My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 212: Chapter 112: Capture the Yellow Dragon All the Way to the End

Dongluo Pass, behind the Dongluo Tower there was a floor housing pavilions.

The night sky, like a dark cyan curtain, was adorned with stars scattered across its expanse.

After the day’s great battle, Dongluo Pass had fallen into a tranquil silence.

“You all may go rest,”

A crisp and pleasant voice emanated from within the room, and the maids in the courtyard promptly withdrew.

Looking inside the room, one could see a stunningly beautiful woman lying on the opulent couch.

Her skin was fairer than snow, and her eyes were like clear pools of water. With each glance, she exuded an aura of elegant grace. Her hair, black as a waterfall, still held a misty air, and her body was draped in a sheer silk robe that barely concealed her most alluring curves. Her shapely long legs and fair feet were bare, exposed to the air.

It was the very image of a beauty fresh from her bath, her sheer robe partially covering her bosom.

Suddenly, the corners of the stunning woman’s mouth curved upward as she looked out the window.

“Clang!”

Shortly after, a figure rushed into the room from outside.

The man was completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on.

This man was no other than An Jing, who had earlier escaped from several Black Gold Thunder Pills; presently, aside from a small bundle in his arms, he had nothing else to cover his body.

An Jing chuckled, “My lady, the weather has become quite cold suddenly.”

In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night could be extreme, with scorching sun and clear skies during the day and bone-chilling cold as night fell.

Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing with amusement, laughing, “A master like you, brother, still afraid of a mere chill?”

An Jing took a few steps forward, twirling his hand, “Mainly, it’s rather inappropriate like this.”

The Black Gold Thunder Pills were immensely powerful. Even though An Jing had concentrated all his true qi to the front of his body to block their force, his clothes were still shattered by the terrifying energy. The residual qi force was blocked by the Heavenly Flipping Seal, an exotic treasure, which prevented him from sustaining any injuries.

In the nick of time, An Jing activated the “Nameless Heart Scripture,” seizing the moment while everyone was stunned to flee out of the dust and smoke.

“It doesn’t matter if someone sees it.”

An Jing smiled, “This is a gift of nature that others can only envy.”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes narrowed into slits, “Anyone who dares look will have their eyes gouged out by me. Men included.”

Gazing at those soft yet murderous eyes, An Jing gave a dry laugh and changed the subject, “My lady, it’s a bit cold…”

“Cold?”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes blinked slowly as her feet gently swept up from below.

As they touched a crucial point, An Jing’s heart trembled, and his soul seemed to leap out of his body.

Her slender, snow-white leg lifted high, and like the young shoots of the cardamom plant, she touched An Jing’s chin with her toes, pouting, “Brother, are you still cold now?”

“Not cold anymore, but it’s very hot now.”

“Very hot? What should we do about that?”

An Jing grabbed her delicate ankle, gazing at her beautiful face as he chuckled lowly, “What do you think we should do? We didn’t settle who was superior during the day; it’s not too late now to find out.”

With that, he pounced on her.

A journey long with legs so slender, I shall roam far and wide in search.

One of the four great joys in life is said to be the rain after a long drought.

Moonlight swaying, waves surging, stirring lovely sounds incessantly, even the moon itself appeared to blush.

Eventually, the great battle subsided.

Zhao Qingmei’s cheeks were flushed with the glow of spring, as she lay on An Jing’s chest, “I originally thought that knowing each other so thoroughly, I had mastered it all, yet you deceived me, brother.”

An Jing pinched her delicate nose and laughed softly, “You’ve kept things quite hidden as well, haven’t you?”

Who would have imagined that the modest doctor from Yu State City was, in fact, a peerless master in the Jianghu?

Who could have thought that this fine lady, expert in needlework and household management, would turn out to be the Sect Hierarch controlling a host of demons?

The two chatted idly, with An Jing recounting how he broke free from Jiang Shang’s grasp, and Zhao Qingmei sharing how she had managed to enter the Sealing Demon Well.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingmei looked up and asked, “Brother, how did you reach the Grandmaster Realm?”

She vividly remembered that An Jing had not practiced martial arts ten years ago. Yet, in a mere ten years, he had reached the Grandmaster Realm, which was truly unbelievable.

One must know that not only was Zhao Qingmei exceptionally talented, she was also thoroughly nurtured by the Demon Sect, and only by obtaining the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence from a Five Qi Grandmaster in the Sealing Demon Well had she cultivated to the peak of the One Qi Grandmaster.

But how did An Jing manage to cultivate to this level?

An Jing stroked her smooth shoulder, reflecting, “All this, I owe to my diligent efforts.”

“I’ve always believed that wherever the heavens place me, it’s to do what I’m meant to do, to meet who I’m meant to meet. If one can endure the loneliness that comes with obscurity, they are worthy of poetry and the distance.”

Zhao Qingmei blinked her eyes, her gaze flickering with admiration.

“Yes, brother, how could someone as outstanding as you be just an ordinary doctor? I can’t believe I never saw through you before.”

An Jing asked, “My lady, speaking of which, why did you…”

He had always been curious as to why Zhao Qingmei had chosen to marry him.

“Brother, I haven’t finished my question yet.”

Zhao Qingmei gazed intently at An Jing, “Back at Liumu Villa, did you go there because of the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’?”

Upon hearing this, An Jing sighed, “Naturally.”

He had almost captured Qi Yun and obtained the Beidou Seven Stars Technique from Zhenyi Sect. Now, with Qi Yun dead and Zhenyi Sect yet to appoint a new Sect Leader, the only possibility of acquiring the Beidou Seven Stars Technique was through Ye Ding or Xiao Qianqiu.

Both of these individuals might be hiding out in Zhenyi Sect’s Hidden Mountain or seated in Zhenyi Mountain, acknowledged as top masters of this era. The difficulty of acquiring the Beidou Seven Stars Technique now was imaginable.

Zhao Qingmei, biting An Jing’s shoulder, whispered, “It’s your fault for sneaking around. If you had shown even a hint of a clue, wouldn’t I have stopped competing with you?”

An Jing, with an air of nonchalance, said, “If it’s destined to happen, it will; if it’s not, there’s no point in forcing it. I believe I will obtain the Beidou Seven Stars Technique sooner or later.”

Zhao Qingmei took out a skin scroll from under her pillow and said with a smile, “I have here a fragment of the ‘Daluo Heart Method’.”

“Let me see it.”

An Jing took the fragment and after a glance, the Earth Book recorded the fragment of the ‘Daluo Heart Method,’ and the incomplete ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ advanced to the Fifth Layer.

“So that’s how it is.”

An Jing suddenly realized.

He finally understood why there had been a purple opportunity hidden within Liumu Villa. Initially, he had cultivated the incomplete ‘Daluo Heart Method’ passed on by Yan Shaoshan, the complete ‘Ghost Valley Heart Method,’ and now he needed the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’ and the skin scroll in Zhao Qingmei’s hands to fully piece together the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture.’

And naturally, the skin scroll Zhao Qingmei had belonged to him. The only thing left to acquire was the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique,’ which was why the Earth Book indicated a purple opportunity.

He had always been unaware of what kind of purple opportunity was hidden inside Liumu Villa, but now, it all became clear.

Zhao Qingmei continued to inquire, “By the way, brother, where did all the martial arts in your storeroom come from?”

It seemed as if there were endless mysteries about the man in front of her, waiting to be discovered by her.

An Jing laughed and said, “Those were all forced upon me; they’re all basic introductory methods. I was too lazy to discard them, so I just stored them in the storeroom.”

In the past ten years, he had acquired quite a few heart methods and heavenly materials and earthly treasures through opportunities. Otherwise, how could he have reached the First Grade realm?

Zhao Qingmei had some realizations too, then remembered something and asked, “What about the diary then?”

An Jing raised his eyebrows, “Diary? What diary?”

Zhao Qingmei reminded him, “The diary book, you know, the one where you record daily events. I wrote some things in it too…..”

“Oh, that thing.”

Laughing upon realization, An Jing said, “Who in their right mind keeps a diary? Who would spill their heart’s content in a journal?”

Anyway, An Jing wouldn’t.

“Hm?”

Zhao Qingmei felt as if struck by lightning, her normally rosy cheeks turning pale.

What does that mean!? Was it all fake!?

Sensing something, An Jing said, “You didn’t write a diary, did you? Bring it here, let me have a look.”

“No, I didn’t write anything.”

Zhao Qingmei hurriedly denied, her eyes appearing like ripples in autumn water.

An Jing chuckled and said, “My lady, let’s be open with each other, shall we? Hurry up and hand over the diary for me to see.”

Zhao Qingmei protested coyly, “Brother, aren’t we being open with each other right now?”

The moonlight was soft, the lamplight dimmed, and the two lay bare, open and honest with each other.

An Jing: 8=====D

Zhao Qingmei: (.)(.)

An Jing pinched a grape, “Now, will you hand over your treasure?”

Instantly, Zhao Qingmei’s face flushed with color, and then she got up and walked to the desk.

Seeing this, An Jing grew curious; he really wanted to see what Zhao Qingmei had written in her diary.

However, what Zhao Qingmei took out next somewhat disappointed him. In her hands, she held two jars of wine.

An Jing asked with confusion, “My lady, what is this?”

“My lord, come, let us have a good talk,” she said, placing the jars on the table. “About how to dominate the world and laugh proudly amidst Jianghu.”

“`

An Jing blinked and looked at the stunningly beautiful woman before him.

The wives of others were always gentle and spoke softly, wanting stars and moons, discussing the trivial troubles of daily life.

Yet his own wife was different, the moment she spoke, it was about flattening this Jianghu.

An Jing pondered for a moment and said, “Do you know about Jiang Shang’s cultivation?”

He has now faked his death to escape, so in the short term, he doesn’t have to worry about Zhenyi Sect’s retaliation, but he must be cautious of Jiang Shang.

No one knows if Jiang Shang might suddenly come back to kill.

Zhao Qingmei took a sip of wine and said, “When I became an apprentice, I was at the peak of Three Qi, so by now, it should be Four Qi cultivation, right?”

“Four Qi?”

An Jing’s brows furrowed slightly.

Anyone who has reached the Grandmaster Realm is no ordinary person; Qi Shu can cross realms and challenge opponents before reaching the First Grade, but in the Grandmaster Realm, it becomes very common.

Any Grandmaster is a prodigy with natural gifts, most are geniuses who can defeat others across realms, and those who can still cross realms and challenge at the Grandmaster Realm are monstrous talents.

Yuan Feng has Second Qi cultivation but is somewhat weaker than Qi Yun at the peak of Second Qi.

The reason Qi Yun was calmly slain by An Jing was actually because An Jing had a huge psychological advantage.

Firstly, Qi Yun did not dare to entangle with An Jing, fearing Black Flood Dragon and Luo Chongyang would arrive to kill him, and secondly, he had been chased by An Jing over three hundred li before, so he inherently lost his advantage when facing the Ghost Swordsman.

Apart from that, the “Nameless Heart Scripture” that An Jing cultivated was also a significant factor.

The True Qi was robust, and extremely intense, and his physique far surpassed that of a usual One Qi Grandmaster, these were the visible advantages of the “Nameless Heart Scripture”.

Zhao Qingmei continued, “By the way, the other people who came with you have all left, except for that Taoist Luo Chongyang who hasn’t left.”

“I shall meet with my cheap uncle tomorrow then,” said An Jing with a smile, taking over Zhao Qingmei’s wine jar and taking a big gulp.

If he could revive the Mystical Sect, with the help of masters like Luo Chongyang and Lou Xiangzhen, he could instantly form a formidable force.

Zhao Qingmei stared into An Jing’s eyes and said, “Those two women who knew you were dead seemed really upset, leaving reluctantly, tsk tsk… their expressions, their figures, really do evoke pity.”

Towards the end, Zhao Qingmei’s tone obviously had a few more edges to it.

An Jing hastily waved his hand and said, “I have nothing to do with them, not familiar at all.”

Thinking of Su Lian and Su Yue, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

There are people behind them who wanted to see him, but who could it be?

Zhao Qingmei looked skeptical and said, “Not familiar at all, yet they were willing to sacrifice themselves to kill their way into the Demon Sect for you? If they were familiar, wouldn’t they…”

“Familiar? How could they be familiar?”

An Jing quickly interrupted Zhao Qingmei, righteously saying, “Madam, the important matters come first. By the way, do you know where Jiang Shang is now?”

Zhao Qingmei sighed deeply and said, “I don’t know where Jiang Shang is either.

An Jing thought for a moment and said, “Leave Jiang Shang to me.”

Zhao Qingmei and Jiang Shang were after all teacher and pupil, no matter what, Zhao Qingmei’s cultivation was all thanks to Jiang Shang’s teachings, he didn’t want Zhao Qingmei to bear the name of a teacher killer.

To deal with Jiang Shang, a Grandmaster of Four Qi, his cultivation must reach Three Qi, or even reach the Realm of Four Qi, so the most important thing now is to find a way to improve his own cultivation.

An Jing thought for a while and asked, “Do you have any other plans?”

“I do.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded, her voice ethereal, “Houjin and Great Yan are currently only in a state of friction, and the day when the real battle breaks out is not far away. When that time comes, and Great Yan is embroiled in war, it will be the perfect opportunity for the Demon Sect to move south.”

“Before this, I had laid out undercover networks in Zhao Country and Houjin, which are slowly growing stronger, and will be useful one day.”

Hearing Zhao Qingmei’s words, An Jing was slightly astonished.

His wife’s ambition was indeed great.

In fact, after the Demon Sect was driven out of the Great Yan Martial World, they began to operate among the Houjin, Zhao Country, Southern Barbarians, and the desert nomads.

The desert nomads lived a primitive lifestyle, drank blood and ate raw meat, and their development was extremely backward. The tribes revered ancient gods and were stubbornly conservative, yet the desert nomads were rich in precious resources like gold and jade, and some lands even held rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

In these past years, the Demon Sect had dealt with the nomads, profiting immensely.

“In fact, the biggest current trouble is Houjin.”

Zhao Qingmei’s brows tightene, “Houjin wants to wage war against Great Yan, and if they were to commit fully to the war, they would be wary of Dongluo Pass, so Houjin has always wanted to draw the Demon Sect in to fight against Great Yan. Jiang Renyi seemed to have reached some agreement with Houjin, which is why they ventured out to attack Great Yan. Now that I have regained control of the Demon Sect, the previous agreement is naturally void, and Houjin is extremely wary, not daring to put in their full effort to attack Great Yan.”

“Soul Seeker Mansion is likely to take action soon as well.”

An Jing nodded when he heard this, the location of Dongluo Pass was like a nail harshly nailed between Houjin and Great Yan.

It was balancing the powers of both sides while also being a thorn in the flesh for each, a matter the Demon Sect indeed had to be cautious about.

“My husband, all these shall become a handful of yellow soil under our feet, to fulfill our supreme ambition,” she said.

“`

Zhao Qingmei wrapped her hands around the wine jug, her cheeks already flushed with the warmth of the alcohol.

Thinking of standing at the pinnacle of the world with An Jing, her breathing became brisk with anticipation, unable to wait for that day to come.

An Jing too lifted the wine jug with one hand, and they clinked jugs before setting them down.

In each other’s eyes, sparks ignited anew.

Under the moonlight, the atmosphere grew even more romantically charged.

“I don’t think there should be any major trouble in the short term,”

Zhao Qingmei sat on An Jing’s lap, her hand reaching towards his lower body, eyes brimming with allure as her lips moved gently, her voice trailing off, “Brother…”

An Jing only felt a flame surge in his belly, then he flipped over and pinned Zhao Qingmei beneath him.

Passion thwarted makes the heart yearn deeper, slender jade fingers about to unseal. Should you stir the crystal curtain aside, ensure the yellow dragon reaches the very end.

…….

The next morning, all was silent, the first threads of light from the east tenderly soaked the pale blue sky, the dawn of a new day gradually approaching from afar.

The soft sunlight pierced through the gauze window, falling into the room.

“Hmm!?”

An Jing felt a piercing brightness and slowly opened his eyes, looking around.

“Has madam already awakened?”

The room, ancient in its style, was exceptionally quiet, and on the table lay a set of brand-new clothes and socks.

An Jing stretched his limbs and stood up, dressing in the clothes from the table.

The fatigue from the night before was extraordinary, his half-year’s savings gone in one sweep, yet now he felt rejuvenated.

“The Earth Book has new changes!?”

Cultivation: Grandmaster (One Qi)

Life Fate: Favorable Star Shining (on the rise)

Root Bone: Once in a millennium

Martial Arts: Sword Drawing Skill, Hidden Sword Skill, Sword Control Technique, Nine-character Sword Technique, Soaring Nine Heavens Body Technique, Concealing Qi Technique, Hundred-step Flying Sword (Ninth Layer), Nine Yang Divine Finger (Eighth Layer), Brahma Heart Sees Me, Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique (Seventh Layer), Incomplete Nameless Heart Scripture (Fifth Layer)

Prompt One: The host’s Life Fate has taken root.

Prompt Two: A dark opportunity is approaching.

…….

“A dark opportunity!?”

An Jing’s brow furrowed into a knot. Another dark opportunity was closing in—could it be Jiang Shang?

Each appearance of a dark opportunity portended a crisis threatening his life, like the Honghu at Beili Volcano, which he survived thanks to Luo Chongyang blocking the exotic beast Honghu.

Then there was yesterday’s Yuan Feng, whose Black Gold Thunder Pills, if all had hit him, would have turned him to ash despite his cultivation of the Nameless Heart Scripture.

What could this new dark opportunity be?

Questions and worries sprouted in An Jing’s mind, but apart from Jiang Shang, there seemed to be no other threats to his life.

And with his identities as both the Ghost Swordsman and An Jing ‘dead,’ what kind of dark opportunity could there be?

“Idle thoughts are useless; improving my own strength is what’s most important.”

After reflecting for a moment, An Jing rose and headed outside.

“Creak!”

The door opened, revealing the strong sunlight above.

The sun high in the sky indicated it was no longer early.

An Jing shielded his eyes, grinning, “Didn’t I come here to enjoy life at leisure, when the sun is high in the sky?”

Last night, he had already made plans with his wife that today, he was going to meet his nominal martial uncle.

Thinking of this, An Jing walked out of the courtyard.

Just then, a figure approached.

The woman wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but still a sightly beauty, particularly with her curvaceous figure poised to burst forth. Her eyes were red and puffy, though, and she looked utterly forlorn.

An Jing blinked, “Tan Yun.”

“Ghost…!?”

Seeing the person before her, Tan Yun’s face suddenly paled, followed by rubbing her swollen eyes.

As she repeatedly confirmed the identity of the person in front of her, her whole body collapsed to the ground, choking up, “Son-in-law, I’ve never forgotten you, it’s just that these days have been so busy. I’ll burn some paper money for you tonight…”