“You ask where I am going? What an excellent question!” “Where do I~ come from? Where does my heart belong...”
“A grateful heart, thank you for being there, accompanying me all my life, giving me the courage to be myself...”
“Shut up!”
Heavy breathing, a rising and falling chest—gnashing teeth was not enough to express one's speechlessness and fury.
“Little Xuexue, although I know you will be incredibly loath to part with me, I'm going home now. Stop throwing a tantrum, okay?”
Zhang Mingyuan opened his eyes and looked with a face full of “affection” at Su Jinxue, who had already arrived at the Star-Plucking Platform.
This woman was still as beautiful as ever. Red robes, bare feet, a pair of killer, long legs, and those... red eyes, like the setting sun, or a solitary spark burning in a snowy wilderness...
The only fly in the ointment was that face of hers, which was still cold enough to suffocate someone.
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes darted around, and he looked at his dear disciple, Chu Jinghong, who was splayed on the ground.
“Holy crap, Jinghong, what's wrong with you? Why are you sprawling on the ground?
“Didn't you see Palace Master Su—oh, wait, Immortal Lord Su's grand arrival?
“Why haven't you served tea? Ah, seriously, you rebellious disciple, you're so unreliable!”
Immediately after, he put on an extremely flattering smile and said to the owner of the hand holding him up:
“Little Xuexue, why don't you let me down? I'll personally serve you tea!
“Also, look, why don't you rein in your aura? The hundred thousand disciples of my Holy Land are all good seedlings, but they're about to wet themselves from your immortal pressure!
“If word of this gets out, saying that a grand Red Dust Immortal like you is bullying a bunch of juniors, how embarrassing would that be!”
The moment his voice fell, the large hand pinching the back of his neck gave his flesh a vicious twist!
Zhang Mingyuan shrieked in pain like a slaughtered pig.
“Shut up! Who permitted you to address this Seat that way?”
Su Jinxue's voice was as cold as ever, but Zhang Mingyuan still keenly sensed that the terrifying pressure enveloping the entire Qingyun Heaven was slowly dissipating.
On the martial arts arena, the hundred thousand disciples groveling on the ground finally felt the invisible mountain on their backs vanish.
They collapsed onto the ground one by one, panting heavily, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
“Li—”
“Hmm?”
“Uh, Immortal Lord Su!” Zhang Mingyuan quickly corrected himself with an intense desire to survive.
“I wonder what brings you to my humble Qingyun Heaven? Why didn't you notify this little brother in advance so I could tidy up my humble abode and line up a welcoming party?”
This extremely sycophantic, subservient display made Lingxuzi's eye twitch repeatedly.
Was this still the lawless Holy Lord of Qingyun Heaven, Zhang Mingyuan, who valued the word “face” more than his own life?
Seeing him like this only made Su Jinxue angrier.
For nearly five thousand years, what she despised most was this grinning, improper attitude of his!
She was about to teach him another lesson when her nose suddenly caught a whiff of a familiar, refreshing tea aroma.
This scent...
It was the scent of the ten-thousand-year Enlightenment Tea tree on the Snowy Peak of her Myriad Snow Palace!
Su Jinxue's movements paused, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as an aura far more dangerous than before instantly locked onto Zhang Mingyuan.
“Zhang Mingyuan!”
This call by his full name made Zhang Mingyuan's heart skip a beat, and he thought to himself that things were going south.
But his face still wore a flattering smile. “What's wrong, Immortal Lord Su...?”
“You stole from my Myriad Snow Palace again!”
As her voice fell, the clouds in the sky rolled backward. A jade-white finger larger than a mountain tore through the cloud layer.
Trailing endless sparks and pressure, it pressed straight down toward the main peak of the Qingyun Heaven Holy Land!
Under this single finger, let alone Qingyun Heaven, even everything within a radius of a million miles would be reduced to powder!
Su Jinxue was truly furious.
Today, if this damned thief did not give her an explanation, she would annihilate Qingyun Heaven!
“Immortal Lord, please wait! Please wait! I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you!” Zhang Mingyuan was scared out of wits. How could he have forgotten about this!
However, that world-destroying finger did not pause in the slightest, still descending slowly with an unrivaled momentum.
Doomsday had arrived!
“I was wrong, I was wrong! Great Aunt Su, I was truly wrong!
“You can do whatever you want to me! You can even take me and slice me up!
“The hundred thousand disciples of my Qingyun Heaven are innocent!” Zhang Mingyuan shrieked at the top of his lungs.
Hearing this, those breathtakingly beautiful red lips finally curled up slightly.
“Hmph.”
With a soft snort, the giant finger vanished into thin air.
But disappearing along with it was the continuous stretch of ten thousand acres of spiritual fields in the back mountain of the Qingyun Heaven Holy Land, which Zhang Mingyuan cherished as his very lifeblood.
It was filled with all kinds of natural treasures, many of which were grown from seeds he had “taken” from Su Jinxue and painstakingly cultivated for over a thousand years!
Zhang Mingyuan stared blankly at the sky, then sensed the bare, empty ground in the back mountain. His heart twitched violently. It hurt—it hurt so much!
The pain was so agonizing he could barely breathe!
Seeing Zhang Mingyuan's expression, which looked as if his own father had died, Su Jinxue's mood instantly improved a lot.
She detested this fellow to the absolute limit.
So much so that after she attained immortality, the first thought that popped into her head was not to announce it to the world and celebrate with everyone,
but to come and find trouble with this damned guy.
In just that brief moment, she had already thought of a thousand ways to torture Zhang Mingyuan in her mind!
Every single one of them was utterly malicious!
For example, from now on, she would make Zhang Mingyuan her personal servant and only allow him to cultivate for no more than four hours a day.
Or, for example, she would eat the exotic spiritual melons that Zhang Mingyuan loved most every day, but forbid him from having any, making him watch helplessly!
And she would make this guy, who had been proud for five thousand years, wash her feet every night, humiliating him to the extreme...
Meanwhile, looking at Su Jinxue's cold, smiling expression, Zhang Mingyuan knew this woman must be plotting some wicked scheme!
He, Zhang Mingyuan, the grand Holy Lord of Qingyun Heaven, a Mahayana Stage expert, and an extremely renowned top master of the entire Xuanling Realm.
Today, how was he going to escape?
This was truly a difficult question!
What was he supposed to do!
He regretted it. Why on earth did he provoke this woman in the first place!
Was he just looking for trouble because he was bored out of his mind!
However, right at this moment, a voice rang out like a clap of thunder.
It was Chu Jinghong.
He knelt on both knees, bowed deeply to Su Jinxue, and yelled with all his might the phrase he had imagined for a long time, believing it to be the most touching:
“Master's Wife! Please stop giving Master a hard time! He knows he was wrong about what happened in the past!”
As his voice fell, even the air above the Star-Plucking Platform fell into an absolute, dead silence.
Beside them, Lingxuzi, who was trying his best to reduce his presence, had just raised his teacup to calm his nerves.
Upon hearing this, with a loud splutter, he almost spat out the Enlightenment Tea he had just sipped.
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