“Enough, stop fooling around.”
Su Jinxue’s cold voice echoed in the courtyard, carrying a hint of helplessness.
Zhang Mingyuan and Lingxuzi were currently tangled in a brawl.
Zhang Mingyuan’s hand was still hovering at the edge of Lingxuzi’s nostril, while Lingxuzi’s foot was stomping squarely on Zhang Mingyuan’s instep.
Hearing his wife speak, Zhang Mingyuan immediately withdrew his hand.
He casually wiped his fingers on Lingxuzi’s clothes. Still feeling they weren't clean enough, he pulled out a bottle of Purifying Spiritual Liquid to wash his hands.
“Jinghong and Bai Yao were both scared away by you two.”
Su Jinxue massaged her temples, looking at the mess all over the courtyard.
The water from the spiritual pool was spilled everywhere, and the Yin-Yang Luan-Phoenix Immortal Grass was blown askew by the fierce gales.
Zhang Mingyuan cleared his throat twice and adjusted his disheveled lapels.
Putting on an air of sage-like elegance, he said, “Ahem. Naturally, the younger generation should focus on their cultivation. It's for the best that they don't hang around with old folks like us.”
Clutching his still-throbbing backside, Lingxuzi limped back to the long table.
Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “Old Zhang, don't talk so damn self-righteously. They only ran because they were afraid some sore-loser old geezer would silence the witnesses.”
“I was training their emergency escape skills, alright?” Zhang Mingyuan rolled his eyes. “If they encounter danger in the outside world in the future, they'll know how to run!”
At this moment, a head poked in from outside the main gate.
Nian'an was clutching the massive Western Desert spiritual melon, peeking inside.
After confirming there was no danger to her life, she scurried back inside with tiny, hurried steps.
“Lord Husband, Lady Wife, the... the melon is fine.”
Nian'an swallowed hard and swiftly placed the massive spiritual melon on the long table.
Pressing her fingers together like a sword, her spiritual energy transformed into a sharp blade.
With a few swift swishes, the enticing, emerald-green spiritual melon was sliced into many small pieces.
A rich spiritual aura, accompanied by the sweet aroma of the melon, instantly drifted through the air.
After she finished slicing, Nian'an didn't linger for even a second.
She took three big steps back and bowed deeply.
“Lord Husband, Lady Wife, Sacred Lord Ling, Valley Master Bai, please enjoy.”
“Nian'an just remembered that the Heaven-Shaking Mastiff in the Spirit Beast Garden is about to give birth. I must go help deliver the pup! I shall take my leave now! If you need anything, just contact me via spiritual jade!”
Before anyone could react, Nian'an turned into an afterimage and vanished out the gate.
Was she kidding!
Nian'an roared frantically in her mind.
She had witnessed a social death of that caliber just now.
If she stayed any longer, and the Lord Husband lost his mind again, would her little life even be spared?
Better run! No matter how entertaining the spectacle, it wasn't worth risking her life!
Watching Nian'an flee in panic, Zhang Mingyuan stroked his chin.
Wasn't that Heaven-Shaking Mastiff... male?
Hahaha, I guess I shouldn't act so fierce next time. I scared the poor girl.
Shaking off the thought, he turned his head, his gaze landing on Lingxuzi and Bai Lumian by the long table.
Lingxuzi was lifting the purple clay teapot, preparing to pour himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves.
Bai Lumian sat down gracefully, reaching for the spiritual melon on the table.
Zhang Mingyuan narrowed his eyes.
Just now, these two had tag-teamed to tease him, almost making him curl his toes hard enough to dig out another Yunxue Immortal Manor right then and there.
No way. He had to get back at them!
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes darted around as a scheme formed in his mind.
Instead of reaching for the melon on the table, he sat down and squeezed himself right next to Su Jinxue.
Su Jinxue, who was holding her teacup, was nudged slightly to the side. She frowned slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Wife~~” Zhang Mingyuan dragged out the word, his voice sickeningly sweet.
Su Jinxue's hand trembled, almost spilling her tea.
She looked at Zhang Mingyuan warily. What is this guy up to now?
Zhang Mingyuan pointed at the Western Desert spiritual melon on the table and blinked, putting on a pitiful expression. “I want to eat melon.”
“If you want to eat, get it yourself,” Su Jinxue rejected him coldly and ruthlessly.
“But I just fought three hundred rounds with Old Xu. My hands are sore. I can't lift them.”
Across from them, Lingxuzi spat out the mouthful of tea he had just sipped.
“Cough, cough, cough! Old Zhang, have you no shame? You're a Red Dust Immortal, yet your hands get sore from a little sparring?”
Zhang Mingyuan ignored him entirely, continuing to stare at Su Jinxue with eyes full of anticipation. “Wife, won't you feed me?”
Su Jinxue's pale cheeks instantly flushed a light pink.
How could this guy say such things in front of others!
Just as she was about to scold him, Zhang Mingyuan leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Little Xuexue, the two of them teamed up to tease us just now. We have to get back at them.”
“We are husband and wife. We must present a united front against outsiders, right?”
Su Jinxue was slightly taken aback.
She raised her eyes, sweeping her gaze over Lingxuzi and Bai Lumian opposite them.
Lingxuzi was looking over with a face full of disdain, while Bai Lumian had an expression of someone enjoying a good show.
Su Jinxue snorted coldly in her heart.
Although Zhang Mingyuan was very annoying, he was still her husband. Only she was allowed to bully him.
These two indeed had quite a lot of fun teasing them just now.
With this thought, she set down her teacup, extended her slender, fair fingers, and picked up a piece of the spiritual melon.
“Open up.”
Su Jinxue's voice was cool, but the redness at the tips of her ears betrayed her.
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened his mouth obediently. “Ah—”
Su Jinxue held the piece of spiritual melon to his lips.
Zhang Mingyuan took a bite, clearly feeling the warmth of Su Jinxue's fingertips.
“Mmm! So sweet!”
While chewing the melon, Zhang Mingyuan let out an extremely exaggerated exclamation of praise.
He leaned back, resting half his body against Su Jinxue's shoulder, his face the very picture of comfort and enjoyment.
“The melon my wife feeds me is ten thousand times sweeter than picking it up myself!”
Zhang Mingyuan exclaimed loudly, making sure the people opposite him could hear.
Even with him leaning against her, Su Jinxue did not push him away.
She merely picked up another piece of melon in silence and stuffed it into his mouth, attempting to shut up his non-stop chatter.
Watching this play out, the expressions on Lingxuzi and Bai Lumian's faces froze.
Both of them were old monsters who had lived for over five thousand years, possessing heaven-defying cultivation and revered statuses.
But they shared one common trait—they had both been single since birth!
“Zhang Mingyuan, that's enough!” Lingxuzi slammed the purple clay teapot down, pointing an accusing finger at Zhang Mingyuan. “It's just eating some melon! Do you really have to be this nauseating?”
Bai Lumian also tossed her piece of melon back onto the plate and crossed her arms.
She snorted coldly. “Exactly! In broad daylight, where are your manners! You're deliberately shoving your PDA down our throats!”
Zhang Mingyuan swallowed the melon in his mouth and sat up straight.
He swayed his head mockingly. “Oh? Why isn't anyone laughing anymore?”
“Weren't you laughing so happily just now? ‘Little Xuexue~ I love you~’ Go on, mimic me again! Keep laughing!”
Lingxuzi grit his teeth. “Don't get too cocky!”
“So what if I'm cocky?” Zhang Mingyuan spread his hands. “I have a Dao companion. You don't.”
“My wife feeds me melon. You can only feed yourselves.”
“Man, this feels so good. Jealous?”
These words were like a dagger, slicing through the present and into the past, stabbing straight into their five thousand years of singlehood.
Lingxuzi felt a surge of blood and energy roiling in his chest.
It had been five thousand years. When had he, the grand Taixu Sacred Lord, ever suffered such an insult?
Bai Lumian was trembling even more with rage.
She prided herself on being a master of romance and a guru of relationship theories!
Most of the tricks Su Jinxue used to wrap Zhang Mingyuan around her finger were taught by her!
Yet now, she, the master, was actually being thoroughly rubbed in the dirt by her student and her student's man?
Bai Lumian grit her teeth, a fierce desire to win igniting in her amber eyes.
So what if it's showing off affection?
Who says I can't do it too!
She abruptly turned her head and looked at Lingxuzi beside her.
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