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"Husband!"

A mass of fiery red sword light, dazzling as a scorching sun, tore through the void in an instant, accompanied by an unmatched sharp yet utterly fanatical aura, landing right before Ye Xuan.

The newcomer was clad in blood-red robes, peerlessly beautiful, with an overbearing edge between her brows that looked down upon the entire world.

She was none other than the current supreme ruler of the Sword God Palace — Ye Jiuhuang!

She did not care at all about her usual dignified, icy demeanor as the Sword Emperor, and completely ignored Wu Lingxiao and Ying'er who were being held in Ye Xuan's arms.

Like a young girl who had laid eyes on the most precious treasure in the world, she dashed over directly, shoved the others aside, and hugged Ye Xuan's arm tightly.

"Husband! You made it! I knew you would definitely succeed!"

Ye Jiuhuang was so excited that her fair face flushed bright red. Those eyes, usually as sharp as a peerless divine sword, were now brimming with tender affection, roaming over Ye Xuan's figure obsessively.

She could feel the terrifying power within Ye Xuan's body, a power that even made her feel a flicker of unease, and her trembling voice quivered with emotion:

"The Tribulation Transcendence stage! Husband, your aura is even more profound and terrifying than those ancient monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years! You have no idea how terrifying that heavenly tribulation was just now? But I wasn't scared at all, because I knew my man was the most unbeatable being in this world!"

Ye Jiuhuang poured out her congratulations in a rapid stream, and the fanaticism in her eyes was even stronger than Wu Lingxiao's.

This was the man Ye Jiuhuang had chosen, the man she was willing to set aside all her pride to submit to!

Watching Ye Jiuhuang's nearly overexcited, uncharacteristic demeanor, the smile on Ye Xuan's lips widened gradually, finally bursting into a proud, unrestrained laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Xuan reached back with his arm, pulling Ye Jiuhuang's slender, soft waist firmly into his embrace, lowering his head to gaze straight into her eyes full of love.

His gaze was no longer the restrained, reserved look he usually wore, but erupted with the unyielding dominance of a peerless overlord.

"Jiuhuang!" Ye Xuan laughed wildly, his voice resounding like a great bell, making the surrounding air hum, "The matter of our grand wedding must be settled as soon as possible!"

At Ye Xuan's words, Ye Jiuhuang froze for a split second, before a stunning smile that made all blooming flowers pale in comparison unfurled across her exquisite face.

"Husband..." She bit her red lip gently, her eyes filled with thick, unresolvable tenderness.

Ye Xuan pinched her chin firmly, his thumb brushing over her soft, delicate skin, his tone carrying the arrogance and dominance of one who looks down on the entire world.

"Now that I have broken through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage, no one, no rule in this cultivation world can ever bind me again!"

He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against Ye Jiuhuang's face, and spoke each word deliberately.

"Now I have more than enough strength to stand by your side and face any challenge together!"

Hearing this domineering yet deeply moving confession that lifted her straight up to the clouds, Ye Jiuhuang felt her mind thunder, and all her reason was completely drowned out by overwhelming happiness.

Ye Jiuhuang had spent her whole life cultivating the sword, adhering to the path of letting go of mortal desires and severing worldly ties with her blade. But now, she had fallen completely, lost to this man's mix of domineering affection and gentle care.

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Ye Jiuhuang was so overjoyed that tears of excitement pooled in her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Xuan's neck, not caring who was watching, and called out emotionally, "Since my husband has spoken, we shall complete our marriage at once! I don't care about auspicious dates, or tedious formalities! I want to declare to the entire world that you, Ye Xuan, are my one and only husband, for all lifetimes to come!"

She turned her head, her sharp gaze sweeping toward the direction of the Sword God Palace's main hall, her voice instantly shifting into the majestic, authoritative tone of the Sword Emperor, echoing across the entire sect.

"Pass down my Sword Emperor decree! The entire Sword God Palace shall immediately begin preparations for the grand wedding! Send out invitations far and wide, to every sacred land, immortal dynasty, and cultivation sect across the realm to come witness the ceremony! Three months from now, this Emperor shall hold a dual cultivation grand ceremony with my husband!"

"Anyone who disobeys, or dares to speak ill of my husband behind my back — death without mercy!"

The domineering decree reverberated through the surrounding mountain ranges, and the entire Sword God Palace erupted in excitement.

Ye Xuan lowered his head slightly, glancing at the blushing, infatuated Ye Jiuhuang in his arms, then turned to look at Ying'er, who had been waiting quietly by his side, as docile as a kitten.

"Jiuhuang, go and take charge of the arrangements first. This heavenly tribulation has stirred the entire cultivation world, and the grand wedding ahead will not be a peaceful one."

Ye Xuan's voice was warm yet carried unassailable authority. "Those mad women will never stand by and let our dual cultivation ceremony go off without a hitch. There will be plenty of people trying to crash the wedding."

Ye Jiuhuang reluctantly pulled herself out of Ye Xuan's embrace, a sharp, murderous glint flashing in her phoenix-like eyes. "Husband, rest assured. Within the grounds of the Sword God Palace, I am the law. If anyone dares to come and disrupt things, I will make sure their souls are annihilated forever, never to be reborn."

"I will go make the arrangements right now, and ensure this wedding becomes the most grand, magnificent event that has ever stood through the ages."

With that, Ye Jiuhuang leaned in to press a light kiss on Ye Xuan's lips, then turned into a streak of blazing red light and vanished into the sky.

The moment Ye Jiuhuang left, the softness on Ye Xuan's face faded by three points, replaced by utter calm and a commanding air of total control.

He looked at Ying'er, and his long, strong hand brushed gently across her rosy cheek. "Ying'er, my realm has not yet stabilized, and the Six Paths Reincarnation Qi within my body needs to be harmonized. Come with me to the inner palace, and assist me in dual cultivation to solidify the foundations of my Tribulation Transcendence stage."

At the mention of "dual cultivation", Ying'er's already lovely face flushed bright red all the way to the tips of her ears, her eyes misty with shyness and pure joy.

She lowered her head, her voice soft as a mosquito's hum yet unwavering as she nodded. "Yes, husband. Ying'er... Ying'er will do her absolute best."

Just then, Ye Xuan's gaze shifted to Wu Lingxiao, who was kneeling to the side, her hair white as snow, looking like a withered, wilted flower.

There was not a trace of affection in his eyes, only a cruel, amused playfulness. "Lingxiao, you worked hard earlier. But since you are already my concubine, you must act with the proper decorum of a concubine."

Wu Lingxiao lifted her head sharply. Though her body was so weak she could barely stand, the moment Ye Xuan spoke to her, a flicker of hope reignited in her eyes like embers coming back to life. "Husband... as long as I can be of help to you, I..."

However, the next words out of Ye Xuan's mouth made her tremble all over.

"Ying'er has a special constitution, but even with dual cultivation, it would not be enough time to fully solidify the foundations of my Tribulation Transcendence stage using the flow of time outside."

Ye Xuan spoke indifferently, pointing at the ground. "You will come into the palace chambers with us. I will activate a secret art, and you — you will continue to cast your 'Years of Flowing Sand' technique inside the bedchamber to speed up the passage of time for us."

Wu Lingxiao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, freezing completely on the spot.

Her already deathly pale face turned nearly translucent, her lips trembling violently, her eyes wide with utter, horrified disbelief and humiliation.

"Husband... husband?"

Wu Lingxiao's voice came out sharp and broken, laced with a desperate, tearful cry. "You want me... to stand by while you and her... cultivate together... and help you speed up time?"

This was no longer mere exploitation. It was the last shred of dignity of the Empress of Great Xia, being trampled savagely underfoot until it crumbled into muck!

She was forced to witness, confined within a small space, the man she loved deeply indulging in carnal ecstasy with another woman, while she herself would have to burn her very life and origin to buy time for their pleasure and breakthrough in cultivation.

Ye Xuan let out a cold snort, his eyes turning icy to the core in an instant. "What? You refuse?"

"When you betrayed me and humiliated me back then, did you ever imagine a day like this would come?"

Ye Xuan looked down at her from a position of total dominance, his tone laced with undisguised disgust. "Since you kept swearing that you would be my most lowly plaything to atone for your sins, this is your chance to prove it. If you won't do it, then get out of the Sword God Palace. Across all the myriad worlds, there are countless women begging to become my concubine. I do not need you."

"No! Don't cast me away!"

Wu Lingxiao let out a heart-wrenching, anguished wail.

Compared to this ultimate humiliation, what she feared far more was being abandoned by Ye Xuan.

She had already lost everything—her throne, her kingdom, her dignity...

Now the only obsession she had left was to stay by this man's side, even if it meant being nothing more than the most repulsive tool.

She gritted her teeth so hard that her nails dug deep into the flesh of her palms, drawing bright blood. She closed her eyes, two streams of clear tears sliding down her haggard face streaked with strands of white hair, her tone thick with morbid submission.

"I will do it... Husband, I will do it... As long as you don't drive me away, I will do anything."

Only then did Ye Xuan withdraw his oppressive pressure in satisfaction, a triumphant, self-assured sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's a good girl. Let's go."

He did not spare Wu Lingxiao a single glance more, and swept the blushing, bashful Ying'er into his arms, striding toward the most hidden private chamber deep within the Sword God Palace.

Left behind, Wu Lingxiao moved like a soulless marionette, staggering along after them, leaving a long, humiliating trail of blood in her wake.