My Wife is A Sword God

For the first time, Lan Ningshuang saw Miss so determined, her tone uncompromising and not open to discussion.

Of course, she understood that it all stemmed from Miss’s affection for the Young Master.

Young Master had only one body, so it was impossible for him to be in two places at once. With two wives, situations would inevitably arise where one would be favored over the other.

It was inconceivable for Miss and Miss Cang to serve Young Master together in bed, it would be too shameful.

Even though Lan Ningshuang had seen such plots in novels before, in reality, the mere thought of it made her blush.

With Liu Jianli’s words, the atmosphere turned instantly awkward.

Cang Feilan had somewhat expected this situation, but she hadn’t expected that the other party would refuse so decisively.

Lan Ningshuang glanced back and forth between the two, fearing that the situation would escalate. She immediately stepped forward and said, “Miss Cang, even though you and the Young Master got married recently, Miss is the legal wife. In terms of emotions and reasoning, you should be ranked second to the Miss.”

Of course, this statement favored Liu Jianli, after all, she was Miss’s sword attendant.

In addition, Grandma Liu had also mentioned that the legal wife was equal to the mistress and had the right to command the concubines, just like the empress in the imperial harem.

These were unwritten rules!

Lan Ningshuang wanted to persuade Cang Feilan to back down, but she forgot that Cang Feilan was a member of the Dragon Clan and didn’t have to abide by human customs.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of these rules, and I don’t intend to follow them,” Cang Feilan said calmly.

There was a feeling of tension in the air.

“In our Dragon Clan, there has always been only one rule.”

“What rule?” Liu Jianli looked at her, her eyes were calm like autumn water, unruffled.

“The strong are respected.”

As the words fell, a faint aura emanated from Cang Feilan. Even though the night was windless, her black hair swayed softly, and the tips of her hair turned silver.

“Everyone says that you have unparalleled talent as the youngest third-tier sword god in history. In the future, you may even rival the Divine Guardian of the Imperial City.”

“In this case, I guess you won’t refuse if I propose a sparring match.”

Previously, Cang Feilan was well aware that there was a certain gap in strength between her and Liu Jianli. After all, a Sixth Calamity Cycle was equivalent to the Fourth Stage human realm, a difference of a huge realm!

However, after successfully passing the Confirmation of the Hegemony of Heaven and Earth, she had entered the realm of the Seventh Calamity Cycle, which was equivalent to the Third Rank.

Although Liu Jianli had been in the Third Rank for a long time and was undoubtedly more proficient in cultivation, the Dragon Clan’s innate powerful bloodline, physique, and the awakening of the Azure Dragon Lineage’s innate divine ability could compensate for this slight difference, giving her the ability to fight Liu Jianli!

In this battle, she had a good chance of winning. Cang Feilan exhaled lightly as she thought about this.

She hoped to spend more time with Qin Feng so that she wouldn’t back down.

Besides, she understood that such situations would inevitably occur in the future. Since that was the case, it was better to decide who was in charge sooner rather than later!

Such decisions were common in the Dragon Clan.

Lan Ningshuang was taken aback and did not know what to do. How could she not hear that Miss Cang wanted to confront Miss for the chance to spend the night with Young Master!

She just hoped that Miss wouldn’t act rashly, as there were certainly gentler ways to solve the problem.

However, she only heard Liu Jianli softly say, “Alright.”

“Miss!” Lan Ningshuang was on the verge of tears.

Qin Feng, who had fled the hall, was secretly happy. Fortunately, he was quick-witted, or else his stomach would have been tortured again.

The Thirty-Six Strategies: Fleeing is the best strategy, the Art of War really leaves up to its reputation..

“Now that that’s settled, let’s try to use Senior Xuan’s method to sense the Primordial Immortal Qi through the Destiny Star.”

Qin Feng took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and mobilized the energy in his body.

Suddenly, there was a tremor inside the Qin Mansion.

“Hmm? An earthquake?” 

Just then, Lan Ningshuang pushed open the door anxiously and said, “Young Master, it’s not good. Miss and Miss Cang are about to fight.”

“What?” Qin Feng’s face turned pale with shock, and he hurried out of the room.

Looking up, he saw Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan facing each other in midair. Their energies clashed, stirring up a gale that blew dust and shook trees in the residence. The tremor from earlier clearly originated from this confrontation.

“Why are they fighting for no reason?” Qin Feng asked urgently.

Lan Ningshuang hesitated for a moment but truthfully explained the situation.

Qin Feng’s expression turned strange upon hearing it.

Just because they want to seize the opportunity to be together with him for a night, they are resorting to violence?

How absurd!

What’s the point of fighting over such trivial matters? Why don’t they come together…

“Um…” Qin Feng considered his own strength. Indeed, facing both of them at once would be a bit overwhelming.

It’s not that his strength is lacking. If it were ordinary women, his current physical condition should be able to handle ten of them. But both of his wives are not ordinary people. Have you ever seen a woman who, after the first night, wakes up the next day and practices cultivation as if nothing happened?

Moreover, Cang Feilan directly transcended after the first night, passing through the Confirmation of Heaven And Earth’s Supremacy. Although she is a dragon…

“Young Master, please stop them quickly, otherwise not only the Qin Residence but perhaps also the entire Imperial City will suffer,” Lan Ningshuang urged anxiously.

Qin Feng snapped out of his daze and shouted into the air, “Both of you, don’t act impulsively, come down quickly!”

Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan, upon hearing this, turned their heads and asked in unison, “Then tonight, who will you be with?”

Please don’t bring up this kind of doomed question again, please.

Qin Feng’s expression changed, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

Even if it means injuring his tendons and bones, sacrificing half his life, he can’t retreat any longer for the sake of family harmony. He gritted his teeth, somewhat excited, and said, “How about both of you?”

Before the words could land, two energies swept over simultaneously, slicing off strands of hair at his temples.

Qin Feng was startled, silenced on the spot, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Lan Ningshuang’s face turned red with embarrassment, and sighed in her heart. At such a critical moment, the young master still had the mind to blabber. 

Given Miss and Miss Cang’s temperaments, how could they agree?

Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan also showed a hint of embarrassment in their eyes as they glanced at each other, their expressions returning to normal.

“Since husband doesn’t know how to choose…”

“We’ll help you choose.”

This was a declaration of war, a blatant declaration of war!

Liu Jianli gestured with her right hand, and the sword scabbard behind Lan Ningshuang’s back trembled for a moment. In an instant, the sound of flowing water could be heard as the Cold Water Sword landed in her hand. The Purple Thunder Divine Sword in the scabbard emitted an unwilling sword cry.

Qin Feng was shocked to see this. It had been a long time since he had seen his wife take her swords seriously. Were they really going all out?

At the same time, in the Imperial City, moisture began to surge, countless sword blades seemed to tremble uncontrollably, causing a commotion as if they were shivering.

Many didn’t understand what was happening. Why did the sword blades undergo such changes for no reason?

“Lord Deng, take a look.”

Deng Mo looked at the panic inside the Demon Slaying Department and sighed, “Third-grade Sword God, Ten Thousand Swords Submit.”