My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 362 - 262 When Princess Tan Yun Competes

Chapter 362: Chapter 262: When Princess Tan Yun Competes

Chapter 362: Chapter 262: When Princess Tan Yun Competes

The moonlight was like water, serene atop Wangjing Mountain, with only the gentle breeze and the sounds of insects and birds breaking the calm.

The majestic mountain now loomed vaguely in the darkness, appearing as towering giants in this part of the world.

At this moment, on the branches above, a few birds were quietly preening their feathers, preparing to cleanse themselves before slipping into dreams.

Just then, a dark shadow descended.

“Puchi!” “Puchi!”

The birds perched on the branches were startled, and then they scattered in panic, flying away.

This person was dressed in a simple white robe, with a stern face and dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, marked by the passage of time. He held a longsword in his hand, which was none other than the Sect Leader Sword Phoenix Sword of the Yu Heng Sword Sect.

Nowadays, the identity of the person holding this sword was well known to the world, so his identity was also self-evident.

Sword God Liu Moyuan!

Since the battle in Yujing City, Liu Moyuan had disappeared from the Great Yan Dynasty. The Yu Heng Sword Sect had also been implicated, and even sanctioned by the Great Yan Dynasty, causing the sect’s prestige to plummet. It had been removed from the ranking among the seven factions.

Unlike the Sword Demon, who hid in the marketplace, the Sword God sought seclusion deep in the mountains to cultivate, continuously enhancing his strength and comprehending the Sword Dao, hoping to one day reach the Seventh Realm.

Liu Moyuan landed on the branches without making a sound, his steps neither hurried nor slow as he walked forward.

Suddenly, a piercing light attacked him.

The sword light was not only cold but also fast!

Although he had been defeated by the Ghost Swordsman in the battle at Zhong Mountain, there were very few in the world who dared to draw their sword in front of him, almost none.

“Interesting,” he muttered.

Liu Moyuan narrowed his eyes and brought his fingers together, and immediately a sword light emerged from his fingertips.

“Hiss, hiss!”

Sword lights crossed each other, and his figure disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the person who had attacked him with the sword.

Liu Moyuan’s eyes were devoid of any emotion as he drew the Phoenix Sword from its scabbard.

The mirror-like blade reflected a venerable face in its coldness, with a bit of cold light congealed on the edge, giving the impression that Wangjing Mountain itself was shrouded in icy coldness.

The Phoenix Sword hissed like a white snake spitting out its tongue, piercing through the wind, weaving like a wandering dragon, agile as a swooping swallow, striking with the sword, and at times like lightning, leaves tumbling in its wake.

Holy Dao Sword!

The sword skill was vast and powerful as if mountains and rivers were collapsing and bearing down.

A gleam appeared in the eyes of the newcomer, who then made a move with his longsword to meet the attack.

Immense Sword Qi burst forth from the blade, carrying the supreme authority of heaven and earth, unflinchingly facing the formidable power of the Holy Dao Sword.

Heavenly Dao Sword!

In the present world, only one person had cultivated the Heavenly Dao Sword to the Sixth Realm, and that was the Sword Demon Hao Tian.

As True Qi surged around, sword lights interlaced, and the chilling aura even seemed to cause the temperature of the world to plummet abruptly.

Both were swordsmen, solitary swordsmen, and the swords in their hands represented their everything; their cold eyes were even colder than the swords they wielded.

“Clang clang clang clang clang!”

After a series of metallic clashes, both people simultaneously retreated several steps backward.

Liu Moyuan gazed at the Sword Demon before him, a cold smile on his lips, “You’re actually alive!?”

The Sword Demon had been skewered through the heart by the Ghost Swordsman’s Sword Control Technique and had fallen off a cliff; this was something Liu Moyuan had witnessed with his own eyes. But who could have imagined that the Sword Demon would now reappear before him?

Seeing Liu Moyuan’s expression, the Sword Demon chuckled, “Are you surprised?”

The Sword God retorted, “What’s the matter? Didn’t die at the hands of the Ghost Swordsman and now you’ve come to court death?”

The Sword Demon responded, “You should know better than anyone that without reaching the Five Qi, it’s almost impossible for you to kill me.”

The prowess of the two was nearly equal, and although Sword Demon’s Heavenly Dao Sword was somewhat inferior to the Holy Dao Sword, he had cultivated the Great Snow Mountain Holy Body Technique to Perfection.

Liu Moyuan pointed the Phoenix Sword in his hand at the Sword Demon, the moonlight shining on the smooth blade, reflecting a cold sword light, “Then you can give it a try.”

Hao Tian shook his head, saying, “Why bother? I’m not here to fight with you for the title of the world’s second best.”

Liu Moyuan raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

At that moment, a figure wearing exotic clothes approached.

Liu Moyuan’s eyes narrowed, “A person from Guishuang?”

The strength of this individual before him didn’t seem any less than that of the Sword Demon; it might even surpass it. Could this be a Five Qi Grandmaster?

It was known, even though the Earth Vein Spirit might have broken free from its constraints, truly powerful Five Qi Grandmasters were still rare in this world.

The newcomer saluted with a fist, “Chang Ning of the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace.”

Liu Moyuan responded icily, “I don’t know what the Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace is, nor do I have any interest in learning what it is. Just state your and his purpose directly.”

A Sword Demon was already a formidable expert to contend with, and now a Guishuang master with unfathomable strength had appeared, making the Sword God’s situation slightly perilous.

Chang Ning said, “I sincerely invite the Sword God to join our Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace as a Tributor.”

Liu Moyuan asked, “Why?”

Chang Ning replied, “The Divine Palace can help you.”

Liu Moyuan countered, “I, Liu Moyuan, do not need help from others.”

If he had obtained the Dulu Sword at Zhong Mountain, he would now be the world’s foremost swordsman—such a person surely had no need for assistance from others.

“No, you need it.”

Chang Ning burst into laughter, “You’re no match for the Ghost Swordsman, and as time passes, his cultivation will only grow stronger, and you will never be able to catch up to his pace.”

For a swordsman who could be considered among the top in history, it’s regrettable that Liu Moyuan has never been acknowledged as The World’s First Swordsman to this day.

Liu Moyuan shook his head, “Do you have a way to make me The World’s First Swordsman?”

“Yes.”

“What method?”

“Kill the Ghost Swordsman.”

Liu Moyuan laughed out loud when he heard Chang Ning’s words, “Do you know who he is? His Sword Dao strength is definitely above mine right now; his cultivation is also above mine, and he holds the Dulu Sword and the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hands. Can you kill him?”

Chang Ning confidently said, “There’s no one our Divine Palace can’t kill.”

Liu Moyuan thought of something and asked with suspicion, “Could the one who severely wounded the Great Yan Emperor Zhao Zhiwu be from your Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace?”

Chang Ning’s expression became somewhat solemn, “That was a master from the Black Ice Platform, also one of the Great Grandmasters lurking in the world.”

The Black Ice Platform actually has a Great Grandmaster?!

Liu Moyuan’s face remained unchanged upon hearing this, but his heart was set ablaze with shocking waves.

Previously, he thought that there were no longer any Great Grandmasters in the world, so the revelation of Zhao Zhiwu breaking through to Great Grandmaster had greatly shaken him. Now, he just learned that the Black Ice Platform also had a Great Grandmaster amongst them.

Who would have imagined the waters of this world are so deep?!

Liu Moyuan pondered deeply, considering that a great change was imminent in the world, and signs were already appearing. Joining the mysterious Heavenly Slaughter Divine Palace to understand the situation might also be a good choice.

“This person is still under investigation by the Divine Palace.”

Chang Ning looked at Liu Moyuan, “Having more friends means having more paths. I wonder if you would be willing to join our Divine Palace? Of course, the Divine Palace will not make things difficult for you.”

The Sword Demon stood by without speaking, merely sheathing his sword into the scabbard.

Because, he could no longer feel the sharpness in the air.

After a moment of consideration, Liu Moyuan nodded, “Alright, then I will cooperate with your palace.”

In the world as it is today, the power of one person always seems insufficient. After all, the sword is in his hands, isn’t it up to him to decide whether to unsheathe it or not?

……

In the height of summer, a faint fragrance of flowers permeated the air, and through the gaps in the trees, the sun scattered spots of light. The gentle rays of sunshine spread throughout the summertime, as if time was frozen in this tranquil moment, lingering quietly, and everything seemed hazy.

In the courtyard, there was a camphor tree that shaded the sky, its leaves lush and green, casting dappled shadows as the sunlight filtered through.

An Jing lounged in the shade of the tree, holding a freshly brewed cup of fragrant tea, enjoying the rare leisure of the afternoon.

Next to him, Han Wenxin was leaning against a chair, his snoring rhythmic and regular.

Just then, Li Fuzhou walked over from a distance and smiled, “Son-in-law, there’s news from the Sect Hierarch.”

An Jing put down his teacup and asked eagerly, “What did the lady say?”

Li Fuzhou smiled, “The Sect Hierarch will leave seclusion in two days and she will come to Yujing City in person.”

“Good.”

Hearing Li Fuzhou say that, An Jing also started to look forward to it. Zhao Qingmei, now having received all of Nangong Weiping’s cultivation, was of unknown strength. Even if she hadn’t reached Great Grandmaster, her skills were probably at the level of a Five Qi Grandmaster.

The path ahead could only be traversed through her own cultivation.

Given her young age, if there were no accidents, breaking through to Great Grandmaster would not be difficult.

“I’m here!”

Suddenly, a crisp voice echoed.

Hearing this familiar voice, both An Jing and Li Fuzhou revealed a hint of a smile at the corners of their mouths.

A figure rushed over excitedly from a distance.

The person who arrived was none other than Tan Yun.

Li Fuzhou, with his hands clasped behind his back, said indifferently, “You still remember to come see your master?”

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, son-in-law.”

Tan Yun went up to An Jing, her large watery eyes looking up at him.

Li Fuzhou: “…..”

An Jing laughed heartily, “It has been a while, what have you been up to all this time?”

Tan Yun immediately became excited and chattered away, “I’ve been reading books. I’ve discovered so many unheard-of things in them. There are books that introduce places like Guishuang, the Buddhist lands, and exotic locales with customs entirely different from ours. They really open one’s eyes. I really want to go and see Guishuang and even farther places like Outer Heaven Island.”

Tan Yun’s words flew with enthusiasm, becoming more and more excited as she spoke.

Li Fuzhou looked surprised and asked, “You’re reading books now?”

He was well aware of Tan Yun’s usual disposition.

Startled by this ‘sudden’ voice as if she were a frightened rabbit, Tan Yun patted her chest and said, “Master, when did you get here?!”

An Jing could clearly see Li Fuzhou’s face darken instantly.

Tan Yun also noticed Han Wenxin, who was snoring on the chair, her eyes widening in disbelief, “Isn’t that Han Wenxin, the little rascal?”

Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Li Fuzhou said in a low voice, “You still remember him?”

“Of course I can’t forget.”

“`

Tan Yun waved her little fist triumphantly and said, “He must remember ‘me’ too.”

So that was it.

Seeing this, An Jing thought of the times Han Wenxin had often mentioned being beaten up by a man in black, and now it seemed that the truth was indeed such.

Han Wenxin seemed to sense something too, shivering slightly before groggily opening his eyes, “Brother An, it’s clearly the height of summer; why do I feel a bit cold?”

An Jing said, “It might be a cold heart.”

Han Wenxin was somewhat puzzled and, upon seeing Tan Yun, said, “Isn’t that Miss Tan? It has been a long time.”

Tan Yun smiled and replied, “Yes, it has been a long time.”

For some reason, looking at Tan Yun’s smiling face made his heart tremble even more.

Tan Yun paid no attention to Han Wenxin but turned to look at An Jing and said, “Son-in-law, the weather is nice today, let’s go out for a walk.”

An Jing nodded and said, “Sure, let’s go together.”

Han Wenxin also said with a joyous face, “Let’s go, let’s go, I’ve almost suffocated here…”

He had long wanted to go out for a stroll, but now An Jing was as unmovable as Mount Tai.

Tan Yun glanced at Han Wenxin, who felt like a pair of sharp knives were stabbing into his heart, and he swallowed his words quickly.

Holding An Jing’s arm, Tan Yun said, “If the capture officer doesn’t want to go, let’s go, son-in-law.”

Han Wenxin grumbled inwardly, “It’s clearly you who threatened me.”

Li Fuzhou, who was standing by, saw everything and wasn’t sure whether to feel amused or uneasy, but he knew that matters of affection should not be forced. He didn’t want to interfere in anyone’s affections, as everyone had their own thoughts and rights.

Clatter, clatter, clatter…

A series of footsteps sounded as a high-ranking expert from the Demon Sect hurried over, “Tributor, Sect Master, Princess An Le has arrived.”

Tan Yun frowned and asked, “Why has she come?”

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An Jing instructed, “Take her to the guest hall.”

“There’s no need.”

As soon as An Jing had finished speaking, Zhao Xuening appeared from afar, adorned in a light purple palace dress that added a touch of allure and charm, with eyes that seemed to captivate souls.

Accompanying Zhao Xuening were two mammas, both of whose cultivation levels were at First Grade, making them top-notch experts in Jianghu.

What a beautiful person!

Han Wenxin couldn’t help but secretly swallow his saliva at the sight of such peerless beauty.

Zhao Xuening smiled at An Jing and said, “This time I come not in the capacity of a princess, but merely to see Mr. An and fulfill a past promise, so there’s no need for such courtesy.”

An Jing’s eyes held a touch of bewilderment, “The past promise?”

Zhao Xuening earnestly said, “I once said I would show you the four sights of Yujing.”

An Jing thought back carefully, and indeed, Zhao Xuening had mentioned wanting to take him to see the four sights of Yujing City.

At that moment, before An Jing could speak, Tan Yun said, “There’s no need, the son-in-law doesn’t feel like sightseeing today.”

Zhao Xuening asked, “Oh? Mr. An doesn’t want to go?”

Holding An Jing’s arm, Tan Yun said, “That’s right, the son-in-law is feeling unwell and it’s not convenient to go out.”

Feeling unwell…

Han Wenxin smacked his lips, thinking that An Jing didn’t look the least bit unwell, appearing as robust as a bull. Neither of you two is likely his match.

Zhao Xuening chuckled and said, “Since Mr. An isn’t feeling well, then I shall keep him company and chat for a while.”

Tan Yun didn’t expect Zhao Xuening to fall back and persist, her face suddenly flushing red, “There’s no need, I can keep the son-in-law company.”

“Oh?”

Zhao Xuening finally turned to look at Tan Yun, her tone shifting, “Every time I speak to Mr. An, why do you always interrupt and obstruct, could it be that you…?”

Han Wenxin quickly glanced towards Tan Yun.

Seeing this, Tan Yun’s face turned even redder, and she said indignantly, “I didn’t, I certainly didn’t, you are slandering me.”

Zhao Xuening smiled and said, “Miss Tan, don’t get worked up, I haven’t really said anything yet.”

Tan Yun then came to her senses, her gaze inadvertently turning to An Jing, to find that his expression had remained unchanged from beginning to end, causing a wave of disappointment in her heart. But then a thought struck her and she blurted out, “The Sect Hierarch had once instructed me to keep a close eye on the son-in-law, not to let him flirt around outside. Of course, the son-in-law wouldn’t, but I still need to be wary of certain brazen butterflies that might throw themselves at him.”

An Jing’s expression darkened, it seemed his wife really didn’t trust him, planting countless spies around him — maybe even Li Fuzhou, this bushy-browed fellow, was unreliable.

Zhao Xuening still wore a smile, but internally she let out a cold snort, good for you, Tan Yun, very good.

Li Fuzhou, witnessing this, chided in a low voice: “Tan Yun, it seems I haven’t taught you for some time, allowing you to become increasingly presumptuous.”

Upon hearing Li Fuzhou speak, Tan Yun instantly felt fearful and immediately stopped talking.

Li Fuzhou bowed to Zhao Xuening and said, “My young apprentice is inexperienced; she spoke without thinking. I hope the princess won’t take it to heart.”

Zhao Xuening laughed heartily, “No, I actually find Miss Tan quite adorable, like a calf guarding its food.”

Tan Yun turned away, ignoring Zhao Xuening’s laughter, feeling the flames of anger burning within her, as if the laughter were a silent mockery.

Meanwhile, Han Wenxin sighed in admiration, “Brother An is truly a role model.”

“Princess, it’s getting late, let’s leave the sightseeing for another time.”

An Jing smiled and said, “I’ve arranged a banquet; we can enjoy a good drink.”

If Zhao Qingmei found out about this, who knew what trouble she would stir up, but since Zhao Xuening had come, it would be rude not to show some hospitality.

“`

“That sounds good.”

Zhao Xuening revealed a smile at the corner of her mouth, “Today, I shall drink to my heart’s content with Master An.”

An Jing extended his hand and said, “Please.”

…..

At the banquet.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.

An Jing sat at the head of the table, with Princess An Le Zhao Xuening, Li Fuzhou, Tan Yun, Han Wenxin, and others sitting below him.

But Han Wenxin was drinking sullenly by himself, feeling constantly aggrieved at the injustices of the world.

Truly, some die of drought and others of floods.

Zhao Xuening’s eyes were always on An Jing, and Li Fuzhou, being an old fox, naturally discerned her intentions.

“If the son-in-law could handle both the princess and the Sect Hierarch at the same time,” Li Fuzhou thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing Tan Yun, who was staring intensely at Zhao Xuening, and muttered to himself that he mustn’t let Tan Yun ruin the big picture.

Immediately, Li Fuzhou coughed lightly and said, “Tan Yun, your master feels somewhat intoxicated. Help me back to rest.”

Tan Yun was holding chopsticks, incessantly lifting food to her mouth and chewing, but her eyes were watchfully directed at Zhao Xuening, “Let that young lad Han Wenxin accompany you, I want to keep watch.”

Han Wenxin, moved by the suggestion, said, “Let’s go, Third Master.”

Just as Li Fuzhou was about to speak, he saw Han Wenxin’s lips part and silently mouth a phrase to him.

An Jing saw clearly, the phrase was ‘visiting the brothel to listen to music.’

Li Fuzhou pretended to be reluctant and said, “Alright then.”

Saying this, the young and the old almost left arm in arm from the banquet.

Shameless!

Utterly shameless!

An Jing watched their retreating figures, silently cursing in his heart.

Zhao Xuening too noticed Tan Yun, who had been constantly watching her, and said, “Miss Tan, I’ve heard you were once a renowned heroine in Jianghu. Here, a toast to you.”

Tan Yun initially did not want to pay attention to Zhao Xuening, but hearing her words, she raised her glass and said, “Your Highness is too polite.”

Zhao Xuening downed a cup in one go, and naturally, Tan Yun also didn’t want to show weakness and drank a large cup herself.

Just when Tan Yun thought she was done, Zhao Xuening raised her cup again and said, “Miss Tan, to your swordsmanship, let’s drink this cup!”

An Jing, seeing this, couldn’t help but say, “Cough cough cough, don’t drink too much.”

Tan Yun waved her hand, unconcerned, “It’s nothing, this is just a little wine.”

Zhao Xuening raised another cup and said, “Miss Tan is truly a heroine. It has been a long time since I’ve seen a heroine with such boldness, let us drink another.”

The so-called ‘compliments never wear holes’; hearing Zhao Xuening speak thus, Tan Yun immediately felt as if she was floating on air. She filled her cup to the brim and started drinking.

The two women exchanged toasts and drank turn by turn, unwittingly downing several cups.

An Jing watched from the side, initially wanting to intervene with a word or two, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was met with two icy cold stares.

Tan Yun’s face was flushed red, like a ripened apple, “Come, let’s continue… continue, today I’ll show you just how formidable I, Tan Yun, am.”

Before she could lift her cup again, she collapsed onto the table, her rosy lips faintly parting and closing, appearing extremely adorable.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xuening maintained an expression as calm as still water, seemingly unaffected, and turned to An Jing, “Master An, next let’s drink, just the two of us.”

An Jing, as he picked up his cup, said, “Then I shall accompany the princess for a few light drinks.”

Zhao Xuening said, “What’s the fun in just a few light drinks? If one is to drink, it should be done heartily.”

An Jing smiled, “The princess has already had quite a lot; are you sure you can drink more?”

Zhao Xuening’s eyes held a shimmer like spring water, “Why not? If Master An is willing, Xuening can drink as much as she wants, for as long as she wants, even for a lifetime.”

An Jing set down his cup and whispered, “Your Highness has had too much to drink.”

“Had too much?”

Zhao Xuening said with a playful smile, “Master An, look into my eyes, do you think I’ve had too much?”

An Jing, staring into those captivating eyes, felt as though flames were burning all over his body, that unrestrained desire assaulting him with no attempt at concealment.

“Your Highness…”

“I told you, just call me Xuening.”

“Your Highness jokes.”

Zhao Xuening set down her cup and looked earnestly at An Jing, “I am serious, there has never been a more serious moment than now.”

Among the many women An Jing had encountered, Zhao Xuening was an exceptionally beautiful one, carrying an innate aura of grace and freedom. Now, with her transformation, she had become even more composed and intelligent, which undeniably made her even more attractive.

An Jing wanted to speak yet hesitated, and in the end, he didn’t say a word.

But his silence only emboldened Zhao Xuening more and more, to become increasingly audacious.

Zhao Xuening took steps towards An Jing until they were face to face, their eyes locked.

Then, her delicate hand slowly reached out, and under An Jing’s gaze, she took his cup and drained it with a cheerful smile.

….