Ch 138: Hiding Things from Her Husband

Du Yue stared at the surroundings in silence, her cold blue eyes slowly sweeping across the area as she examined the enormous black walls that had appeared around them. A hundred metres in every direction had been completely sealed, and the towering walls stood like an enormous cage, completely enclosing the area and cutting it off from the outside world.

Her gaze eventually landed on Zhu Jia, who was standing a short distance away. The woman was still trembling from the humiliation she had suffered earlier, and her eyes were filled with fury as she glared viciously at Du Yue.

"I wasn't expecting you to come this prepared," Du Yue said calmly.

Zhu Jia's lips curled into a mocking smile. "What? Are you scared now?"

Du Yue didn't respond to her question. Instead, she calmly asked, "You said you would turn my husband into a living furnace?"

Zhu Jia's smile widened. "Ah... so you finally care?"

She laughed softly before continuing, "Don't worry. Once I capture you, I won't kill him immediately. Instead, right in front of your eyes, I'll first turn him into my slave. Then I'll peel the skin from his face, sever his tendons, cripple his cultivation..."

Her eyes became increasingly vicious as she continued, "I'll make sure he has nothing left except the ability to serve me, and once I'm tired of using him..."

A cruel grin appeared on her face. "I'll personally make sure to throw him into a cesspool."

For several seconds, Du Yue remained completely silent, her expression calm as she stared at Zhu Jia. Then, a faint smile slowly appeared on her lips. "That's good."

Zhu Jia frowned. "Good?"

"Yes." Du Yue's smile became slightly brighter as she glanced around at the black sealing formation. "It's a good thing you brought this formation."

She slowly raised her hand and closed it into a fist. "I'm afraid there are some things I don't want my husband to see..."

Zhu Jia's expression changed slightly. "What are you talking about?"

Du Yue didn't answer. Instead, she simply took one step forward, her gaze becoming increasingly cold as she continued, "I wonder..."

At the same time, the White Snow Sword slowly rose behind her, and a terrifying chill suddenly spread from the sword. The temperature within the entire formation plummeted in an instant, causing even the surrounding air to feel as though it had frozen, while a powerful Sword Intent silently permeated the surroundings.

Zhu Jia immediately felt the danger, and although her heart tightened slightly, she still couldn't help but ask, "What...?"

However, Mo Kuan's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Du Yue with a solemn expression as he felt the aura she was releasing. "Be careful. This woman isn't simple."

Zhu Jia snorted. "She's just lucky enough to be born with that Yin Physique. Let me see exactly what she can really do."

With a wave of her hand, a black whip appeared in her grasp, and dark flames seemed to burn along its length, giving off a sinister aura that made the surrounding air feel even more oppressive.

Zhu Jia suddenly swung the whip, and at almost the same moment, Mo Kuan moved as well, his figure flashing forward as he attacked Du Yue from the side. He had clearly intended to overwhelm Du Yue through their combined assault, with Zhu Jia attacking from the front while he struck from the side.

But Du Yue didn't even move.

The black whip twisted through the air like a snake and instantly reached her, yet she simply raised her left hand and calmly caught it between her fingers.

Snap!

The attack stopped instantly.

Zhu Jia's pupils shrank as disbelief flashed across her face. "What?!"

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The whip in her hand was powerful enough to cut through limbs like chicken, yet Du Yue had actually caught it with her bare hand, and there wasn't even a mark left on her palm.

Before Zhu Jia could react, Du Yue suddenly pulled on the whip. "Come here."

A terrifying force erupted from her arm, and Zhu Jia's body was instantly dragged forward. Her feet left the ground as her entire body was pulled towards Du Yue like a helpless puppet, causing her expression to change dramatically. "Stop-!"

Icy Spiritual Qi gathered around Du Yue's right hand as she clenched it into a fist, and the surrounding temperature dropped even further. At the same time, her White Snow Sword shot towards Mo Kuan like a bullet, leaving behind a trail of icy chill as it tore through the air.

Mo Kuan quickly struck with his sword and calmly intercepted the incoming White Snow Sword, but Zhu Jia wasn't nearly as fortunate. Du Yue's fist had already arrived directly in front of her face.

Bang!

Her fist smashed directly into Zhu Jia's face, and a terrifying cracking sound echoed throughout the sealing formation as her nose instantly collapsed. Several broken teeth flew from her mouth while blood sprayed through the air, and her entire body shot backwards like a cannonball before slamming violently into the black ground of the formation.

For a moment, the entire formation fell silent.

Mo Kuan froze, while the remaining four black-robed cultivators who had been preparing to attack also stopped in their tracks. No one moved as they stared at Zhu Jia lying on the ground, and after a few seconds, they slowly turned their gazes towards Du Yue.

She was still standing in the same place, her blue dress fluttering gently in the cold air, while the black whip in her left hand had already frozen into an icy snake. The White Snow Sword had returned to her side and hovered quietly behind her, while a faint smile remained on her beautiful face.

However, that smile no longer looked gentle.

It was cold, beautiful, and strangely terrifying.

Du Yue looked towards Zhu Jia, and as she slowly tightened her fingers, a thin, transparent layer of red ice fell from her fist onto the ground, revealing that her delicate hand was still as smooth as before without even the slightest injury.

"I wonder..." Du Yue smiled softly, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Zhu Jia. "If my husband saw me like this..."

Her smile became slightly brighter.

"...would he still like me?"

Su Wen was sent flying through the air by Du Yue as if she were pitching a baseball. He quickly circulated his Spiritual Qi and finally managed to stop himself, his hair fluttering wildly from the momentum as he turned around and looked back towards the direction in which Du Yue had disappeared.

"Damn wife..." Dark lines appeared on Su Wen's forehead as he looked back towards the direction Du Yue had disappeared. "You've really angered me. If I don't teach you a lesson later, then I'm not a man and a husband."

Then he quickly shifted his gaze upwards, and the moment he saw the enormous black ring hovering silently in the air, radiating a strange and powerful aura, his expression became serious. His brows furrowed slightly as a faint trace of worry appeared in his eyes. "This... is a formation? Will she be fine?"

Without wasting another second, Su Wen pulled out his sword, and Spiritual Qi immediately surged through his body as he prepared to strike the formation and force his way inside. However, before he could make a move, Thane and the other bandits suddenly rushed forward and surrounded him from all sides.

"Don't let him interfere with the seniors!" Thane shouted, his eyes burning with excitement. "This is our chance! Surround him and hold him back! Our boss is already dead, and we don't have much of a future here anyway, so if we perform well, perhaps the seniors will be pleased and take us under their wing!"

The other bandits immediately nodded, and they tightened their encirclement around Su Wen, deliberately blocking every possible path towards the formation. Su Wen's expression slowly turned cold as he lowered his sword slightly and looked at the surrounding bandits with an increasingly impatient gaze.

"Get lost..." His voice was frighteningly low, and the killing intent hidden within it made the surrounding air seem to become heavier. At this moment, his mind was filled with worry for Du Yue, and he had absolutely no patience to waste time dealing with these bandits."If you dare to stop me... I'll make sure you won't leave here alive today."

Instead of feeling frightened, Thane laughed loudly. "Haha! Don't listen to him! Surround him!"

He looked at Su Wen with a mocking expression as he tightened his grip around his weapon. "Earlier, weren't you the one who said you wouldn't let us go? So why are you getting angry now that we're coming to you ourselves?"

Thane's grin widened as he continued, "You're only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, just like us. Even if you're some kind of genius, what can you possibly do against all of us together?"

His eyes flickered with greed as he glanced towards the black formation before looking back at Su Wen. "We only need to hold you back until the seniors return. I wonder... if the seniors will let us have a little taste of that beautiful wife of yours?"

Su Wen was already agitated because of the formation, and now these bandits dared to speak such nonsense in front of him. The moment those words fell, his face turned extremely gloomy, and he slowly raised his eyes towards Thane.

His gaze was dark and sinister, carrying a terrifying coldness that made the surrounding air seem heavier, while the killing intent radiating from his body caused several of the weaker bandits to unconsciously shudder. However, after taking several deep breaths, Su Wen slowly calmed himself, refusing to let his emotions control his judgement.

'Even if I break this formation... so what? I won't be of much help to her anyway.'

Su Wen calmly analysed the situation while keeping his sword in his hand. Five Peak Foundation Establishment cultivators surrounded him, while several weaker cultivators filled every gap between them, meaning that even if he tried to move towards the formation, someone would immediately block his path and prevent him from getting close.

'I should take care of them first. Then I'll think about what to do next.'

After thinking it through, Su Wen finally made up his mind. He didn't waste any more time arguing with them, and the next instant, Spiritual Qi erupted from his body as his figure exploded forward.

Boom!

Su Wen charged directly into the surrounding bandits, his sword flashing through the air as he moved with overwhelming speed, intending to clean up this group of trash as quickly as possible before finding a way to reach Du Yue.

Young Master Rush ran towards the mountain, his four horse-like legs kicking up snow with every step as he desperately increased his speed. Every now and then, he glanced back and narrowly dodged the attacks coming from behind, only to see Gush, who had also transformed into his centaur form, relentlessly pursuing him with his spear in hand.

Yet despite the danger, Rush felt an unfamiliar sense of excitement. The feeling of rebellion, the satisfaction of finally letting everything he had kept bottled up inside him out, and the thrill of openly cursing Gush all gave him a strange sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before.

But another emotion remained deeply engraved within him... Fear.

For years, that fear had controlled him, making him lower his head and endure Gush's abuse without daring to resist. But this time, Rush had made up his mind to challenge that fear, and every time he looked back at the furious figure chasing him, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of liberation.

So whenever he looked back, he never forgot to shout, "Bastard!"

At the same time, he would throw another greenish pill towards Gush, who simply raised his spear and knocked the incoming pill away. The pill exploded upon contact, releasing a cloud of green smoke that Gush completely ignored as he waved his hand and dispersed most of it, although some of the smoke still wrapped around his body before slowly seeping into his skin.

Gush, however, didn't notice it.

Under Rush's constant provocation, he was barely managing to stop himself from completely losing his temper, but that didn't mean his emotions were calm. His face had already turned completely dark with rage, and the anger burning within him showed no signs of fading as he wanted nothing more than to tear Rush apart with his own hands.

"Keep running!" Gush roared. "Let's see how far you can get. If I don't tear you apart today, I'll change my name!"

"Sure!" Rush shouted back without slowing down. "You can change it to... Bastard!"

"Fuck you!"

Gush's face twitched violently, and Spiritual Qi suddenly surged into his spear as he let out an enraged roar and threw it towards Rush's back like a javelin. The spear tore through the air like a streak of black lightning, and Rush immediately felt a terrifying chill run down his spine as his pupils shrank.

He poured Spiritual Qi into his legs and pushed himself to his limit, sprinting towards the entrance of the dungeon even faster. The spear was already right behind him and was about to pierce straight through his body, but at the final moment, Rush suddenly leapt forward, his body crossing the threshold of the dungeon entrance just as the spear tore past him.

Boom!

The spear slammed into the icy ground, instantly creating a massive crater as terrifying shockwaves swept through the surrounding snow. Rush glanced back and wiped away the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead.

"That was close..."

But he didn't stop, continuing to sprint towards the other end of the first floor. Before disappearing from sight, he turned around one last time and shouted, "Hahaha! You missed, bastard!"

Gush's face became even darker, and at this point, he no longer cared about anything. He immediately rushed into the dungeon after him, but the moment he crossed the entrance, his expression suddenly changed as he felt his connection with the familiar laws of Heaven and Earth become significantly weaker.

At the same time, a strange force suddenly permeated his body, and it was as though the laws of the dungeon had directly descended upon him, suppressing his cultivation. The Spiritual Qi within his body became noticeably sluggish, and his cultivation rapidly fell from Peak Golden Core to Mid Golden Core.

Gush's face darkened. "Damn it... I forgot this is a Mid Grade 3 dungeon."

He clenched his fists as he felt the invisible suppression weighing down on his body, but instead of retreating, he continued forward. At the other end of the floor, Rush had finally stopped and turned around, waiting just long enough for Gush to catch up before shouting towards him, "Big bastard brother! I'm going in! Come after me if you dare!"

Gush's veins bulged on his forehead. "Bastard! You think I'm a coward like you? Don't let me catch you! I'll definitely make sure to teach you what it means to respect your older brother before feeding you to the monsters inside!"

Rush grinned. "We'll see about that!"

With that, he turned around and continued deeper into the dungeon, his four horse-like legs carrying him further into the darkness. Gush gritted his teeth before following after him, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he muttered, "Just wait... Once I catch you, I'll make sure you regret every word you said!"

At the same time, high above Ironwood Village, Guild Master Aldren stood quietly in the air with his hands behind his back, his Spiritual Sense focused on the top of the volcanic mountain. His expression remained calm even as the battle unfolded below, but when he sensed Si Song's aura disappear, a faint trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Si Song died?"

He looked towards the distant battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This woman is powerful and fierce."

Suddenly, Aldren's expression changed slightly as his gaze shifted towards the black-robed cultivators approaching Su Wen and Du Yue. His Spiritual Sense swept over them one by one, and after a moment, his expression became thoughtful as he connected the information he had gathered with what he had already heard about the couple.

"I see... No wonder. So her name is Du Yue... and she possesses an Innate Yin Physique."

Aldren's eyes flickered slightly as he considered the implications of that information.

"I should report this to the Central Guild..."

He paused for a moment before shaking his head. "Or perhaps not. Let it be. If I report it, it will only bring unnecessary trouble to her. I want to see how far these two will go in the future."

His gaze returned to the black-robed cultivators, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"These people..."

He shook his head helplessly. "Looks like you've offended the wrong 'country bumpkin' today."

Aldren no longer paid attention to the battle. With a single step, his figure disappeared from the sky and returned to his office in the Guild, leaving the chaotic battlefield far behind him.