Big... Big Wife

Spring Breeze Pavilion.

The tallest tower in Anyang City.

At this moment, inside the most luxurious private suite on the top floor, sandalwood smoke curled lazily into the air.

Su Ji was half-reclining on a soft couch, his head resting comfortably on the warm, soft lap of a young maiden.

The maiden was about sixteen years old. Her cheeks still held the blush of innocence. Blushing furiously, she used her slender, jade-like fingers to pick up a peeled purple grape and carefully brought it to Su Ji's lips.

Su Ji opened his mouth to take the grape, taking the opportunity to lightly suck on the tip of the maiden's finger.

The maiden pulled her hand back as if electrocuted, her face turning so red it looked ready to bleed. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Su Ji reveled in it, narrowing his eyes as he comfortably enjoyed this decadent, corrupt service.

It had to be said, the President of the Merchant Guild really knew how to handle things.

Su Ji had merely requested a high place to recuperate, and the man had cleared out the entire Spring Breeze Pavilion and sent over a dozen teenage maidens to wait on him hand and foot.

Even more absurd was that these were not the courtesans of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

They were the daughters of the city's prestigious merchants and gentry, sent over voluntarily by their families.

It was said that to fight for these few spots to serve the Immortal Master, the families had privately held several rounds of competition, testing everything from the arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting to their figures and appearance. The competition had been fierce.

After all, this was an Immortal Master.

This was the man who, in the people's hour of greatest need, had arrived on a flying sword, summoned a city full of sword qi, and slain the demons!

If their daughter gained a fated connection and the Immortal Master traveled down that path leading to... the mysterious Dao.

Well, as the saying goes: when one person achieves the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

Su Ji lazily opened his mouth again.

The maiden behind him hesitated for a moment, then, blushing, offered another grape.

So sweet.

Su Ji smacked his lips. He felt like he had forgotten something important.

What was it again?

Forget it, he couldn't remember.

Eating fruit was more important.

After lying there for a day and a night, Su Ji felt that the side effects of burning his Dao Foundation had finally subsided.

Although his Glazed Dao Platform was still cracked, the foundation remained and was recovering at a very slow pace.

The spiritual energy in his body had also recovered to about forty or fifty percent.

He stretched his waist and sat up from the maiden's lap.

"Alright, you may all withdraw."

The maidens looked disappointed, but they curtsied obediently and filed out one by one.

Under normal circumstances, these young women naturally wouldn't have agreed to such sordid arrangements.

Selling a daughter for glory would be boycotted anywhere else.

But the man in question was Su Ji, wasn't he?

He who turned the tide when the dam was breaking, he who saved Anyang from collapse!

Plus, Su Ji himself was handsome.

Which young maiden doesn't dream of love?

Perhaps years from now, they wouldn't meet anyone better.

Any man they met would be compared to Su Ji.

In the end, finding everyone else lacking, they would lose interest in romance entirely.

Perhaps he was just an unintentional breeze passing through the hall, yet he had triggered a torrential flood in the hearts of these maidens.

...

Su Ji loosened his muscles and joints, pushed open the window, and looked down at Anyang City, which had recovered some of its vitality. He decided to go out for a walk.

He wanted to see just how prestigious he was in Anyang City now.

The moment Su Ji walked down the stairs of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

The Merchant Guild President, who had been guarding the entrance, was the first to welcome him, his face piled high with a sycophantic smile. Behind him followed a crowd of 'citizen representatives.'

"Immortal Master, you're awake!"

"Immortal Master, is your injury better?"

Su Ji waved his hand, looking calm and breezy.

"No matter. Just a minor injury, not worth mentioning."

He stepped onto the long street.

Wherever he passed, the commoners scrambled to get out of the way, then spontaneously fell to their knees, shouting "Immortal Master" with fanatical expressions.

The scene was even more exaggerated than an emperor's tour in the mortal world.

Su Ji basked in this tsunami of adoration, yet kept a humble and gentle expression on his face, nodding to the crowd from time to time.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my duty."

"You're exaggerating."

"Stand up, everyone. Why are you all kneeling like that?"

Su Ji felt incredibly smug inside.

Just as he was floating on air, about to lose his bearings completely.

A voice, cold and laced with mockery, rang out without warning from the back of the crowd, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"The Immortal Master is certainly living a joyous life here in Anyang City!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the fanatical atmosphere of the scene.

Everyone froze.

Immediately followed by monstrous anger.

Who?

Who dared to speak to the benefactor of Anyang City in such a tone?

Did they have a death wish?

"Audacious!"

"Presumptuous!"

A series of shouts rose and fell. The commoners were filled with righteous indignation, turning their heads to glare furiously in the direction of the voice.

Su Ji also got caught up in the moment and subconsciously wanted to shout a reprimand along with them.

"Au..."

He had just opened his mouth when the voice got stuck in his throat.

Because he saw who had arrived.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

Su Jiu was standing there, pretty and lively. She wore a white dress and was barefoot. However, her beautiful face was currently covered in a layer of frost.

Su Jiu just looked at him quietly, her eyes cold.

Su Ji's brain buzzed, and he sobered up instantly.

He remembered.

He remembered everything.

He had forgotten his own Junior Sister.

Looking at Su Jiu's murderous gaze, Su Ji forcefully twisted the word "Audacious" that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Au... All-important Wife?"

At this moment.

Does this count as...

Having exhausted every strategy, still unable to break the deadlock, yet possessing a reason why one absolutely must win?