Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

"You lecherous scoundrel, prepare to die!"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned, flicked the young girl's longsword out of her hand, and said coldly, "Are you insane? Don't you know that I saved you? I'm actually your savior."

Zhao Zhi'er stumbled back, her inner garment slipping from her shoulder again.

The pampered girl, accustomed to being indulged, didn't care about being rescued after having her body seen. Her round face flushed deep red:

"What savior! You're clearly taking advantage of me, you scoundrel! Are you still looking!? I'll gouge your eyes out to feed the dogs!"

As she spoke, she rushed forward again with her palm raised.

"Truly insane."

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't be bothered to deal with her anymore and sent her flying onto the bed with a palm strike through the air.

At that moment, Shen Muheng hurriedly arrived after hearing the commotion.

In her rage, Zhao Zhi'er immediately cried out, "Senior brother, gouge out his eyes for me! He bullied me!"

Just as Shen Muheng was about to speak, an object rolled into the room.

Upon closer inspection, it was the head of the Ghost Taoist.

Soon after, Ran Qingchen walked into the room with her hands behind her back, still wearing that plain disguise mask.

"See, saving people sometimes doesn't bring good returns."

Ran Qingchen winked at Jiang Shouzhong with her beautiful eyes.

Shen Muheng wasn't stupid. Seeing the black mark on his junior sister's neck, the Ghost Taoist's head on the ground, and the three seductive corpses in the room, he understood what was going on.

He wrapped his junior sister in a quilt and thanked Jiang Shouzhong and Ran Qingchen, "Thank you, seniors, for your assistance."

"Thank him!"

Zhao Zhi'er pointed angrily at Jiang Shouzhong, "He peeked at my body just now, how is he any different from that Ghost Taoist? Just as filthy and despicable..."

"Slap!"

A slap landed hard on the young girl's cheek.

Zhao Zhi'er's left cheek quickly swelled red, and she stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Ran Qingchen, utterly confused.

About to rage, she met Ran Qingchen's deep, black eyes, and suddenly fell silent, feeling as if her soul was being crushed, too scared to even breathe.

Shen Muheng was equally stunned.

Initially, he thought these two were the righteous, chivalrous Jianghu people.

But seeing this scene, they weren't to be trifled with.

Ran Qingchen gently lifted the young girl's chin with her jade finger, tenderly caressed her swollen cheek, then corrected her round face, and delivered another slap.

Zhao Zhi'er's mouth was split, and she fell onto the bed.

"Stop!"

Shen Muheng snapped out of his daze and instinctively went to draw his sword.

However, Ran Qingchen raised a slender jade finger, still with her back to him, her voice icy cold, "I'll give you one chance to live, just one."

Shen Muheng glanced at the Ghost Taoist's head on the ground, cold sweat beading densely on his forehead.

His hand gripping the sword hilt trembled uncontrollably.

Ran Qingchen remained expressionless, casually grabbed a lock of the young girl's hair, forcing her to sit up, then positioned her correctly, continuing with another slap.

Slap!

Slap!

...

Until the young girl's cheeks swelled like a pig's head, with a few teeth broken, barely conscious, Ran Qingchen flexed her wrist, turned, and walked to Jiang Shouzhong.

The woman dusted off the nonexistent dust on the man's lapel and smiled gently, "Let's go, husband."

Long after the two of them had left the room, Shen Muheng regained his senses.

He hurried to check on his junior sister on the bed, but just took one step and collapsed to his knees.

Looking down, he found that his pants had somehow gotten wet.

...

Back in the room, Ran Qingchen held a yellowed booklet between her fingers and tossed it onto the table; the cover read "Nine Yin Refining Technique" in five seal characters.

"Couldn't find anything good; only this secret technique is somewhat interesting."

Ran Qingchen lifted her long hair and sat on the bed.

Jiang Shouzhong casually picked up an orange from the table, peeled it, and fed a segment to her lips, teasing, "Heroine Ran, those slaps were more efficient than when you interrogated prisoners in the Liushan Division."

"Think I'm fierce?"

Ran Qingchen tilted her head to bite the orange segment, her white teeth unintentionally brushing against the man's fingertips, murmuring, "You can still regret it now, save yourself from being mauled by this tigress on our wedding night..."

Before she finished her sentence, she was pulled into the man's embrace.

Jiang Shouzhong's chin rested against her cloud-like hair, inhaling her fragrance as he chuckled softly, "I love clawing cats, even if they're clawing in bed, I like it too."

Ran Qingchen's ears turned red, and she pressed him into the bedding in return.

"If you really scratch until it bleeds, you'll regret it again."

The woman lifted her leg and straddled the man's waist, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, brushing against Jiang Shouzhong's bobbing Adam's apple. The candlelight cast butterfly-like shadows from her lashes, making her eyes gleam like tempered cold stars.

Ran Qingchen is still Ran Qingchen, and the Asura is still the Asura.

The once Ran Qingchen was cool and reserved, somewhat introverted.

But after the tempering of the Asura, she became open and passionate, yet with an undercurrent of coldness.

Whether she was Ran Qingchen or the Asura, Jiang Shouzhong no longer cared.

He didn't want to lose this woman again.

Never again.

"Qingchen."

Jiang Shouzhong clasped her jade-like hand, interlocking their fingers and pressing them against his heart, softly saying,

"I truly don't want to be any Emperor, nor do I seek the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards. As long as you're happy, I'll do anything. In the future, whether you give me a chubby boy or a precious daughter, it's all good."

"Who wants to have children with you!"

Ran Qingchen's cheeks flushed, she turned away and sat at the dressing table.

The candlelight flickered on her sculpted profile, clearly an expression of annoyance, yet her eyes carried a touch of captivating spring allure.

Jiang Shouzhong approached from behind, picked up a comb, and gently combed her black hair, jokingly said, "If you don't hurry to give birth, others might beat you to it."

After saying this, Jiang Shouzhong realized he misspoke, trying to make amends, but Ran Qingchen laughed and said, "It's okay, let them go first, at worst, I'll be a nanny, taking care of them."

Nanny?

Though she was speaking in jealousy, when Jiang Shouzhong heard this word, his gaze unconsciously shifted downward.

Majestic as a towering mountain.

Sss—

This is truly born to be a nanny.

And perhaps due to passing through the Asura phase, it felt like Ran Qingchen had developed a bit more.

The child would be blessed.

Even more blessed was the father.

...

As dawn broke, the last sandstorm cloud dissipated in the sky.

The travelers gradually embarked on their respective journeys.

Jiang Shouzhong also set off with Ran Qingchen, heading towards the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Those Yanrong experts did not hurry to leave, leisurely drinking and chatting in the inn.

Until a swift hawk swept across the sky, letting out a sharp cry, only then did they seem to receive some command, quickly mount their horses, and gallop away.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zhi'er and Shen Muheng remained in their room.

Zhao Zhi'er stood by the window, peeking through the gap, secretly watching the receding figures of Jiang Shouzhong and Ran Qingchen.

The girl's eyes were filled with malice and hatred.

"Senior Sister!"

Suddenly, Shen Muheng's joyful voice rang out.

Zhao Zhi'er whirled around.

She saw a woman in purple appear in the room.

The woman's appearance was elegant and her figure slim, exuding an aura of refined immortal qi. No matter where she was, she was always the absolute focus of the crowd.

"What's going on?"

Qiu Zixin looked at Zhao Zhi'er, whose face was covered in wounds, and frowned slightly.

"Senior Sister!"

Zhao Zhi'er cried out in grievance, throwing herself into the woman's arms, "I was bullied."

Qiu Zixin's beautiful eyes glanced over at Shen Muheng.

Shen Muheng recounted the events of last night in detail.

After hearing it, Qiu Zixin coldly admonished the tearful Zhao Zhi'er, "Nonsense! That person saved your life, how could you be so unreasonable and ungrateful?"

Faced with her Senior Sister's scolding, Zhao Zhi'er felt even more wronged but dared not retort.

"However, you are, after all, a disciple of our Ten Thousand Star Sect. That woman humiliating you in such a way, there still needs to be an explanation."

Qiu Zixin said indifferently, "Since they are also heading towards the Ten Thousand Mountains, it's on our way. We'll surely encounter them, and then... we'll make things clear."

Shen Muheng said worriedly, "Senior Sister, I think those two's cultivation is unfathomable, I'm afraid..."

"Are they more formidable than the Asura Queen?"

Qiu Zixin retorted.

Looking down at the golden rune flickering in her palm, an air of pride emerged in her exquisite eyes, "In this world... no one dares defy the Immortals, not even the Asura."