Hmph, this Wan Lei sure knows how to enjoy himself, collecting so many stunning women of all kinds, hmph!
Hmph hmph!
Man Yaoyao felt a pang of discomfort watching this, but then she thought, she didn’t even have the right to be jealous.
That made it even worse.
Qi Manyao actually knew the identities of these three women. Whether it was their fierce battle against enemies in the desert or their dedicated efforts in rebuilding the Thunder Emperor Hall, they were undeniably loyal to Wan Lei.
However, Qi Manyao had no idea where Wan Lei had found these three unfamiliar Transcendent Realm powerhouses, or that highly capable, meticulous steward of his.
What she did know was that the three women before her were Transcendent Realm elders, rare powerhouses one might not encounter in a hundred years. She couldn’t afford to offend them.
The reason these three were here was that, lately, every evening, Fang Xiaoyu would share her Purple Dust Flame Essence to aid their cultivation, helping them recover from injuries and enhance their insights and strength.
Now that night had fallen and their cultivation session had ended, they happened to run into Man Yaoyao, and Fang Xiaoyu casually dragged her over.
“Well, well, where did our Mistress find this little sister?”
Bu Zhi Huo Qingwu stood up, fanning herself lightly as she took a couple of steps forward, eyeing Qi Manyao with interest.
“Oh my, look at this! Such a pretty face, that slender waist, and that hint of defiance and grievance in her eyes—truly a sight to pity! Even I, your elder sister, am smitten… Our Hall Master is truly blessed, gathering all the world’s beauties into his harem.”
“Her?”
Fang Xiaoyu tugged at Qi Manyao’s ear, curling her lip.
“She’s not even fit to be our concubine. This little vixen is just like you, always scheming to climb into a man’s bed.”
With that, Fang Xiaoyu gave Qi Manyao a smack on the back, pushing her onto a stool.
Xi Ren Yuanjun, standing nearby, saw Qi Manyao get disciplined and trembled slightly, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She was a bit jealous, yet also felt some sympathy for Man Yaoyao.
Sigh, we’re all fallen souls, caught in the clutches of this little demoness.
“You’re the concubine! You’re the vixen! You’re the one always trying to crawl into a man’s bed! Have you no shame, talking about me like that?!”
The pure and pristine Qi Manyao always turned into a “little vixen” in Fang Xiaoyu’s mouth.
This was the war between women—always tearing each other down with accusations of impropriety, just like the natural rivalry between Xi Ren Yuanjun and Bu Zhi Huo Qingwu.
“Oh, this is getting complicated. I think I’m starting to piece it together,” Bu Zhi Huo Qingwu said, glancing at Fang Xiaoyu.
“Mistress, I’m curious—how do you two get along so well?”
The three women’s master was Wan Lei, not Fang Xiaoyu, and since Fang Xiaoyu was usually easygoing and never domineering, they all got along fairly well, speaking freely with each other.
“Where do you see us getting along well?”
Qi Manyao pouted, struggling, only to have Fang Xiaoyu ruffle her head.
“She’s just my little toy.”
“Mistress, our Hall Master is already one of the top powers in this world,” Bu Zhi Huo Qingwu continued. “This world is far stronger than our Great Jin Realm. Being among the top powers here is like being an emperor back there. And if he’s an emperor, he’s bound to have a harem. You’d better prepare yourself, lest someone else steals his favor.”
“Hmph, him? Dare to start a harem? I’ll castrate him!”
Fang Xiaoyu flashed a mischievous grin, showing her little tiger teeth.
In truth, she never worried about her relationship with Wan Lei. Their bond was too deep, forged through countless life-and-death trials, making them the most compatible pair. Plus, with her background and combat strength, she was indispensable to Wan Lei.
Try to make me lose favor? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.
“How long have you two been together?” Xi Ren Yuanjun asked coldly.
“Eight or nine years? Almost ten, I think.”
“Oh, ten years, huh? Ordinary couples go from dating to marriage in two or three years. You’ve been at it for a decade, and he hasn’t even mentioned marriage. The passion in your romance has probably faded, leaving just mundane coexistence—dull and tasteless. I’m guessing he never even planned to marry you. Ten years, and he could’ve proposed at any time, yet he’s dragged it out this long, heh. Why waste your youth on one tree? A woman’s prime is short—why ruin your reputation and end up an old maid no one wants?”
As Xi Ren Yuanjun spoke, she noticed Fang Xiaoyu’s face growing colder, her eyes radiating killing intent. At first, she thought it was aimed at Wan Lei, but soon realized it was directed at her.
“Kneel!” Fang Xiaoyu barked, her face dark with anger.
“I…” Xi Ren Yuanjun hesitated for a second or two before obediently kneeling.
“Get over here!”
Xi Ren Yuanjun crawled forward on her knees, silently leaning over Fang Xiaoyu’s lap, raising her hips high.
Her practiced movements made it clear this wasn’t her first time.
Smack!
A harsh slap landed.
Qi Manyao’s eyes widened in shock as she watched this aloof, queenly woman tamed into such obedience.
A Transcendent Realm powerhouse, a peak existence in the Thunderwind Realm, reduced to someone’s servant?
Qi Manyao had always assumed these three were hired by Wan Lei at great expense.
Now, they seemed more like slaves.
The contrast was staggering. That woman exuded regal dominance, nothing like Qi Manyao’s own clumsy, naive charm—yet here she was, submitting to the little loli, Fang Xiaoyu.
What was wrong with this world?
“Do you think you get to run your mouth? Stirring trouble, huh? Can’t stand to see us happy, is that it?” Fang Xiaoyu’s voice remained icy, laced with fury.
“No, I didn’t mean…”
Xi Ren Yuanjun tried to explain, only to be slapped across the face.
“Still making excuses?”
“Dare to do it again?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Did I say you could speak?”
Xi Ren Yuanjun fell silent.