"What a fine way to set rules!" Murong Liyue sneered, her body surging with silver light. Her Saint Realm aura barely held up against Xia Zihan's, her hair whipping wildly in the clash of spiritual energy.
"If it weren't for your Tribulation Soul Lightning, how could Qin Luo have been so seriously injured? Now you want to establish your authority? How laughable!" Her fingertips traced through the void, her spiritual seals appearing and disappearing, attempting to resist the pressure that Xia Zihan was exerting on the two of them.
As a Saint Realm cultivator, Murong Liyue was relatively alright; she was able to barely maintain her figure under the pressure.
Yi Ting, on the other hand, was in a rather unpleasant situation. The Nine Cauldrons Flame-Nourishing Vine behind her was twisting wildly, and the nine-colored flames on the nine intertwined vines were flickering under the crushing pressure, sometimes surging and sometimes dimming, looking as if they could be completely extinguished at any moment by this terrifying aura.
Although the Nine Cauldrons Flame-Nourishing Vine possesses the strength of a Saint, as a soul-binding object, it appears far too insignificant and powerless in the face of Xia Zihan's overwhelming pressure as a third-grade Saint.
"If you were truly capable, you should have protected your master! What kind of skill is it to use your power to intimidate others?"
Yi Ting bit her lower lip and forced herself to stand up straight, her voice trembling but still sharp. Although her words were firm, cold sweat had already seeped from her forehead, and the spiritual energy within her body was churning like boiling water under Xia Zihan's pressure, almost out of control.
Hearing this, Xia Zihan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and anger welled up inside her. These vixens who stole my man now dared to act so arrogantly? She would repay him in detail after he woke up; how could she allow others to interfere? They even had the right to question her!
The primordial sea behind her suddenly boiled, and an even more terrifying force broke through Murong Liyue's spiritual seal, sweeping towards Yiting. The pressure of a third-grade saint was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking. Murong Liyue's silver light spiritual seal cracked inch by inch, and Yiting's flame-nurturing vines let out a mournful cry, with two of the flames within them being extinguished directly.
"An ant trying to shake a tree? How laughable and presumptuous! In this vast world, the strong have always been respected. Not to mention that my cultivation has now reached the third-grade saint level, just considering the bond we formed when we first met in the dungeon and went through life and death together, I am more qualified than you newcomers to stand by his side and establish these rules for him!"
"Remember, this is just a warning. If you dare to challenge my bottom line again, next time it won't be as simple as intimidation."
Murong Liyue bit her lower lip tightly. The silver light spirit seal was constantly collapsing under the pressure of the third rank, and she was powerless to repair it. Xia Zihan's words "those who arrive later" struck her heart like a heavy hammer. The scene of her deliberately keeping Qin Luo behind at Tianyue Pass flashed through her mind, leaving her speechless for a moment.
She had no choice but to focus all her spiritual energy on defense, gritting her teeth and silently resisting the oppressive force, pondering to herself:
"It's just a matter of attitude. Let her be arrogant. We'll see when Qin Luo wakes up."
In contrast, under the immense pressure, Yi Ting's delicate body trembled violently, and her voluptuous figure swayed precariously amidst the surging spiritual energy.
Xia Zihan's condescending tone was like a sharp blade piercing her heart, and the grudge from the slap she received when she left back then was now transformed into a raging fire under the pressure.
Looking at Qin Luo sleeping soundly in Xia Zihan's arms, she suddenly made up her mind and, without thinking too much, her eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Master, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep? Can you really bear to see Ting'er being bullied like this?"
The moment those words were spoken, silence fell over the surrounding area, even the whistling spiritual energy ceased abruptly. Xia Zihan's fingertips trembled, and she unconsciously crumpled Qin Luo's clothes in her arms, the overwhelming pressure rapidly dissipating. She stared at Qin Luo's pale profile, her already cold pupils now filled with panic:
"Qin Luo, you're awake? Are your injuries any better?"
At this moment, Qin Luo was already fully conscious, but he was inwardly cursing. He wished he could wake up sooner, but when he shielded Xia Zihan from the soul lightning tribulation, his spiritual power was almost completely depleted.
Secondly, upon sensing that Murong Liyue and the others had arrived, he immediately felt something was wrong and, in order to avoid being caught in the crossfire, he had no choice but to faint.
Who would have thought that Yi Ting, after three years of not seeing him, not only hadn't improved her cultivation much, but had also picked up Huang Lu's "bad habit" of deliberately doing this when he was pretending to be unconscious!
Under the intense gazes of the crowd, Qin Luo's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He coughed weakly twice, then spoke with difficulty in a hoarse voice:
"Cough cough..."
His gaze swept over the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, finally settling on Murong Liyue's reddening eyes. His heart softened, but when he caught sight of Yiting's cunning gaze, he silently sighed in his heart.
Now things are really messed up; no matter how hard I try, I can't keep things balanced.
Upon hearing Qin Luo's cough, Xia Zihan's breath hitched. Her jade-like hand gently covered his back, stroking it again and again. The purple spiritual energy overflowing from her fingertips seeped into his muscles, flowing warm ripples through his meridians.
"Don't talk, just rest." Her voice was extremely soft, and the ends of her hair brushed against Qin Luo's cheek, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance of sandalwood: "Just focus on getting better, you don't need to worry about anything else."
As she spoke, her fingertips paused slightly, and she lowered her eyes to conceal the sharpness that flashed in them, her tone becoming increasingly gentle:
"It's just that some new faces have suddenly appeared in the household, so there should be some rules. Besides, since ancient times, there should have been a set of rules for how wives and concubines should get along."
Her voice trembled slightly at the end, carrying three parts probing and seven parts certainty. She looked up at Qin Luo, her eyes shimmering, yet concealing an undeniable resolve:
"You just focus on recovering; I'll take care of these trivial matters."
Seeing Qin Luo awaken and the oppressive aura dissipate, Murong Liyue straightened her back, a silver light flickering at her fingertips, and a mocking smile curved her lips:
"Sister Xia, your official airs are even stronger than some sect elders. So we're all your puppets, setting rules without even asking the person in charge?"
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