dashed.

I've been feeling anxious and uneasy these past few days.

It appeared so silently next to me, I felt like I was suffocating.

"You're back? Why...why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Pei Xueyan, her eyes brimming with tears, said, "I wanted to come sooner, but I heard... I heard—"

Hearing something, she couldn't continue speaking, so she simply lunged forward and lay on his lap.

Jiang Qiye looked completely bewildered and quickly reached out to support her shoulder: "What did you hear?"

"Don't blame others for what I'm about to say... But I really want to know, are those words true or not?"

"you say."

She straightened up and said in a low voice, "I heard others say that you think I'm good at deceiving and seducing people, and that no one would like me. They also said that a woman like me would never be truly loved by anyone."

Jiang Qiye closed his eyes slightly. Of course, he hadn't said those words, but he had indeed said similar angry words in front of her.

Now that she's brought up the past again, should he deny it or admit it?

My body, which was once full of passion, is now half-cooled.

She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, her expression heartbroken: "Brother, is what you said true?"

He really didn't know how to answer: "I misunderstood you. Don't be angry, don't cry."

After he finished speaking, Pei Xueyan cried even louder, almost as if her heart was breaking.

"I'm a bad woman, I've done so many wrong things, you must look down on me, right? Brother Qiye, please don't break up with me, okay? I promise I'll change, can you... can you forgive and forget?"

Her body leaned softly against him, her fragrance and warmth intertwining, and Jiang Qiye could hardly bear such an intoxicating tenderness: "You don't need to change, you've never been a bad woman."

"Am I a witch? I... have I ever lied to you?"

For the first time, he lied, replying with unwavering certainty, "No."

Pei Xueyan immediately said, "You're lying to me! You're lying! How could I not be lying to you? All the cultivation I possess belongs to you, how could I not be lying to you?"

This matter is so convoluted that it seems impossible to explain it logically.

She cried her heart out, and no matter how gently he tried to coax her, he couldn't soothe her.

Jiang Qiye's heart was in turmoil.

I had assumed we were deeply in love after not seeing each other for so many days, but this is the scene that has unfolded.

Pei Xueyan cried, but her fingers quietly untied the ribbon of her clothes. Her hairpin was casually thrown on the ground, and her earrings rolled to the side. Under the cover of her tears, she turned over and sat on his lap.

After a while of seduction, he actually lowered his eyes and fell silent, looking guilty.

I'm impressed!

Pei Xueyan realized she had gone too far, immediately stopped crying, and whispered, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

I just saw him with that conflicted look on his face, and I absolutely loved it!

As soon as he finished speaking, the world spun around her, and he flipped her over. This time, he didn't look at her like he usually did.

Perhaps they simply couldn't bear to see her crying so delicately.

Pei Xueyan couldn't hold on any longer and shamelessly knelt on the floor.

He leaned closer, his movements carrying a deep and urgent restraint that had been suppressed for a long time—extremely profound and swift.

The chaotic sensation of his breath rising and falling, and the surging of his blood and qi, gave him a near-fainting feeling.

However, fainting like this is something that is really hard to talk about.

He acted as if they hadn't seen each other for ages, his movements filled with a frenzied madness that seemed to have spiraled out of control.

Pei Xueyan roused herself and murmured over and over again, "I want to look at you, I want to look at you..."

Only at the very end did she finally see his eyes clearly.

They kissed, pressed close together.

The kiss was filled with suppressed anxiety and loss of control, devoid of any gentleness or finesse, swirling around her breath, plundering her, refusing to let go of her inch.

Her hands haphazardly climbed onto his shoulders and back, her legs unconsciously hooked around his waist, and she was panting heavily.

The tears clinging to her eyelashes slowly disappeared; in this situation, who could still act?

Her cheeks were flushed, and for some reason, she was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding.

Is it true that absence makes the heart grow fonder?

He did not leave; the two of them pressed their foreheads together, their noses touching, and their lips occasionally brushing together.

She said jokingly, "Brother, let's put a soft mat on this floor from now on. My knees and back always get red."

"Don't call me brother anymore."

"What should I call you? I can't possibly call you Young Master Jiang, can I? You don't expect me to call you Sect Leader Jiang, do you? Dream on, hmph."

"Call me husband."

Pei Xueyan was slightly taken aback.

"Husband" and "Master" are the words Ah Bao used to call her farmer husband. Should she call him that now?

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, he suddenly exerted force.

"Huh?" Pei Xueyan slapped his back hard. "I didn't say I wouldn't yell, why are you yelling so hard?"

"..." Jiang Qiye hugged her and whispered, "Master will be out of seclusion soon. He can share some of the affairs of the Qing Sect. I want to find a good place for us to cultivate together in the future."

"What are some good places to go?"

"A place with spiritual energy that will help you ascend to immortality."

Pei Xueyan raised her hand and stroked his face: "You're so good to me. The more you do this, the more I feel sorry for you..."

Her eyes welled up with tears again, and Jiang Qiye covered her entire face with his hand and went wild.

It's so nice that as soon as she's immersed in tenderness, she turns back into that soft, cuddly little kitten with an adorable meow.

The next morning, the two woke up satisfied.

Pei Xueyan started thinking of another excuse to continue "pressuring him".

As the two sat cross-legged to practice their mental cultivation techniques, the two forces within Pei Xueyan's body clashed and surged, almost torturing her to the point of breaking apart. Yet, she gritted her teeth and endured it, even coaxing him gently.

"Husband, your cultivation is truly remarkable. I just practiced the Heart Sutra with you, and I feel so refreshed."

Hearing her say that, Jiang Qiye was very happy and full of joy: "Yes, we'll go to Jinghuating in a while and I'll take you to practice in mid-air. It will be even more effective."

Pei Xueyan wailed inwardly, "Oh well, forget it!"

She doesn't want to go!

To practice meditation while suspended in mid-air would be worse than death!

To make the act believable, she could only force a sweet smile.

She endured it.

In the following days, she pretended that her skills had greatly improved, and she suddenly had no excuse to cause him trouble.

It seems we have no choice but to take a hard line.

That night, feeling she had gathered enough emotion, she sat on the edge of the bed, watched him return, and silently wept with her head down.

When Jiang Qiye returned from his bath, he saw that her eyes were red again and said softly, "Don't cry, or I'll really die."

This finally sounded somewhat emotional.

Pei Xueyan raised her eyes, her face full of seriousness: "Actually, the disciples of the Qing Sect don't truly like me, and neither does your master. Even if your master comes out of seclusion and meets me in the future, he definitely won't accept me, right?"

"wrong."

“What’s wrong? Husband, don’t lie to yourself. Why did your master leave? Why did he sever your love before he left? It was because he was worried that I would steal your cultivation again. Why did your master come out of seclusion early? It was because he knew we were married and he was worried about you.”

Jiang Qiye was bewildered by what she said. What kind of logic was that?

He immediately denied it: "Why do you think that? There's no such thing."

Pei Xueyan sighed, her voice wistful: "Don't think I don't know, I know very well. You are the most outstanding disciple of the Qingzong Sect, their most prized successor. Who would be willing to entrust you to someone who loves to lie? But my husband, I really want to be with you forever, to have everyone's approval, to have everyone like me, and to have everyone support us."

Jiang Qiye was deeply troubled by what she said. Even though he knew that Pei Xueyan was not such a self-conscious person, he still felt uncomfortable.

I don't know how to comfort you.

"My marriage to you is our business and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Seeing his heart flutter with joy, Pei Xueyan couldn't squeeze out any tears. She could only provoke him with words: "The root of everything is my cultivation level. It is the culprit."

Jiang Qiye immediately pulled her into a tight embrace: "What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing like that happened."

She smiled sadly, looked up at him, and said tenderly, "Husband, I'm thirsty. Could you please get me a glass of water?"

Jiang Qiye nodded and got up to walk towards the teacups in the hall.

They had only taken a few steps when a blinding light suddenly shone behind them.

He turned around abruptly and saw his wife sitting cross-legged, her body surging with spiritual energy. She was actually circulating her inner energy, abandoning her own cultivation!

Tears streamed down her face, her voice broken and fragmented: "Husband... if you destroy this cultivation, we'll have no more worries... that way, we can be together for all eternity, and no one will object anymore, right?"

The greatest danger of abandoning one's cultivation is interference from others; the slightest carelessness could lead to death.

Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Qiye felt as if his head was about to split open, and his mind went blank.

He seemed to recall the scene of how he personally extracted her elixir and abolished her cultivation back then.

The pain is unbearable!

Now, seeing her abandon her magic, her pain has increased dozens of times.

Jiang Qiye coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the violent tremor of his internal energy.

With the help of a special method, one can quickly abandon their cultivation level.

Pei Xueyan finished quickly, but perhaps due to physical weakness, having undergone numerous ordeals over the past six months, she immediately fainted.

Jiang Qiye stumbled to the bedside, overwhelmed by immense pain and regret, and fainted.

The Heavenly River Palace is rarely visited, and that dazzling spiritual light could not have been emitted by ordinary cultivators.

Lingchuan sensed something was wrong and quickly led his men to the scene.

Upon opening the door, one finds the couple collapsed on the floor, barely breathing.

"Sect Leader? Sect Leader!"

"Madam! Madam?"

Without daring to delay, they quickly stepped forward and carefully carried Jiang Qiye to the soft couch in the inner hall.

Master Zhen checked their pulses.

It seems like neither of them is in any danger.

They were all physically weak.

"Madam's pulse is steady, and her spiritual foundation is intact. She has just been overexerted and will recover after a few days of rest."

"The sect leader's qi and blood are in disarray, and his spiritual energy is running wild. He must have suffered a great shock, and his emotions are in turmoil. This should be caused by the backlash of his internal energy."

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Madam can rest now. The sect leader's power is extremely profound, with various cultivation levels mixed together. Who would dare to touch him casually?

After thinking about it, I decided to wait until I woke up to discuss it.