In the courtyard, mist rose from the spiritual spring.
The Twin Concentric Lotus emitted a faint, pure fragrance, and the leaves of the Yin-Yang Luan-Phoenix Immortal Grass gently intertwined in the breeze.
Zhang Mingyuan lay carelessly on a dark wood armchair, his eyes half-closed as he hummed an out-of-tune rendition of 《Love's Flight Diary》.
He was in an exceptionally good mood.
His nemesis of five thousand years was now his wedded wife, and he could even make her wash his feet.
He wouldn't trade this life even for the position of an Immortal Emperor!
Su Jinxue stood to the side, holding a white jade basin in her hands.
The basin was filled with spiritual spring water, its temperature kept comfortably warm by her immortal energy.
She took a deep breath as she looked at the smug-faced man lying on the chair.
She had pursued the Dao for many years, but she had never once imagined that one day, she would wash a man's feet.
Especially this guy whom she had called a “bastard” for five thousand years...
Su Jinxue walked over to the armchair and placed the jade basin by Zhang Mingyuan's feet.
She lifted the hem of her red robe and slowly squatted down.
Her pale, snow-white wrists slipped out of her sleeves.
Zhang Mingyuan opened one eye, catching a glimpse of the voluptuous, snow-white curves at his wife's collar, and swallowed hard.
He instinctively averted his gaze, but then it hit him—this was his wife, of course he should look!
He was going to look at Little Xuexue's “little snows”!
Hehehe...
Su Jinxue caught Zhang Mingyuan's lecherous look and instinctively pulled her collar tighter.
But since she was leaning forward, the collar slipped right back down as soon as she pulled it up...
Whatever, let him look...
Anyway, last night... this bastard had already seen everything.
At the thought, a rosy blush couldn't help but creep onto her cheeks.
Looking at his blushing wife, Zhang Mingyuan thought she was just too adorable.
He planted a loud kiss on her cheek before putting his feet into the water basin.
“Sigh... comfortable.”
Zhang Mingyuan let out a long breath, wiggling his toes in the water and splashing a few droplets.
Su Jinxue hesitated slightly, but she still extended her hands, pressing down on his insteps to begin massaging them.
At first, Zhang Mingyuan was incredibly comfortable, but then—
Su Jinxue's movements were awkward and stiff, and both the pressure and the positioning were completely off!
“A bit to the left.”
Su Jinxue moved her hands to the left.
“Yes, right there. A bit more pressure.”
Zhang Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with a hint of disdain.
“Little Xuexue, your technique is lacking. Haven't you eaten?”
“A grand Red Dust Immortal, and this is all the strength you have?”
“Where's that ruthlessness you usually have when you try to hack me with your sword?”
“Where's the strength you used back in Fallen Immortal Valley when you sliced down three mountain peaks with a single swing?”
A vein throbbed on Su Jinxue's temple.
She increased the pressure.
“Ouch! Are you trying to crush my bones?!”
Zhang Mingyuan almost jumped out of his chair. He pulled his legs back slightly.
“Lighter, lighter! Move up and massage my calves.”
“Yes, follow the meridians.”
“Your technique is too rough, not professional at all.”
“Let me tell you, massage is all about balancing hardness and softness. You're so stiff, you feel like a block of ice.”
Su Jinxue stopped.
The spiritual spring water in the basin froze instantly, cold air billowing out.
Even Zhang Mingyuan's ankles were frozen solid in the ice.
She stood up and made a grasping motion with her right hand.
Clang—
The clear chime of a sword resonated through the courtyard.
Xiyue appeared out of thin air, its blade pointing straight at Zhang Mingyuan's throat.
“Say one more word?” Dangerous light gleamed in Su Jinxue's red pupils, her voice cold as frost.
Looking at the blade right before his eyes, Zhang Mingyuan swallowed hard.
Oops, I almost forgot that Little Xuexue doesn't have a very good temper!
He instinctively wanted to beg for mercy, but—
Wait, I'm a Red Dust Immortal now too. Why the hell should I be afraid of her?!
Besides... he wasn't panicked at all now. He even shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the chair with his hands folded over his stomach.
“What? Are you trying to murder your husband?” A mischievous smirk played on Zhang Mingyuan's lips.
He slowly raised his right hand and extended his index finger.
A faint, dark glow emanated from his fingertip, the laws of annihilation circulating silently.
Su Jinxue's expression shifted.
In the next instant, that familiar, strange sensation struck again.
The Extreme Cold Frost Great Dao inside her dantian instantly spiraled out of control, forcibly drawn by the laws of annihilation.
The two forces, sharing the same origin, resonated with each other.
A shuddering numbness erupted from her dantian, quickly spreading to her limbs.
Her body instantly went soft, losing all its strength.
Clatter.
The Xiyue Sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.
A blush quickly rushed to her cheeks, her breathing turning shallow and rapid.
“You... bastard...”
Su Jinxue ground her teeth, but her voice was soft and weak, completely devoid of any threat. Instead, it carried a hint of coquettish anger.
Zhang Mingyuan looked down at her, reaching out to pinch her chin and forcing her to look up.
“Wife, be good.”
“Your husband doesn't know the first thing about being gentle.”
“If you keep playing with weapons, I'll just have to—”
“Take complete control of you, my dear wife!”
Hearing this.
Su Jinxue glared at him fiercely with her frost-filled eyes.
As the grand Immortal Lord, she was actually being handled so completely by this bastard.
As long as he flicked his finger, she had absolutely no power to resist!
She was furious!
Seeing this, Zhang Mingyuan let the glow on his fingertip fade away.
The disturbance of the laws vanished. Su Jinxue caught her breath and quickly mobilized her immortal energy to restore calm within her body.
Once that was done, Xiyue flew back into her hand. Her eyes cold, she was just about to lose her temper.
Suddenly, Zhang Mingyuan clutched his chest and let out a long sigh toward the sky.
“Sigh!”
This sigh was filled with weariness and grievance.
“To think that back then, someone gave up even his most precious Dao Fruit as a cultivator just to save you.”
“Draining his origin until not a single drop remained, even hovering on the brink of life and death for three hundred years.”
Zhang Mingyuan's voice choked up, and he managed to squeeze out two tears from the corners of his eyes.
“Now, after finally reuniting after that tribulation, all I wanted was for my wife to wash my feet and give me a massage to relieve the fatigue of reshaping the immortal territory.”
“And what do I get? I get threatened with a sword.”
The more he spoke, the more sorrowful he became, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
“My life is bitterer than goldthread! I really want to cry myself to death!”
Su Jinxue's hand holding the sword froze mid-air.
She looked at Zhang Mingyuan's “grief-stricken” state, knowing full well that eighty percent of it was an act.
But hearing the words “Dao Fruit” and “three hundred years,” her heart couldn't help but soften.
Su Jinxue could only clench her fists, repeatedly comforting herself in her heart—
Don't get angry, don't get angry...
He's my own man, I have to humor him...
She took a deep breath and put the Xiyue Sword back into her small world.
Then, she squatted down again. A wisp of immortal fire seeped from her fingertips, melting and heating the frozen spiritual spring water in the basin once more.
Seeing this, Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed.
This trick really worked!
Little Su Jinxue, completely handled!
Su Jinxue placed her hands on his calves once more.
This time, she followed Zhang Mingyuan's instructions exactly, massaging along the meridians with just the right amount of pressure.
Zhang Mingyuan narrowed his eyes in bliss, letting out satisfied hums.
Su Jinxue looked up at his blissful expression, her lips curling into a stiff, superficial smile.
“Husband, how does this pressure feel?”
Her clear, cold voice echoed in the courtyard.
Zhang Mingyuan shuddered all over.
He was already incredibly comfortable, but that word “husband” instantly sent shivers of sheer pleasure down his spine!
He opened his eyes, staring straight at Su Jinxue.
This woman had always addressed him by his full name, or called him a bastard, a scoundrel, or the like.
When had she ever called him something so sweet?
Zhang Mingyuan leaped straight out of the armchair, splashing water everywhere.
He cupped Su Jinxue's cheeks with both hands, his eyes wide.
“Little Xuexue, what did you just call me?”
Su Jinxue was startled by his sudden movement.
Only now did she realize what had slipped out of her mouth.
This was the very first time she had called this man “husband”...
Her cheeks flushed crimson instantly, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
“No... nothing.”
Su Jinxue turned her head, trying to break free from his hands.
“No, I heard it loud and clear!”
Zhang Mingyuan refused to let it go, gently forcing her face back to look at him.
“Wife, why is your face as red as a steaming teapot? Come on, say it again.”
Su Jinxue kept her lips tightly sealed, refusing to say a word.
“Just say it, just once.” Zhang Mingyuan leaned in, his nose almost touching her cheek.
“No.”
Looking at her tsundere expression, Zhang Mingyuan's lips curled into that familiar mischievous smirk once more.
He released one hand and slowly raised it.
His index finger extended.
At his fingertip, the dark glow of the laws of annihilation began to circulate once more.
“You really won't say it?” Zhang Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, the glow on his fingertip growing brighter.
Su Jinxue stared at that finger. Feeling the immortal energy and laws in her dantian already starting to stir, she bit her lower lip.
This bastard!
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