Chapter 189 (Final Chapter)
Han Wei looked at him, her voice icy cold and filled with suppressed anger: "If you dare to leave the Haotian Sect, I will kill your parents and your entire clan!"
"You, you..." Lu Qingheng looked at her in disbelief, never expecting her to be so vicious.
"That's right, I am that vicious. My parents are at the Nascent Soul stage, and I am a Core Formation cultivator. You are just a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator at the Qi Refining stage. If you dare to disobey me, I can wipe out your entire clan with a flick of my finger. Don't look at me like that. Did you insist on coming to the Haotian Sect? Did you insist on coming here to get in my way?"
"I told you to leave long ago, but you didn't. You brought this on yourself." Han Wei became more and more self-righteous as she spoke.
Lu Qingheng looked at her with a deep-seated hatred. He had never hated anyone so much before, and he didn't understand why he had fallen in love with this kind of woman at first sight.
He didn't leave. Although he felt that Han Wei might be bluffing him, he didn't dare to gamble with the lives of his parents and the entire clan. In the end, he gave in to Han Wei and became her male concubine.
Soon the entire Haotian Sect knew that Lu Qingheng had become the young master's man.
Many female disciples were heartbroken, and many male disciples, especially those who had been jealous of Lu Qingheng before, spread many unpleasant rumors. Some people were also sour, saying that even if a beautiful woman like the young master wanted male concubines, she shouldn't choose someone with a pseudo-spiritual root. Was that so superficial?
The news that Han Wei was keeping a male concubine shocked countless people. Even her parents, upon learning of it after their seclusion, were stunned. They immediately summoned Han Wei for questioning and then sent for Lu Qingheng. After meeting Lu Qingheng, Han's parents understood why their daughter had taken a liking to this young man.
The pseudo-spiritual root is indeed of very poor quality, but keeping male concubines...
The couple specifically asked Han Wei to go out and talk to Lu Qingheng alone. After the conversation, they told Han Wei to treat him well and not to bully him.
Han Wei: "..."
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The moonlight outside was like frost. Han Wei had just finished bathing and was wearing a white bathrobe. She sat in front of the dressing mirror, turned her head to look at Lu Qingheng, who was reading a book not far away, and said irritably, "How long are you going to keep reading? Come here!"
Lu Qingheng put down his book and came over expressionlessly. Han Wei glanced at him and said unhappily, "Comb my hair."
Lu Qingheng picked up a comb and began to comb her hair. Watching him comb her hair with such a cold expression, Han Wei was reminded of the past. Before, Lu Qingheng would comb her hair so gently, always with a faint smile on his face. Now, Lu Qingheng never gave her a kind look.
Her long, jet-black hair was like the finest satin. Lu Qingheng grasped a handful of hair and slowly combed it. Actually, even without combing, Han Wei's hair was already quite smooth. A section of her sleeve slid down from Lu Qingheng's wrist, revealing the teeth marks on his wrist.
Ever since becoming Han Wei's lover, Lu Qingheng has always been covered in injuries.
Han Wei saw the teeth marks on his wrist; she had bitten him last night. Looking at the teeth marks on his fair wrist, she felt they were an eyesore and wondered if she had bitten too hard. She took his hand, brought it to her lips, and gently licked the wound; it healed instantly.
Lu Qingheng remained expressionless; he had grown accustomed to Han Wei's unpredictable moods.
Sometimes she was extremely rough with him, often beating him severely; other times, she seemed to have changed her personality, being exceptionally gentle with him, even apologetically tending to his wounds and showing a look of heartache.
Even during their intimate moments, she was just as capricious, sometimes roughly pressing down on him, sometimes as docile as a rabbit nestled in his arms, and even calling him "husband" when she was aroused. In short, she was a capricious tyrant.
"Are your other injuries still hurting?" Han Wei asked softly, looking at Lu Qingheng's face.
here we go again.
Lu Qingheng snorted coldly in his heart.
"It doesn't hurt," he said indifferently.
Han Wei grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bedside, where the two of them sat on the bed.
"Let me see your injury." Han Wei said, reaching for the man's clothes. The man was used to letting her do as she pleased, so he obediently let her take off his outer robe and then his inner garment.
He had a strong physique, fair skin, and clearly visible muscle definition. The red totem on his back was strikingly prominent, extending from his back to his arms. Han Wei had seen this totem countless times. Her gaze fell on the teeth marks on his chest and shoulders, and the bloodstains on his abdomen and back.
She was the one who caused it. Han Wei gently touched his wound, her lips like a warm petal falling on it. The wound healed quickly, without even leaving a scar.
Lu Qingheng's body trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became erratic.
He hated Han Wei in his heart, but deep down he was still madly infatuated with her; he resisted being her gigolo, but he couldn't deceive himself that he didn't hate her touch, and every time he was intimate with her, he eventually became immersed in desire and couldn't extricate himself.
He hated her, yet he loved her; she was like poison, as poisonous as a poppy.
Lu Qingheng's breathing became erratic, and so did Han Wei's.
Their breaths mingled, and they collapsed onto the bed together.
The days passed by, and they loved and hated each other for two hundred years.
Two hundred years is enough time for Lu Qingheng, who has extremely poor aptitude but exceptional comprehension, to form his Golden Core.
Two hundred years have passed, and the Cloud Star Realm has not changed much, nor has the Haotian Sect. The only difference is that Han Wei has taken over the sect, and her parents have gone to the Upper Realm to cultivate.
With her third uncle Han Yu watching over her, Han Wei didn't need to worry about her parents' safety, so she continued to love and hate Lu Qingheng here.
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Lantern Festival.
The Lantern Festival is a very important festival in the mortal world. On the night of this day, there are lanterns everywhere and people admiring them.
Han Wei dragged Lu Qingheng to the town of ordinary people to admire the lanterns.
Lu Qingheng, dressed in magnificent robes and crown, attracted countless gazes with his unparalleled beauty and aura. His appearance remained unchanged from his early twenties, almost identical to two hundred years ago. Only his gaze had softened considerably, and when he looked at Han Wei, it was more peaceful.
Han Wei, dressed in a purple palace gown, linked arm in arm with Lu Qingheng. Her stunning beauty was in no way inferior to Lu Qingheng's, drawing as many admiring glances as possible. Wherever they went, they drew countless gasps of admiration—what a perfect couple! Where did this celestial pair come from?
"Look how beautiful those carp lanterns are!" Han Wei said with a smile, looking at the carp lanterns in the distance.
She turned to look at Lu Qingheng beside her, and saw him nod slightly, his gaze gentle. In that instant, it felt as if she had returned to the past. She remembered the night she went to the Xuan Tian Secret Realm, and how he had accompanied her in this way. They had watched the lanterns in the streets. Finally, he stood by the river, watching her leave; that was their last meeting.
Even now, thinking about Han Wei still makes my heart ache.
She always thought how wonderful it would be if Lu Qingheng weren't the Jade Emperor, but if he really wasn't the Jade Emperor, then she would have lost him forever.
She suddenly didn't want to argue with men anymore. If he was willing to continue being Lu Qingheng, she would reluctantly try to reconcile with him.
She looked at the man beside her, took his hand, and intertwined their fingers. She said, "Shall we go to the river?"
Lu Qingheng nodded.
So they came to the riverbank.
Many river lanterns were placed along the riverbank. With a wave of Han Wei's hand, a boat appeared on the river. She and Lu Qingheng flew onto the boat, and the two stood at the bow, watching the river lanterns illuminate the water.
Looking at the lanterns floating on the river, and then at the man's handsome face, Han Wei suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. Lu Qingheng looked down at her; he had grown accustomed to her throwing tantrums and throwing herself into his arms at any time.
"Aheng, do you hate me?" Han Wei asked softly in his arms.
Lu Qingheng stroked her hair and said, "I don't dislike it."
"Really?" Han Wei looked up at him. "I treated you so badly, why don't you hate me?"
"I don't know, maybe I owed you something in my past life," Lu Qingheng said.
Han Wei buried her face in his chest and said, "Yes, you owed me so much in your past life, so you have to repay me by being my slave in this life, and you will repay me by being my slave in the next life and the life after that. You can never leave me for all eternity."
A hand rested on her waist, and a gentle male voice came from above her head, saying, "I understand."
"What do you know?" Han Wei asked.
"I will never leave you for all eternity, and I will be your servant forever," Lu Qingheng said.
Han Wei smiled, hugged him tightly, and said happily, "You promised you wouldn't go back on your word."
"Mm," he replied.
She looked into his golden eyes and said earnestly, "You must always be Lu Qingheng."
Lu Qingheng was somewhat puzzled, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning of these words, but he nodded and said, "Okay."
He cupped Han Wei's face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her.
The lights along the river illuminated the couple kissing on the bow of the boat, and the night breeze blew gently, scattering the lights like stars across the river.
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