More Madwomen Are Coming

Ye Xuan looked down from above at Ye Qingcheng, who was trembling on the ground. Not a flicker of emotion stirred in his eyes—only endless mockery.

“When you trampled on my dignity without restraint and betrayed me without hesitation for the sake of that pitiful cultivation, you should have known this day would come.”

His voice was not loud, yet every word was like a blade, viciously cutting into Ye Qingcheng’s already shattered heart.

“No… That’s not how it was…”

Ye Qingcheng shook her head violently. Her bloodstained hands clawed desperately at the white jade tiles beneath her, her fingernails flipping back and breaking.

She raised her horribly battered face, tears and blood pouring down it as she cried out in despair:

“Husband! I love you! I truly love you!”

“Love?”

Ye Xuan seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world. The corner of his mouth curled into a look of utter disgust.

He found it unnecessary even to spare her another glance. With an icy expression, he spat out:

“Your love only disgusts me.”

With that, Ye Xuan did not linger for even a moment. He turned around, took Ying’er’s hand, and walked toward the depths of the corridor without looking back.

“Husband! Don’t go… Please, don’t go…”

Ye Qingcheng stretched out her hand in despair, trying to grasp the hem of his resolute robe, but could only collapse onto the cold jade floor.

Her shrill cries echoed through the empty corridor, yet they could no longer earn even a single backward glance from that man.

Leaving the broken Ye Qingcheng behind, Ye Xuan continued through the Sword God Palace with Ying’er.

Spiritual energy suffused the air around them. Immortal cranes cried out, while petals formed from pure spiritual power drifted down from the heavens.

With the wedding day fast approaching, the entire Sword God Palace had been decorated to resemble a celestial paradise. Everywhere radiated a grand and festive majesty that seemed capable of suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths.

Yet as Ye Xuan walked through all this splendor, his footsteps suddenly faltered. He let out a soft sigh.

“This wedding probably won’t be peaceful. A lot of crazy women are going to come rushing here.”

He stood with his hands behind his back. A chilling glint flashed through his dark eyes, and a cold smile tugged at his lips.

“But that’s fine, too. I can use this opportunity to settle all the old scores with them, one by one.”

Ying’er, walking beside him, blinked her lively eyes and looked up at him with curiosity.

“Husband, aside from the Flame Emperor Xiao Honglian, are there any crazy women even stronger than her?”

“Stronger than Xiao Honglian?”

Ye Xuan could not help but let out a cold laugh. His gaze pierced through the layers of cloud seas toward the distant horizon.

“There are far too many.”

“Most of them, however, are no longer in this world. They ascended to the Spirit Realm long ago.”

The Spirit Realm.

Upon hearing those words, reverence flickered in Ying’er’s eyes.

It was a higher plane above the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, a realm that only those at the very peak of the Mahayana stage—or true immortals—could enter.

Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze. As he continued forward, still holding Ying’er’s hand, he calmly made his decision:

“Let’s go back to the bedchamber. For the next few days, you’ll continue dual cultivation with me.”

A blazing ambition and fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

“I’m going to use the world’s fortune gathered by this wedding to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage in one stroke!”

“Only by truly entering the Tribulation Transcendence stage will I have the absolute strength to crush those crazy women when they come one after another!”

At the words “dual cultivation,” a seductive blush immediately spread across Ying’er’s peerlessly beautiful face.

She showed no resistance at all, merely nodding obediently and shyly.

“Mm. Ying’er will do whatever Husband says.”

Meanwhile, countless miles away, on the opposite side of the Central Continent—

the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty.

At the very top of the Heavenly Secrets Tower in the imperial palace, the air was thick with the scent of wine and despondency.

The Empress of Great Xia, Wu Lingxiao.

This peerless empress, who had once suppressed the eight wildernesses with her own strength, was now slumped gracelessly on the cold jade steps.

The collar of the dragon robe symbolizing supreme authority had been pulled open carelessly, and a trace of drunkenness lingered on her exquisite face.

In her left hand, she held a jug of strong liquor. In her right, she tightly clenched a golden invitation radiating astonishing sword intent.

It was the invitation to the wedding of Ye Xuan and Ye Jiuhuang.

“Gulp.”

Wu Lingxiao tipped her head back and took a long swig of the fiery liquor. The spicy liquid trickled from her chin down her neck.

Yet she could not feel the burn. She merely stared at the invitation in her hand and suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh that sounded even more painful than a sob.

“If I were Ye Xuan, I would make the same choice and choose the Sword Sovereign.”

She swayed as she rose to her feet and walked to the railing. Below her stretched the vast, prosperous Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, but her eyes were filled with bitterness.

“Her Sword God Palace is the holy land all sword cultivators in the world worship. In terms of foundations and killing power, it is far stronger than my chaotic Great Xia Immortal Dynasty.”

“Not to mention… Ye Jiuhuang is pure and unsullied. She has never betrayed him.”

Though she said this, Wu Lingxiao’s eyes uncontrollably reddened.

An indescribable agony tore through her, as though countless blades were twisting inside her heart.

She had once possessed that man’s purest and most passionate love.

But now, she knew clearly that she could never have Ye Xuan all to herself again.

She had lost the right to do so long ago.

Just then, the jade door of the Heavenly Secrets Tower was carefully pushed open.

A woman in a bright yellow python robe walked inside.

Her features bore some resemblance to Wu Lingxiao’s, but her bearing was filled with nervousness and awe.

She was Wu Lingxiao’s twelfth younger sister, and the only member of the Great Xia imperial family besides Wu Lingxiao who was qualified to enter the Heavenly Secrets Tower.

Wu Lingxiao did not turn around. She merely cast a cold glance at the empty space behind her, and her voice instantly regained the majesty and detached authority of an empress.

“You came at just the right time. Deliver my decree. From this day onward, you will serve as the acting emperor of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty. Once I leave the dynasty, you will govern all state affairs in my place.”

Upon hearing this, her twelfth sister seemed to be struck by lightning. She dropped to her knees with a thud.

Contrary to all expectations, she did not offer thanks. Instead, she cried out in panic:

“Your Majesty! You can’t! The Great Xia Immortal Dynasty cannot be without you!”

Wu Lingxiao turned around and shook her head coldly.

“This empire no longer has any meaning to me.”

Looking at her shocked younger sister, she spoke with a calmness that made it sound as though she were discussing someone else’s affairs.

“I will take most of the top-tier resources from the imperial treasury with me, then go to the Sword God Palace… to become Ye Xuan’s concubine.”

“What?”

Her twelfth sister abruptly raised her head, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror.

The dignified Empress of Great Xia!

A peerless powerhouse at the peak of the Mahayana stage!

She was actually going to abandon her throne, take an entire dynasty’s foundations with her, and become someone else’s concubine?