Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 676 - 335: No Woman in His Heart_2

Chapter 676: Chapter 335: No Woman in His Heart_2

Niuniu was very resistant to intimacy with women, mainly because of the shadow left by Li Nanshuang and Ran Qingchen in the past.

Li Nanshuang, that violent woman, loved to beat it up—this went without saying.

Jiang Shouzhong, for the sake of treating Ran Qingchen’s injuries, almost milked it dry. This left Niuniu deeply hurt, so whenever it saw a woman close to its master, it instinctively felt fear and rejection.

However, when Qu Hongling released the demon nature within her, Niuniu felt it had encountered one of its own, and started to show affection.

All living creatures in the world, dragons and phoenixes reign supreme.

Qu Hongling, this one-of-a-kind little phoenix of the world, naturally commanded reverence and closeness from demonic beings deep within their hearts.

As for Yelü Miaomiao, Niuniu didn’t spare her a glance.

It wouldn’t even let her touch its tail.

This infuriated Yelü Miaomiao immensely, and she outright declared she would chop off the bull’s horns and take them back to her boudoir as toys to replace Comrade Jiang.

...

With Fang Ziheng always being an annoying third wheel, Jiang Shouzhong could only helplessly lend his extra carriage to the man for recovery.

Inside the carriage, seeing Fang Ziheng’s complexion improve, Jiang Shouzhong asked:

"Where do you plan to go now? I’m heading to Zhenxuan Mountain. If we’re on the same route, I can take you there. If not, you’ll have to travel on your own."

Upon hearing the three words "Zhenxuan Mountain," Fang Ziheng’s gaze lit up.

He glanced at the sword in his hand and said, "Young Master Jiang, I, too, wish to go to Zhenxuan Mountain."

Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brows, "Why would you go there?"

"My young master wants to seek a sword," said the attendant student beside him.

"Seek a sword?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression turned peculiar.

Fang Ziheng nodded lightly, "Grandfather said my Sword Dao has hit a bottleneck, and I can only break through by seeking opportunities everywhere. The Sword Dao of Zhenxuan Mountain ranks among the top in the Jianghu, so I want to try my luck."

Seeing the fiery determination in the other’s eyes, Jiang Shouzhong laughed and said:

"As the third young master of Famous Sword Villa, going to Zhenxuan Mountain to seek a sword—isn’t that absurd? The people of the Jianghu will surely laugh at you."

Fang Ziheng shook his head, "I don’t think so. Regardless of what status I hold, right now I am simply a Sword Cultivator, nothing more. If Famous Sword Villa cannot provide what I need for my Sword Dao, then I will seek it elsewhere.

The ridicule of Jianghu folk is their concern; I have no need to pay attention. On the path of seeking the Dao, one must learn to let go and take hold—only then can achievements be made."

Jiang Shouzhong nodded silently.

No wonder Master was willing to mentor him patiently back then—this guy was clearly born to practice swordsmanship.

"Alright then, we’ll head to Zhenxuan Mountain together."

Jiang Shouzhong agreed, then turned to the attendant student, "What about him? In Minzhou, I heard he was trafficked. Do you plan to send him back home?"

"I absolutely don’t want to go home; I want to stay by the young master’s side," the attendant student quickly hugged Fang Ziheng’s arm.

Fang Ziheng pondered for a moment and said, "For now, let Little Guo stay with me. Once I’ve finished seeking the sword, I’ll send him back home. If his parents don’t want him, he can stay with me, and I’ll teach him swordsmanship."

The attendant student pouted and mumbled, "They definitely won’t want me."

"What kind of parents wouldn’t want their own child?"

Fang Ziheng patted the boy’s head.

Jiang Shouzhong patted Fang Ziheng on the shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"Seek your sword well. When your swordsmanship improves, let’s spar—we still have a score to settle. You owe me... uh, ten swords. I’m vindictive, but for your grandfather’s sake, I’ll let it slide for now."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shouzhong’s words elicited a disdainful look from the attendant student.

"Braggart. My young master’s swordsmanship is way better than yours."

Earlier, Jiang Shouzhong had used his flying sword to help them out but didn’t reveal himself, so neither of them knew Jiang Shouzhong’s true abilities.

Even Fang Ziheng thought these words were overconfident.

When they first met, Jiang Shouzhong had been an ordinary person with no cultivation whatsoever. Even with guidance from the Sword Demon, there was no way he could surpass Fang Ziheng in such a short span of time.

Besides, after his own closed-door training, Fang Ziheng had already reached the Great Profound Sect Master Realm.

How could Jiang Shouzhong possibly be stronger?

But considering the man was their savior, Fang Ziheng refrained from saying any sarcastic remarks and simply nodded with a smile, "I’ll train diligently."

Jiang Shouzhong ignored the attendant student’s contempt and returned to the front carriage.

After Jiang Shouzhong left, the attendant student blinked his bright eyes and whispered, "Young Master, those three sisters are so beautiful, like fairies. It would be great if one of them could become my master’s wife."

Fang Ziheng was taken aback and chuckled, lightly tapping the boy’s head, "Don’t speak nonsense. Those are Jiang’s women."

"All three of them?"

The attendant student looked skeptical.

Fang Ziheng shook his head, "The young lady in the carriage isn’t clear, but the other two ladies clearly have a close bond with Jiang, evidently his women."

The attendant student grumbled, "That guy doesn’t seem any different. Sure, he’s handsome, but how could three fairy-like sisters fall for him? Must’ve been sheer dumb luck. Young Master, why don’t you go steal one—"

"Don’t say such things!"

Fang Ziheng sternly rebuked.

The boy flinched, shrinking back into the corner, silent in fear.

It seemed to be the first time he’d seen the young master angry, leaving his face pale.

Childish remarks...

Seeing the boy’s pitiful appearance, Fang Ziheng softened his heart, swallowing the harsher words he originally intended to say.

He shook his head lightly and closed his eyes in meditation.

Though the three women in the carriage were certainly startlingly beautiful, he had genuinely no interest.

Since the day he first grasped a sword, his heart had been filled only with the sword.

The sword was his woman.

If he had ever felt something for a woman, it was only the youthful stirring in his heart upon seeing his beautiful sister-in-law in his teenage years.

She had been his eldest brother’s first wife.

Gentle, virtuous, stunning...

Unfortunately, when she passed away, that youthful yearning faded along with her.

As for the woman his elder brother later remarried, Fang Ziheng disliked her greatly, and after his closed-door training, he heard that Grandfather had killed her.

Though he didn’t know the reason, Fang Ziheng trusted that Grandfather wouldn’t kill without cause.

"With no woman in your heart, drawing the sword becomes divine..."

Fang Ziheng quietly muttered to himself.

...

Jiang Shouzhong thought the journey might encounter obstacles, but to his surprise, the road ahead proved smooth and peaceful.

After a day’s travel, the group finally arrived at the territory of Zhenxuan Mountain.

However, the mountain road ahead was difficult to traverse. Carriages could no longer pass, forcing the group to walk to the sect’s entrance.

Being a Taoist sacred site, locals came in crowds to offer incense.

From a distance, the towering peaks seemed shrouded in misty smoke, exuding an ethereal, transcendent aura.

"It seems to have a touch of immortal qi."

Qu Hongling looked toward the distant mountain and couldn’t help but feel awe.

Yelü Miaomiao sneered, "I see no immortal qi—just the stench of money."

Clearly, the girl had noticed the wealthy families on the road bringing chests of obvious gold and silver treasures for offerings and decided to mock them.

Yelü Miaomiao suddenly remarked, "The Empress Dowager has always wanted to visit this Taoist Holy Land in the Central Plains, but never had the chance.

Someday, when Yanrong’s cavalry steps into the Dazhou border, the Empress Dowager will surely head to this place first.

Then, Zhenxuan Mountain will have to erect one—no, two—new divine statues."

"What statues?"

Qu Hongling asked curiously.

Yelü Miaomiao blinked her sparkling eyes and pointed at herself, laughing, "Of course, statues of me and my husband. Who else? I want the whole world to know that Jiang Shouzhong and I are destined to be together."

"Ugh, how boring."

Qu Hongling rolled her eyes.

Yelü Miaomiao leaned over to her ear and whispered with a smirk, "Someone’s just jealous."

Qu Hongling said, "Niuniu, butt her!"

Niuniu pretended not to hear.

Yelü Miaomiao raised her jade-white chin and stretched her five fingers toward Zhenxuan Mountain, as if holding the entire mountain in her palm, and declared boldly, "What’s a tiny Zhenxuan Mountain? I’ll give my husband the entire realm."

Fang Ziheng stood farther away, engrossed in admiring Zhenxuan Mountain’s scenery, and didn’t hear the girl’s words.

The attendant student glanced at Yelü Miaomiao and murmured something.

It wasn’t clear what he said.

Seeing Dugu Luoxue approaching, the attendant student instinctively moved farther away, hiding behind Fang Ziheng. He seemed fearful of this immortal-like yet cold female master.

Jiang Shouzhong had no time to care about these things; his heart was more eager to reunite with Ran Qingchen.

But for some reason, the man had an intuition that she might not be here.

"Let heaven bless me—let me see Qingchen."

Jiang Shouzhong silently prayed.

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