Chapter 126: A Beauty Dances, A Beauty Offers a Sword, This Soft Life, I've Got It Made! - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 126: A Beauty Dances, A Beauty Offers a Sword, This Soft Life, I've Got It Made! Under the moonlight, Yu Luoniang lay on a web spun under the eaves, quietly absorbing the moon's essence. After Su Mo sealed her magical powers, she had to once again accumulate her strength. When the seal is lifted, combining the two powers would elevate her abilities further. At that moment, Yu Luoniang noticed a tall figure stealthily approaching Su Mo's room, piquing her curiosity. With her powers sealed, reduced to those of a mere mortal, she could only observe quietly to avoid being detected. Soon, the figure opened the door and entered the room. Yu Luoniang climbed to the windowsill to spy on the happenings inside. She witnessed her master exchange a few words with the intruder before being immobilized. To her surprise, the stranger stripped him of his clothes and climbed atop him. Only then did Yu Luoniang realize the intruder was an exquisitely beautiful woman. As the moonlight filtered through the lattice window, the beauty melded with her master… Yu Luoniang, never having seen such a scene, was too stunned to look away. Confusion gripped her; she couldn't tell if her master benefited or suffered from this encounter. An hour later, her master said something to the woman, seemingly angering her, as she knocked him out cold. After dressing, the woman staggered from the house awkwardly and disappeared using lightness skills. Only after the woman left did Yu Luoniang dare enter the room, climbing to Su Mo’s ear. "Master, master, wake up," she whispered gently, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state. “Huh?” Su Mo finally opened his eyes to see a small spider calling to him at his ear. Confused, he struggled to distinguish between dream and reality, until memories of the event surged back—Fei Lingsnow had come to him in the night. The thought brought a headache; her drunkenness had made her oblivious to gentleness, leaving him now with aching hips. If not for his recent training in the Yijin Jing, his bones might have been crushed. It seemed Fei Lingsnow set her sights on him, not Xu Miaoyin. Could she have become bisexual, or perhaps his Yang energy aided her cultivation? The second seemed most plausible. In the absence of a proper rebuttal to Fei Lingsnow’s formidable martial skills, he realized his Yang energy attracted her like monk Tang’s flesh to demons. Seeing Su Mo in deep contemplation, Yu Luoniang worried. "Are you alright, master? It seemed the woman nearly broke your back." "I'm fine, don't worry," he assured with some concern, eyeing the bloody bedsheet. This would be hard to clean. “Yuniang, pretend you saw nothing earlier, alright?” he urged. "Of course, master. I saw nothing," she promised, then suggested coyly, "Would you like to try me, then? I promise to be gentle, unlike that rough woman. I’m just as beautiful." "Enough," Su Mo dismissed her advances, not ready to take her in yet. In his simulations, he only accepted her months later, unsure of her intentions now. Undeterred, Yu Luoniang tried another tack. "Master, at least unseal part of my powers for self-defense." "No," he refused. "We'll see how you behave first." Disheartened, Yu Luoniang returned to her web to continue absorbing moonlight. Meanwhile, Su Mo worried if Xu Miaoyin had heard any noise, but shrugged it off. If she had, she'd likely assume it was Chunzhu and him. Lying in bed, memories of Fei Lingsnow's alluring form haunted him. Her beauty was overwhelming, yet he regretted his passivity—he had been helpless, unable to move, and at her mercy. Compared to Chunzhu, this encounter lacked satisfaction. Checking on Chunzhu later, relieved to find her merely asleep, he returned to his thoughts. Invoking the simulation system, he set up another run. This time, he was a beggar in Qing, linked to a merchant's daughter, and gifted with a "loud voice," able to project sound fivefold. A mundane start compelled him to automate the run, hoping for a more extraordinary beginning to come. Across from Linjiang Spring Restaurant, in a lavish manor, Sujin and company readied a bath for Fei Lingsnow. "Miss, is he truly the man from your dreams?" they asked, concerned about her mental state. Fei Lingsnow, savoring her experience despite the pain, affirmed, "I’m certain. Even the mole aligns. Though the world seems altered, finding him is great fortune." Sujin exchanged worried glances with the others. Such strange occurrences defied belief. The next morning, Su Mo rose, feeling the effects of the night. Fei Lingsnow's frequent demands wore him out. Xu Miaoyin, passing, gave a complex look. "Su Boss, curb your enthusiasm. Too frequent indulgence harms Chunzhu's health," she cautioned. Grateful for the misunderstanding covering the truth, Su Mo agreed, "Yes, I'll be careful." Xu Miaoyin considered if her intervention was needed to spare Chunzhu. “After breakfast, let’s practice swordsmanship,” she offered, an invite he readily accepted. Due to his talent, Su Mo's learning pace far surpassed others, and he wouldn't let this potential go to waste. Following a meal, Xu Miaoyin began his training. "This is the forward step, sit in stance, leap, and remember to coordinate your footwork with thrusts for maximum effect," she instructed. As Xu Miaoyin taught Su Mo the art of swordplay, Fei Lingsnow and her entourage slipped into the courtyard through the back gate. Today, Fei Lingsnow appeared radiant, wearing an elegant longsleeve gown that defied the season, her gaze carrying a hint of aggression as it rested on Su Mo. Su Mo squirmed under her stare, thoughts unwillingly drifting back to the memory of her nearly perfect form, causing his focus on the sword training to falter. Xu Miaoyin sheathed her sword and inquired curiously, "What brings you here?" Feigning nonchalance, Fei Lingsnow replied, "Oh, nothing much. Just came to see what you were up to." In truth, she had been watching for some time, noting Su Mo's unparalleled talent and swift movements with the sword, further convincing her that even in this world, he remained the same Su Lang. Observing Xu Miaoyin teaching basic sword techniques, Fei Lingsnow couldn't help but step in with guidance of her own. Drawing her sword, she addressed Xu Miaoyin, "Why don't we spar? It would help Su better grasp the intricacies of swordplay." Xu Miaoyin obliged, and soon they were embroiled in a friendly duel. The two women, both elegantly stunning, danced with their swords in a mesmerizing display of skill. The clangs of steel filled the air, as their S-curves swayed with each movement. The display was so captivating that Su Mo found it impossible to concentrate, wholly absorbed by their graceful combat. After a stick of incense burned out, both women stood unfazed, their composure unbroken. Fei Lingsnow, impressed, mused aloud, "It seems your skills have improved since last we met." She turned her attention to Su Mo. "Su Boss, did you catch all that?" Tearing his gaze from the women, Su Mo stammered, "I saw it, but didn't quite commit it to memory." Fei Lingsnow tossed him a book. "Here, take this." Intrigued, Su Mo read the cover aloud, "The Innate Lesser Yang Sword Technique?" Paging through, he read the introduction, which described a sword technique that harnessed one's inner Yang energy—pure, firm, and potent. The more abundant one's Yang, the greater the technique's power. "Such a technique! It's incredible," Su Mo exclaimed, realizing that his Fiery Sun Vitality was akin to Yang energy, perhaps even superior. This sword technique seemed tailor-made for him. He glanced at Fei Lingsnow. How had this beautiful woman known to gift him such a perfect technique? Xu Miaoyin, listening, couldn't hide her disbelief. "Isn’t this the treasured skill of the Wudang Sect? Only their disciples have access to it. How did you come by it?" Fei Lingsnow, a sly smile on her lips, shared another surprising revelation. "Not only the sect’s prized skill but also their treasured Zhenwu Sword. I retrieved it for you." "Sujin," she called, "hand it to him." Sujin approached, handing the sheathed sword to Su Mo. Catching it, he admired the yin-yang fish motif on the hilt, exuding an ancient allure. When unsheathed, the dark blade, inscribed with seemingly naturally formed rune-like patterns, emitted a fierce presence. A gentle activation of his Fiery Sun Vitality revealed an astonishing radiance from the runes. Recalling a past simulation where the Zhenwu Sword's prowess was praised, said to grant even mortals the means to challenge demons, Su Mo felt a strange sensation. This sword and the technique—had Fei Lingsnow offered them as tokens of affection? Nonetheless, Su Mo came to terms with it quickly. Why reject such fortune? This soft life, he resolved, he would embrace fully. Gratefully accepting her gifts, he said, "Thank you, Master Fei. These will greatly aid me." Aware of Fei Lingsnow’s background, thanks to Xu Miaoyin's disclosures, there was little need for pretense. Fei Lingsnow was pleased by his straightforward acceptance of her offerings, finding joy in contributing to her beloved's strength—a blissful deed when reciprocated. “Yes, our purpose here is fulfilled. Su Boss, Xu Heroine, feel free to visit my estate for tea anytime,” Fei Lingsnow offered before swiftly departing with Sujin. Xu Miaoyin observed with neither surprise nor interruption, understanding that Fei Lingsnow had made peace with her emotions. Watching Su Mo delight in his new possessions, Xu Miaoyin sighed inwardly. Su Lang, how many more women would you entangle in your life? As time passed and the weather warmed, signs of spring’s renewal abounded. Yet, outside Linjiang City, fields remained untended, awaiting laborers. By the foot of Blackwind Mountain, seven figures astride horses gathered, led by the monk Warlord. After over a month of searching, he had rallied six highly skilled, justice-driven warriors, their zeal reinforced by the mystical jade tokens Su Mo provided. The jade “kill” token’s might, demonstrated on a river-man-eating demon fish reduced to bones, spoke volumes of its power. Monsters feared by mortals were suddenly no threat. “Let’s not linger,” urged Warlord, his confidence buoyed by the seal token. "Our target is the Black Bear Demon, but caution—its ability to siphon essence demands the token’s restraining power first." With unanimous agreement, the seven mounted and rode toward the mountaintop, ready to face their foe.