Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 231 - 141: Losing the Wife and the Troops_3

Chapter 231: Chapter 141: Losing the Wife and the Troops_3

Heavenly Demon Technique!

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In another cabin.

Because the injury on Zhang Que’er’s arm, inflicted earlier by Yan Changqing, had not yet fully healed, Er Liang carried a medicine box, carefully applying a salve to heal the wound on Zhang Que’er’s arm.

"Er Liang, today... I’m sorry today."

Zhang Que’er softly apologized.

Er Liang smiled and shook her little head, blaming herself: "Actually, it’s also my fault. I shouldn’t have sparred with you, Que’er."

Hearing "sparring," a layer of gloom surfaced again at the bottom of Zhang Que’er’s eyes.

She stared blankly at Er Liang’s face.

After nourishment from meals over time, plus some nurturing treasures from the heavens and earth given by Jiang Yi, the little girl’s figure had visibly filled out a bit, and her skin had improved a lot.

No longer as skinny as before, she didn’t look malnourished anymore.

And her face, it looked much more delicate than in the past.

"Er Liang, why did Mr. Yan choose you as his apprentice and not me?"

Zhang Que’er asked softly.

In the shadows of the candlelight, the girl’s face took on a somewhat dim complexion.

Er Liang helplessly pouted, "I don’t know either. Actually, I don’t like practicing swordsmanship; I just like to cook. I want to become impressive like Jinxiu."

Er Liang thought about her culinary skills that showed hardly any progress, and sighed with worry.

Listening to the girl’s heartfelt words, Zhang Que’er felt a myriad of unpleasant emotions, her resentment increasing to her heart once again when she thought about Yan Changqing’s differential treatment of the two of them.

Zhang Que’er forced a smile and couldn’t help but speak sarcastically, "Maybe you are just more talented than me. It’s normal for Yan Changqing to look down on me. You are the future Sword Immortal, admired by thousands. And I’m merely a worthless weed, how could I qualify to compare with you."

Er Liang, naïve, did not catch the sarcasm from the girl and shook her head,

"I think Master doesn’t look down on you; his swordsmanship probably just isn’t right for you. And Que’er, you are very impressive.

Besides Jinxiu, the one I admire the most is you. You’re only a few months older than me, and yet your cultivation is so formidable. If we really talk about the Sword Immortal, it’s definitely going to be you in the future."

Zhang Que’er sneered, originally wanting to speak ironically, but when she looked into Er Liang’s clear, untarnished eyes, she swallowed back the hurtful words.

She turned and stared at the dull window, listening to the rain, blankly lost in thought.

Under the kerosene lamp, one person was in the light, another in the dark.

The two of similar ages, with entirely different personalities, had entirely different destinies.

Deep into the night, the two girls went to bed.

Although there were many rooms in the courtyard, Er Liang and Zhang Que’er still slept in the same room, on the same bed.

Er Liang thought about what to cook the next day, and as she did, she drifted into a deep sleep.

The young girl, with few concerns, slept soundly.

Zhang Que’er, however, tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep.

She remembered the horrifying way her sister died, the way her father passed away, the gaunt visage of her mother on the sickbed, Nalan Xie and Qing, whom she had killed... The pent-up savage energy within the young girl’s petite chest surged, as if it were devouring everything.

She also recalled Yan Changqing’s words "I don’t rate you," the scene of being hit by Yan Changqing, and again the memory of today’s sparring session, when Er Liang had a stick pointed at her chest...

The girl tightly clenched her delicate fist, her tender fingertips pressing so hard that her sharp nails nearly pierced her soft palm, looking as though blood might emerge at any moment.

Where exactly do I fall short? Why does he look down on me?

Zhang Que’er looked at Er Liang sleeping beside her, at the tranquil and serene expression of the lovely girl, her gaze as dark and icy as ever.

What do I lack compared to you!?

Jealousy, and indignation, like a venomous snake, bit hard at the girl’s heart. They seemed to turn into countless little snake sprouts, infiltrating every part of her body.

In the girl’s eyes, a hint of crimson surfaced.

She looked at Er Liang’s slender neck, her breathing gradually growing heavier...

At this moment, the girl exuded an aura of malevolence.

Outside, the sound of the rain intensified, with raindrops the size of grapes pattering loudly, causing the roof tiles to tremble.

Suddenly, a streak of lightning cast a bright, faded glow into the curtain-like darkness, illuminating half of the sky.

Amid the crack of thunder, Zhang Que’er suddenly awoke, and under the stark white flash of the lightning, she saw her hand resting on Er Liang’s neck — Er Liang was in deep sleep, totally unaware.

Zhang Que’er looked at the peacefully sleeping girl, her face a complex mix of emotions.

With another thunderous boom, Er Liang subconsciously trembled, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly. Among the thunder, the girl curled up her petite body, like a frail little rabbit.

Zhang Que’er saw this and felt somewhat dazed.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who also feared thunder like this, curling up her body like a tiny hamster.

And then, a gentle girl would be holding her, whispering words of comfort into her ear, "Don’t be afraid, Que’er, sister is here, and I will always protect you."

Zhang Que’er was in tears.

She gently embraced Er Liang in her arms, and the harshness and murderous intent from before were replaced by tenderness and guilt.

The girl said softly, "Don’t be afraid, Er Liang, sister is here, and I will always protect you."

Thunder rumbled across the sky.

The frail girl in her sleep gradually relaxed her furrowed brow.

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"Puh—"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Jiang Yi.

The breath that she had finally gathered in her Dantian instantly dispersed.

"No... I didn’t succeed... "

Jiang Yi gasped for air, beads of sweat dripping down, her pale cheeks making her look like a bewitching ghost at this moment, eerie and flamboyant.

Suddenly, she heard the urgent cries of Xia He from next door.

Jiang Yi was startled and hurriedly got up to rush outside. A gust of wind and torrential rain poured in, bringing a chill that made her shiver in her thin silk dress.

She had no time to turn back and add more clothing, heading straight for the neighboring room and pushing open the door.

There, on the bed, Xia He was lying naked with a look of anxiousness on her face.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shouzhong lay rigidly, his entire body flushed as if he had just been plucked from hot water, his eyes tightly shut, his body convulsing now and then.

"What happened?"

Jiang Yi rushed forward and asked.

Xia He instinctively turned back, stunned for a moment at the sight of the almost naked madam, then quickly regained her composure and said with a sobbing voice, "I... I don’t know what happened; Jiang Mo suddenly became like this."

Jiang Yi’s brows creased as she closely examined the man’s body.

When she saw comrade Jiang’s condition, Jiang Yi was stunned for a few seconds, then turned her pretty face away and cursed, "You stinky kid, quite impressive indeed."

The madam’s heart fluttered with trepidation.

She steadied her emotions and continued the examination, and soon, her eyes widened in shock, "This kid actually has residual Heavenly Demon Energy in him! That shouldn’t be possible."

Jiang Yi looked at Xia He, "Has he ever fought with someone who practiced the Heavenly Demon Technique before?"

Xia He shook her head blankly.

She was unaware of the detailed events that had occurred with Jiang Shouzhong in the underground palace.

Jiang Yi, looking at the pained expression on Jiang Shouzhong’s face, said lightly, "This fellow was almost possessed by someone who had practiced the Heavenly Demon Technique before. Although the possessor didn’t succeed, they left behind some Demon Energy in his body, which probably even Yan Changqing did not detect. Demon Energy only emerges during intimate moments between a man and a woman; if mishandled, it can be lethal."

Xia He turned pale with fright, "Madam, what... what should we do then?"

Jiang Yi’s expression fluctuated.

Finally, she stomped her foot in anger, her beautiful face flushing as she cursed, "You rotten kid, I really owe you from a past life."

She flipped her wrist, and a bead appeared in her palm.

Xia He’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened as she realized the bead was exactly like the Divine Jade Bead she had taken.

The bead shone with a soft and nourishing light as if retrieved from water.

The only difference was that this bead emitted a faintly sweet fragrance of musk and a slight fishy odor.

The girl was somewhat puzzled.

She did not see where the madam had pulled it from.

Jiang Yi gently parted Jiang Shouzhong’s lips and carefully placed the Divine Jade Bead inside.

As the bead slid down his throat and into his stomach, the man’s originally abnormal skin color gradually faded back to normal. The convulsions also slowly ceased until he finally fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

Jiang Yi clenched her teeth, "I’ve lost both the madam and the soldiers, a hefty loss indeed."

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Dawn arrived, and the eastern sky was lit with a soft lavender hue and the white of the fish belly.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the charming visage of Xia He.

"Jiang Mo, are you okay?"

Seeing that the man had finally awakened, the worry that had hung in the girl’s heart instantly dissipated. Her usually icy cheeks seemed to melt in the sunlight, radiating breathtaking beauty.

Jiang Shouzhong patted his slightly muddled head and asked in confusion, "What happened to me?"

Xia He was about to reply when Jiang Shouzhong suddenly smacked his lips, furrowed his brows, and asked curiously, "Did Er Liang’s meal yesterday... include seafood?"