There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 243: Blood Would Flow Into Rivers

Two identical Spiritual Mirrors, and the contents on them were also identical. Lu Xun couldn't tell which one belonged to Fairy Su and which one belonged to Widow Mu. The key was that if he made a mistake in the reply, he might jeopardize his own life.

"Are they together?" Lu Xun held the two mirrors, looking at the identical contents on them, muttering to himself. If they were together, that would be a big problem.

After a simple analysis and calm contemplation, he took a deep breath. Silently, he wrote down similar contents on both mirrors. On Mirror A, he wrote, 'Thoughts linger, hatred lingers, lingering till the end of time. Bright moonlight, leaning on the tower.' On Mirror B, he wrote, 'Jade-like dice, with red beans safe within, does love penetrate to the bone?'

"No, no."

"I need to make a mark. Engrave their names; otherwise, there will be trouble someday." Lu Xun pursed his lips.

As he thought about their relationship, he started to get a headache again. More despairing than not being able to distinguish the owners of the Spiritual Mirrors was the sisterly relationship between them, especially since he also indulged in the charming widow. If Aunt Su were to find out, he wouldn't have enough heads to match her anger, let alone Mu Qingshuang.

"Sigh."

"Life is like a coffee table. At first glance, it is full of cups (trouble)." Lu Xun stared blankly at the towering mountains.

Just then, the two mirrors in his hands lit up, and Lu Xun peeked at them. His hanging heart was temporarily relieved.

Mu Qingshuang: Lu Lang, I'm so lonely. When will you come to my place?

Lu Xun didn't rush to reply. Instead, he used a knife at the edge of the mirrors to carve their surnames. One mirror was engraved with 'Su,' and the other was carved with 'Mu.' The potential crisis was temporarily averted.

In the following time, Lu Xun was a bit busy, talking sweetly with Fairy Su and Widow Mu separately. He would double and triple-check during the communication to ensure there were no mistakes.

After a while, having soothed them both, Lu Xun put away the mirrors and heaved a sigh of relief.

As he lingered on the cliff's edge for a while, Lu Xun prepared to return to the small cabin in the back mountain. But someone gently embraced him from behind, her curvaceous figure slowly leaning against him.

"Husband."

Xuan Yin wore the loose and elegant sleeping gown from last night, tied at the waist with a green silk ribbon that couldn't conceal the allure within. Love for him filled the space between her eyebrows as she softly muttered, "I didn't see you when I woke up early, and it made my heart tighten."

Lu Xun, caressing her delicate jade-like hand, gently asked, "My wife, were you happy last night?"

Recalling everything that happened last night, ripples of emotion surged in Xuan Yin's heart. The cold and aloof cheeks were now adorned with a blush, and her breathing gradually became more rapid. She said indignantly, "I will remember everything from last night, and you will pay the price when the time comes."

Lu Xun smiled gently and said, "My wife, are you still underestimating me? I now possess the strength of Early Innate Realm. Your urgent plea for mercy last night is the best proof of my strength. This is just the beginning. There will be times when you cry your heart out."

Hearing his proud and self-assured words, the little demoness was displeased in her heart, but she had to admit that as her husband's realm continued to rise, the suppression of her strength became more profound. A mere cultivator of the early Innate Realm, if he took another step forward, she estimated that, except for her transformed state, she wouldn't be his opponent.

However, the exchange of dominance did bring a different kind of pleasure.

"Bad husband, always bullying me." Xuan Yin squeezed into his embrace from behind, tightly holding his tiger waist. Her blushing face pressed against his chest, sniffing his masculine scent, and softly said, "Master said you will be out all day today, can you come back earlier?"

"Rest assured, my wife."

"This time, I will come back earlier." Lu Xun answered decisively.

"Mmm." Xuan Yin closed her eyes, softly agreeing, and didn't speak anymore.

...

In a certain palace...

Su Jingyi reclined on a couch, her long, pitch-black hair cascading like a waterfall. She wore a loose robe, fully open on either side, exposing flawless, fair skin pushed up by high elevation. Her long, slender jade legs were crossed, and her charming jade feet were exceptionally adorable.

"Today..."

"Should I take a step further in my relationship with the little scoundrel?" Su Jingyi held the Daoist sect's secret book, which recorded ancient secret techniques. The specific effect was to allow Lu Xun to indulge in her. Originally, Fairy Su's plan was not so hasty, but the charming widow took the initiative, which made her very dissatisfied.

At this moment, Aunt Su seemed like a young girl in love, eagerly anticipating a beautiful romance, yet also fearing rejection. The complex emotions and thoughts were vividly displayed in her.

"Never mind. Let's think about it later."

Su Jingyi hid the secret book in her hand and slowly got up from the couch. She leisurely took off the robe and changed into her usual Daoist robe. At the same time, she put on a lotus crown, held the green longsword and the Buddhist staff, and walked towards the door.

Just as she reached the door, Su Jingyi saw the sisters Zhao Yueyan and Zhao Qiuyu approaching gracefully.

"Teacher Su?"

"Where are you going?" Zhao Qiuyu asked curiously.

"I..." Su Jingyi was momentarily unsure how to explain. She answered slowly, "Something came up."

With a pause, she asked calmly, "What brings you both here?"

"It's nothing. We haven't seen you in a few days and were worried you might be thinking about us. So, we came together to talk to you," Zhao Qiuyu said.

Under normal circumstances, Su Jingyi would have been delighted that these sisters finally showed some conscience. However, with the urgency of meeting her lover privately, she had no inclination to sit down and chat with them. The problem was she couldn't cold-shoulder them either.

For a moment, Su Jingyi was at a loss. On one side was the cherished lover she had been longing for, and on the other were the sisters who regarded her as their elder. Eventually, Su Jingyi chose to leave the sisters and go find her beloved.

"I have urgent matters to attend to today, and it might not be convenient," Su Jingyi looked at the sisters in front of her and softly said, "I'll personally come find both of you after I return."

Hearing Su Jingyi's words, Zhao Yueyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Since Teacher Su has urgent matters, we won't delay you. Please go and return quickly. Don't let our presence spoil anything."

Su Jingyi nodded, summoned a flying sword, and was about to leave. Just before departing, she turned to look at Zhao Yueyan and Zhao Qiuyu. Seeing their concerned eyes, a strong sense of guilt permeated her entire being. However, even so, it couldn't outweigh the longing in her heart for her lover.

Yueyan and Qiuyu, don't blame me for being unfeeling. In fact, both of you are still young, and you don't understand the torment in my heart. Rest assured, I will treat you even better in the future.

Watching Su Jingyi turn into a stream of light and disappear, Zhao Yueyan let out a long sigh and complained to her sister, "I said we should have gone in the evening, but you insisted. Now, are you still questioning me?"

"Weird."

"Teacher Su used to be quite leisurely. Why has she been so busy recently?" Zhao Qiuyu wondered aloud.

"Alright, let's go back. Don't try to guess what's going on with Teacher Su. Even if we guess it, what can we do?" Zhao Yueyan took her sister's arm and said gently.

...

In the Yomi Mountain Range.

Miao Fengxian finally found an opportunity to be alone with her little thief, nestling in Lu Xun's arms. She relished the incomparable feeling while listening to his sweet words, unable to resist the surging impulses in her heart.

"Little thief?"

"Can you accompany me tonight?" Miao Fengxian lifted her delicate chin, looking at him with a face of resentment, and softly asked.

"Xuan Yin, that..." Lu Xun said awkwardly, "I promised to go back early to be with her."

"Xuan Yin, Xuan Yin, Xuan Yin... Is she the only one in your heart, with no place for me?" The big demoness suddenly felt overwhelmed with jealousy. Annoyed, she glared at the man in front of her and angrily threatened, "I don't care how late it is. You must crawl into my bed, or else you can forget about having me for the rest of your life."

"Yes, yes, yes." Lu Xun saw the big demoness succumbing to jealousy and hurriedly nodded, saying, "Sister, rest assured. This little thief will definitely come in."

"Hmph!"

"I'll be waiting. If you don't come, I'll definitely make you regret it by tomorrow morning." The big demoness glared fiercely at him, then softened her expression as she lay on his chest, like a angry little woman, sniffing his masculine scent while gently caressing his firm chest.

Lu Xun looked at the big demoness in his arms. His heart was filled with bitterness. One moment she was ready to devour him alive, and the next she was sweet and gentle. The speed of this change was truly astonishing.

"How does it feel just entering the Innate Realm?" Miao Fengxian asked softly.

"Uh, it's okay," Lu Xun replied.

"Keep it up."

"When you reach the Mid-Innate Realm, you'll be able to devour me." Miao Fengxian lightly bit her lip and muttered.

"Oh." Lu Xun dared not say much, fearing unnecessary complications.

As the conversation ended, he carefully said, "Sister, I think it's about time. She's about to come. Should we let go?"

Lu Xun's heart was a bit flustered. He hadn't seen Aunt Su for a long time, and she must be yearning for him. If she saw him hugging the big demoness, it would surely erupt in endless jealousy. By then, the mountains would collapse and the earth would burst into pieces, and blood would flow into rivers.

"What's this? Are you afraid she'll get jealous?" Miao Fengxian suddenly lifted her head, looking at him meaningfully, and questioned coldly.

Before Lu Xun could explain, a stream of light fell from the sky. A mature and beautiful Daoist nun, dressed in simple Daoist robes, holding a green longsword and a Buddhist staff, and wearing a lotus flower crown, appeared alone not far away.

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