Yi Qingwu: I've become a widow?

Chapter 46 Yi Qingwu: I've become a widow?

A silvery-white light bloomed on the Guanghan Palace, and an icy, bone-chilling power surged from the sword, slashing towards Li Tianxing.

She was genuinely angry.

It wasn't the kind of anger that's just superficial; it was a deep, utter, and utter rage.

Li Tianxing is not afraid at all.

He kept mocking Nangong Nayue's incompetence while retreating backward.

"Lord Nangong, why are you in such a hurry? Yin Tiande isn't your son, is it really necessary?"

"Oh, by the way, he was your son-in-law. But not anymore, he's dead, so the son-in-law is now a dead son-in-law."

"If you had listened to me back then and hadn't thrown Guanghan Palace over there, Yin Tiande might have been able to escape. But you, you personally sent your son-in-law to his death."

"Li Tianxing! I'll kill you!"

Nangong Nayue's anger intensified, and the Guanghan Que in her hand transformed into streaks of silver-white sword light, chasing after Li Tianxing and slashing at him.

Li Tianxing's figure flickered, constantly dodging in the void, but his words never stopped.

"Kill me? You think you can? Nangong Nayue, that's all you're capable of."

"No wonder the Moon Palace has declined more and more under your leadership. With your brains, it's a miracle that you can even protect the Moon Palace."

"Li Tianxing!!!"

Nangong Nayue completely lost it.

Silvery-white sword light danced across the sky, illuminating the sky for miles around.

But Li Tianxing was too fast, and he managed to dodge every single time with great difficulty.

Moreover, his verbal skills were even faster than his physical abilities; one sentence after another, each one precisely piercing Nangong Nayue's sore spots.

Yi Qingwu stood at a distance, watching her master chase after Li Tianxing, not knowing what to do.

She wanted to help, but she was too weak.

In a battle at the level of a powerful being in the second stage of the game, she wouldn't even be qualified to get close.

She could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

Fortunately, among the dozen or so Holy Lords, one female Holy Lord noticed her.

She was a woman in a red dress, with a graceful figure and stunning beauty. Every smile and gesture exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

She flew to Yi Qingwu's side and reached out her hand.

"Qingwu, let me take you back."

Yi Qingwu looked up and recognized the person who had come.

Tilting the moon.

A rogue cultivator in the Ziwei Star Domain, a powerful immortal of the second level, and her master, Nangong Nayue, has been best friends for many years.

"Thank you, Senior Qingyue."

Yi Qingwu quickly thanked her and reached out to hold Qingyue's hand.

Qingyue nodded, raised her hand and waved it, and a red light enveloped the two of them.

The light dissipated, and the two were already standing above the Moon Palace.

"Thank you, Senior Qingyue."

After returning to the sky above the Moon Palace, Yi Qingwu released Qingyue's hand and bowed to her.

Qingyue waved her hand, her red dress swaying gently in the wind.

"You're welcome, it's nothing."

She looked at Yi Qingwu, her gaze sweeping over her for a moment, and then sighed.

"Qingwu, don't worry about your master. She's just venting her anger, she'll be fine soon."

Her voice was alluring from the moment she opened it, a voice that even Yi Qingwu, a woman herself, found somewhat seductive.

Senior Qingyue is such a person.

Every smile, every word, exudes a natural charm.

It wasn't intentional; it's ingrained in my bones.

"That kid Yin Tiande is dead, tsk tsk."

Qingyue shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude mixed with a touch of melancholy.

"I wasn't very optimistic about him in the first place. Your master insisted on marrying you off to him, and now look what's happened."

She looked at Yi Qingwu with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

"Your fiancé is dead, and you're a widow. So young, yet you're a widow; how pitiful."

Yi Qingwu's lips twitched slightly.

widow.

This word was used to describe her.

She knew in her heart that she was already Ye Feng's woman when Yin Tiande was alive.

On the surface, however, she is Yin Tiande's fiancée.

Now that Yin Tiande is dead, she is nominally a widow.

"If you want to remarry in the future, it won't be so easy."

Qingyue continued, her tone carrying a touch of the感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both feeling and reflection) of someone who had been through it all.

"Fortunately, you are a spirit from the Moon Palace."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of a good idea.

"When your master returns, tell her that perhaps she can consider that holy body."

Yi Qingwu's heart skipped a beat.

"The Ancient Sacred Body and your Guanghan Spirit Body are a perfect match."

As Qingyue spoke, she became more and more excited, her red dress fluttering in the wind, making her look like a burning flame.

"Since Yin Tiande is dead anyway, it's not easy for you to get married. You should ask your master to let go of his hatred and go find that Holy Body, and marry you to that Holy Body."

Yi Qingwu's lips twitched again.

I will marry you to that Holy Body.

Marry Ye Feng?

She is now nominally a widow, but in reality, she is Ye Feng's woman.

But she couldn't tell anyone about this.

"In this way, your Guanghan Palace can get in touch with the Holy Body, which is many times better than that brat Yin Tiande."

Qingyue patted Yi Qingwu's shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of sincerity, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"Tell your master what I said; she's just stubborn."

She sighed, as if troubled by Nangong Nayue's stubbornness.

"I'll head back now."

Qingyue took a step back, and a red light appeared around her.

Just as she was about to disappear, she suddenly stopped, turned to look at Yi Qingwu, and gave a half-smile.

"Sigh, if I were younger, I would also like to marry that Holy Body."

Her voice carried a hint of regret, a touch of longing, and an ambiguous warmth that was hard to define.

"Young and handsome, he has broken through the curse, reached the fifth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and even mastered the Eight Forbidden Rules—tsk tsk, where can you find such a good man?"

She smiled and waved to Yi Qingwu.

"I'm gone."

A flash of red light, and Qingyue's figure disappeared from the spot.

Yi Qingwu stood above the Guanghan Palace, her face dark as she respectfully saw Senior Qingyue off.

Only after Qingyue's breath had completely disappeared did she let out a long breath.

"widow."

She repeated the word in a low voice, her expression extremely complex.

She turned and flew towards the Moon Palace.

Her mind was a jumbled mess the whole way.

One moment it's that bastard Ye Feng, the next it's what Senior Qingyue said, and then it's the scene of Master chasing after Li Tianxing.

A jumble of thoughts swirled around her, making her feel unsettled.

She landed in front of her courtyard, pushed open the gate, walked through the laurel grove, and entered her room.

The moment the door closed behind her, she leaned against it.

"Ye Feng—you bastard!"

She cursed under her breath, her voice filled with a gnashing hatred and an indescribable mix of emotions.

You killed my fiancé.

Now look what's happened, I'm a widow.

You're really something!

Yi Qingwu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The words spoken by Senior Qingyue came to mind.

"You could consider marrying that Holy Body to him."

She married Ye Feng.

Yi Qingwu's face flushed slightly.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes and shook her head vigorously.

"What are you thinking about!"

She muttered a self-reproach under her breath, then headed for the bathroom.

She needs to take a shower.

calm down.

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