“Husband... husband?” Yao Yue’s heart trembled, and her expression changed completely.
Even though she already knew that Jiang Che had become an ordinary man, she still loved him. That was Mr. Jiang’s skill—he was a man with exceptionally versatile abilities. Although the girls had initially submitted to him because they admired his strength, in the end, they all developed genuine feelings for Jiang Che. The worth of being the master of the harem was only increasing.
“Husband, this is too dangerous. The Evil Emperor has wild ambitions, and her possessiveness toward you is extreme. If you face her alone, I’m afraid your fate would be—”
Yao Yue’s face was full of urgency. As a supreme demon emperor, she could naturally sense Ji Qingyi’s hostility toward her—it was beyond mere hostility. She even felt that Ji Qingyi wanted to kill her. Especially after Ji Qingyi had broken through to the Six-Calamity Evil Emperor level last year, Yao Yue felt that if Jiang Che wasn’t by her side, she would have already fallen victim to Ji Qingyi’s schemes.
After all, Ji Qingyi was a girl she had watched grow up. Yet, she had turned into a yandere. Even though Yao Yue treated her like her own daughter, Ji Qingyi still wanted to kill her.
“You don’t need to worry about my safety. I have plenty of ways to protect myself. Go find Mo Shangxie. With her protecting you, Ji Qingyi won’t be able to harm you.”
Jiang Che reached out and ruffled Yao Yue’s hair.
In the end, under Jiang Che’s persuasion, Yao Yue finally left the demon palace.
Watching Yao Yue’s retreating figure, Jiang Che let out a helpless sigh.
He was about to go into seclusion for ten thousand years. From his understanding of Ji Qingyi, she would soon discover that he had become a mortal. Ji Qingyi might not talk much, but she was extremely smart—though all her intelligence was used to scheme against her old Master.
Fortunately, he had prepared everything in advance. Long ago, he had adjusted the time flow between the Heaven Court and the Nine Heavens to a ratio of one thousand to one. That meant that if he went into seclusion for ten thousand years, only about ten years would pass in the Nine Heavens!
By the time he returned to the Nine Heavens, perhaps some of the girls might already have given birth.
...
Soon, Yao Yue arrived at the top of a celestial peak in the mortal world.
The place was shrouded in mist and clouds. Deeper into the peak, one could see a bamboo forest. All the bamboo was of the immortal-grade Evil-Breaking Celestial Bamboo. In the days of the Nine Heavens, a single stalk of this bamboo would have been extremely valuable, but here, there was an entire grove of at least several hundred stalks.
A woman in a white robe sat cross-legged on a green stone. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over the stone, and her face was calm as still water.
“Hmm?”
Mo Shangxie opened her eyes and glanced at Yao Yue, a trace of complexity flashing through her heart.
Demon Emperor Yao Yue. If she still didn’t understand the relationship between Yao Yue and her Master by now, she might as well go die.
“What brings you here? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of my junior sister and came to take shelter?”
Mo Shangxie saw through Yao Yue’s purpose at once.
But even facing Mo Shangxie, Yao Yue showed no fear. She took out the token Jiang Che had given her.
“Lord Demon Ancestor ordered me to come find you. He is in seclusion and will be for ten thousand years. He has no time to look after me, so he told me to seek you out!”
“Ha—”
Suddenly, Mo Shangxie let out a cold laugh. “What a wonderful Master. He stirs up romantic entanglements and then asks me to clean up his messes?”
Mo Shangxie slowly stood up. A terrifying imprint appeared before her, bearing the ancient character “Seal.”
The might of a supreme demon emperor burst forth.
Mo Shangxie had already reached the Six-Calamity level and had even gained the recognition of the Great Dao of Sealing—though she had not yet obtained the demonic origin from Jiang Che, her constitution was that of a Sealing Demon Body, so gaining such recognition was not surprising.
“You—”
Yao Yue was speechless. What kind of monstrous talents had her husband taken as disciples?
Ji Qingyi had become a supreme Evil Emperor in just a few hundred years, and even Mo Shangxie was this astonishing?
In just a few hundred years, an ordinary cultivator would likely only reach the Martial God realm at most. Yao Yue recalled that when she was around three hundred years old in soul age, her cultivation had barely reached the quasi-emperor level.
The gap was simply too vast.
Seeing Yao Yue fall silent, Mo Shangxie also quieted down. To her, Yao Yue was both a mentor and a friend—a senior.
“Forget it. Since that’s the case... you can stay here. My junior sister won’t be able to touch you.”
Mo Shangxie sighed and looked at Yao Yue. “Yao Yue, senior... what do you think of my Master?”
Yao Yue was startled, and she immediately understood—Mo Shangxie also knew about her relationship with Jiang Che.
“Lord Demon Ancestor... he is a very gentle man. I will love him forever. Of course, I also know that I am not worthy of him, so I don’t care how many women he has by his side.”
Yao Yue’s words plunged Mo Shangxie into a long silence.
Not caring how many women he has by his side?
Mo Shangxie asked herself: she had already performed the marital rites with her Master, and naturally, she felt a strong possessiveness toward him. It was hard for her to imagine sharing her Master with other women.
“In my opinion, both you and Yi Yi are too stubborn and obsessive. And you both greatly underestimate your husband’s methods.”
Yao Yue spoke calmly. Though she verbally worried about Jiang Che’s safety, deep down, she had immense confidence in his strength—it surely surpassed the supreme realm.
Mo Shangxie remained silent. “By the way, you said he’s in seclusion?”
“That’s right. He needs to seclude himself for ten thousand years.”
Mo Shangxie’s eyes widened slightly, then she shook her head.
She had probably guessed her Master’s current situation. “It seems... he really dotes on you quite a bit.”
“That is my honor.”
...
In a certain celestial hall, divine incense burned between the pavilions.
Jiang Che was leaning against the edge of a bed, holding a book in his hands.
It was The Plum in the Golden Vase, complete with illustrated versions.
He really was in seclusion—no joke.
He planned to stay here and avoid going out until Ji Qingyi found him.
But just then, the space around him twisted. A figure walked in silently, tearing through the void. Now an ordinary man, Jiang Che couldn’t even sense her arrival. He was still engrossed in his book.
As he read, a head popped out from behind him, carrying a faint, fragrant breeze.
“Master, I found you.”
A quiet, sultry voice startled Jiang Che so much that he dropped his book.
Ji Qingyi’s eyes narrowed instantly, as if she had sensed something.
“You—”
Jiang Che immediately put on the airs of a lofty Master.
Actually, he was faking it. He had sensed Ji Qingyi the moment she appeared. After all, even if she could move without a sound, he could already smell her body fragrance.
“Master, I heard you were in seclusion. Why didn’t you tell me? Yi Yi could stand guard for you.”
Ji Qingyi had even become more talkative; she had never spoken in such a tone before. But now... she had already sensed something unusual about Jiang Che.
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