Chapter 91: Do You Think I'm Despicable? - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 91: Do You Think I'm Despicable? As Fei Lingxue, with a pleading tone, invited you to return, all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of absurdity. "Aren’t you only interested in women?" Fei Lingxue's expression suddenly turned to anger. But it was quickly replaced by an indescribable melancholy. "What are you planning to do?" Rather than insisting you go back with her, Fei Lingxue turned to inquire about your intentions. "I'm going to Mount Jiuhua." "That's where the headquarters of the Qing Sect is now." "Oh." "Can I accompany you?" "You can." You didn't refuse. Why refuse such a delightful companion? It's always nice to have a beautiful sight to enjoy every day, even if nothing else is done. It's just a pity that Su Jin hadn't come along. You still preferred girls like her the most. Seeing you didn't refuse, Fei Lingxue pulled out a whistle, and a clear sound resonated. Soon, a pure-white horse with not a trace of other colors appeared, carrying some saddlebags. It appeared she had come prepared. Mounting the horse, Fei Lingxue followed closely behind you, resembling a demure young wife obediently trailing her husband. But you well knew that Fei Lingxue was not a woman of such a character. Dominant, forceful, unconcerned with societal morals, those were her true colors. Her current demeanor seemed nothing but a facade. Throughout the journey, Fei Lingxue persistently probed for your true identity. It was clear she had guessed you were the sole heir of the Su family and only sought final confirmation. Seeing you couldn't hide it from her, you decided to reveal everything. Upon confirming your identity, Fei Lingxue fell silent for a day... In the world of martial arts, women, especially beautiful ones, are in constant danger. This you well understood from your own experiences when you lived as a woman. Traveling with Fei Lingxue drew much attention. On the path to Mount Jiuhua, countless admirers were deterred. Fei Lingxue maintained a delicate demeanor, insisting on sharing accommodations with you. Concerned it might be a trap, you made no advances, each of you keeping to separate blankets like borders not to be crossed. Frustrated by your display, she even began to doubt her own allure, wondering why the boldness you displayed that day seemed utterly absent. She was disheartened and stifled. Unbeknownst to you both, seven nights had been spent sharing a bed. By the eighth day, you arrived at Mount Jiuhua. The small village at the mountain’s foot was home to just over a hundred households, lacking even a decent inn. But Fei Lingxue had made arrangements; a bamboo house had been erected for her, adorned with transplanted exotic flowers and rare trees. It was evident this had been prepared eight days ago. Having witnessed her wealth before, this was no surprise to you. Her resources seemed beyond worldly means. You and Fei Lingxue settled into this bamboo house, catered by staff delivering meals and maintaining the place—a cozy stay indeed. During this time, you observed waves of Qing Sect members gathering, packing the mountain’s temples. Monks were relegated to the base, nearly left sleeping in the streets if not for the locals’ devotion to their faith. You asked Fei Lingxue about this gathering’s purpose, to which she proposed sharing a bed for one night as a trade for the information. Recalling how you once asserted yourself over her, your ego felt vindicated. Now, roles reversed and she led the pursuit—accepting felt as if she'd conquer you, rather than the other way around. In this mental imbalance, the more she insisted, the more you resisted. Eventually, you opted to sleep on the floor, refusing to share the bed again. Seeing your resolve, Fei Lingxue was exasperated. Seven days into your stay on Mount Jiuhua, she finally ran out of patience one night. "Do you think I'm despicable?" Faced with her sudden challenge, you didn't immediately respond, instead voicing your concerns. "By doing this, am I sleeping with you, or are you sleeping with me?" Fei Lingxue stared blankly at you. Under the candlelight, her jade-like face seemed to glow. Suddenly, she burst into laughter. "Silly, is that what you're worried about?" "What else would I worry about?" By expressing your doubts, a clarity of mind emerged. Fei Lingxue lightly pulled you back to bed, her bare shoulder exposed, brimming with allure. At this moment, your choice became clear: Option 1: Channel the boldness of the past, and take decisive action with Fei Lingxue. Option 2: Resist temptation and suggest waiting until marriage. Option 3: Refuse Fei Lingxue, ending all ties. Faced with these options, Su Mo felt they were unnecessary. Why consider marriage or breakups when the path was clear? Resolutely, he chose the first option. Immediately, Su Mo’s finger reached towards the selection. The scene unfolded with Fei Lingxue, her complexion flushed, exhausted and limp, finally releasing the tension pent up for days. After a night of intense passion, you finally found release. Looking at the ethereal beauty in your arms, your heart was filled with an inexplicable satisfaction and fulfillment. Yet alongside this satisfaction, there lingered a sense of regret. Images of what you saw through the wall crept into your mind. Secretly, you wished for Su Jin to be there as well. Unexpectedly, the energy of the sacred feminine skill you cultivated surged, triggering the latent power of the black bear spirit’s core and bile you’d consumed. You realized this was an unmissable opportunity. Cradling the slumbering Fei Lingxue, you cultivated until morning, fully absorbing the core’s essence, ramping your inner strength to unprecedented levels. Previously intangible, requiring a medium to exert, your power now manifested with tangible force. No longer dependent on objects, your flying locust skill now seemed unstoppable. Joy and exhilaration filled you, spurting an uncontrollable kiss upon Fei Lingxue. With a soft murmur, she slowly awoke. Seeing you, her face softened, she embraced your broad back. "Why are you up so early?" "Look." In your excitement, you felt compelled to display your newfound skill to her. Flicking a finger, an invisible force shot out, piercing a valuable porcelain vase with a "pop." Witnessing this, Fei Lingxue was astonished. "Su Lang, what martial art have you mastered?" You then shared with her about consuming the black bear spirit core and bile. Impressed by your adventure, Fei Lingxue praised your fortune. "Su Lang, you truly are blessed." Then, Fei Lingxue entwined herself around you. "With such luck, share a bit with me…" For about half a month, you and Fei Lingxue dwelled in the bamboo house before the Qing Sect fully assembled. Their massive gathering drew many curious martial artists, disguised as ordinary folk, to uncover any secrets of Mount Jiuhua. Yet no intrusion reached your abode, thanks to Fei Lingxue's timely arrangements. Regarding the Qing Sect's grand gathering's purpose, Fei Lingxue finally revealed the reason. They intended to hold a contest for their sect leader position. Behind Mount Jiuhua lay a cliff, spanning a hundred paces to the peak on the other side. The Qing Sect mastered a legendary lightness skill, known as "Heavenly Abyss Leap." Perfecting it could enable one to leap vast heights, crossing the hundred-pace gorge in a heartbeat. However, mastery required not only talent but also opportunity. In the Qing Sect, the current leader had chosen to pass down the "Heavenly Abyss Leap" to eight disciples, ensuring each of them mastered it. Now, it was time to test their progress, opting for a grand challenge that all Qing Sect members would witness. Successfully leaping over the hundred-pace cliff would be ideal; failure and death would conveniently clear competition for the successor. The incredible lightness skill of the Qing Sect fascinated you, especially since you personally witnessed one of their hall masters display agility beyond belief. If one could indeed leap a hundred paces, capturing them would be nearly impossible. Thus, to annihilate the Qing Sect, mastering their martial art was imperative. Yet, you were reluctant to take Fei Lingxue's word alone as evidence that the Qing Sect was behind the Su family's massacre. A persistent sense that Fei Lingxue was withholding something from you lingered. This skepticism drove you to intense bouts with her, showing no mercy—a brutal catharsis that left her bruised yet inexplicably more attached to you. Finally, the day of the Qing Sect assessment arrived. Seeing the overwhelming number of onlookers from the martial world, the sect leader relaxed the conditions, allowing some outsiders to witness the event alongside Qing Sect members. You and Fei Lingxue joined other curious martial artists heading up to Mount Jiuhua. There, in the mountain's rear, hundreds of Qing Sect members clad in black robes, with masks of various colors, gathered. No one revealed their true face. As an organization built on assassination, revealing their identity to outsiders could mean their ultimate doom. (End of Chapter)