My Wife is A Sword God

When Liu Jianli heard this, she turned his head and looked up, her eyes reflecting Qin Feng’s figure.

“Do you want to be with her tonight?” 

The indifferent words carried no emotion, but made Qin Feng extremely nervous.

“What nonsense are you talking about, wife! You’ve misunderstood!” 

“It’s just that Feilan has just married into the Qin family, and her family has also left. If you continue to treat her like this, won’t it make her seem pitiful?”

Seeing that Liu Jianli remained unmoved, Qin Feng continued to reason with her, “What I mean is, as a legitimate wife and someone who is reasonable and understanding, a light punishment last night would have been sufficient. There’s no need to be so serious every time.” 

“Otherwise, with Wife’s strength, you can even fight against a Divine General, so Feilan would have no chance of winning, don’t you think, Wife?”

Liu Jianli pondered for a moment and replied, “Actually, I didn’t mean it like that, but my mother told me that in order to maintain my position as a proper wife, I need to discipline her from time to time, otherwise it will be difficult to control her in the future.”

Ah, so it was all because of that meddling mother-in-law!

She’s really the type to say such things. Qin Feng thought for a moment, “So as long as Feilan submits to you?”

Liu Jianli nodded slightly.

This way, the solution seemed simple, but not that simple.

Submission, it’s just a matter of bowing one’s head. 

But the crucial question lies with Cang Feilan herself. Would the strong-willed Feilan really submit?

She might resist to the end.

The next day, Qin Feng secretly told Feilan about this matter, and the result was just as he expected.

Cang Feilan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and said in cold tone, “What do you mean? Do you think I can’t defeat her?”

Judging by the slight redness in her eyes and the traces of tears at the corners, it must have been the proud Miss Cang who shed tears of sorrow alone last night.

The Dragon Clan has always been proud, everyone knows that.

Cang Feilan, who is so young, has already entered the realm of Seventh Calamity Cycle, so of course she has the capital of pride.

Unfortunately, she chose the wrong opponent.

Who is Liu Jianli? She’s the youngest third-tier sword god in the history of The Great Qian. she might be able to fight with ease even against a Divine General.

It is even rumored that in the future, Liu Jianli could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Guardian!

To confront Liu Jianli, isn’t that looking for trouble for himself?

Qin Feng sighed inwardly and hurriedly explained, “Of course, that’s not what I meant.” 

“It’s just that Jialing has been at the third rank for quite some time now, and you recently passed the Heavenly Tribulation, so it’s understandable if you’re a bit inferior.” 

“Besides, if you hold on for a while, the storm will pass, you can take a step back, and the sky will be wider. You’re both my wives, and of course I don’t want you to fight all the time. Why don’t we all sit down and have a good talk?”

Upon hearing this, Cang Feilan lowered her head in thought. After two days of consecutive fights, how could she not understand that she was no match for Liu Jianli?

Although the fights had only gone to a certain point, she hadn’t used her full strength at all, but in this respect, Liu Jianli was no different.

When she thought about it, she felt both reluctant and hurt.

If she couldn’t defeat Liu Jianli, wouldn’t she never be able to be with Qin Feng?

Cang Feilan’s delicate earlobes turned slightly red, and she shook her head slightly.

Is that really the only way to compromise?

No, the pride of the Dragon Clan cannot be damaged here. Cang Feilan’s eyes were fixed, she would challenge Liu Jianli tonight.

Not just tonight, but every night after that until the day she emerged victorious!

However…

Seven days later, unnoticed by anyone, Cang Feilan pursed her lips, lowered her head, and entered Liu Jianli’s room with a trembling body.

That night, the night returned to its former calm.

And it was on that very night that Cang Feilan entered Qin Feng’s room with a blush on her face after a long absence.

No one knew what the two women were talking about in Liu Jianli’s room.

But since then, Cang Feilan’s address for Liu Jianli has changed – she now calls her “Sister Jianli”.

The Dragon Clan worships the strong, and Liu Jianli exemplified what it meant to be strong.

The brutal battlefield also drew its curtains in a sense.

Qin Feng thought he could finally live in peace, but he was wrong.

Another morning, Cang Feilan opened the door, stretched lazily, looked back lovingly, and then left on her own.

Today, Cang Feilan was even more radiant, obviously nourished by love.

Of course, she won’t lose herself in romance, after all, she still has to find ways to improve her cultivation.

Although she’s not yet Liu Jianli’s equal, serious cultivation could change that. Yielding is temporary, and it remains to be seen who will have the last laugh.

Moreover, what surprises her is that every time she makes love with Qin Feng, the Dragon Bead inside her undergoes some changes.

The mysterious energy flowing through her body not only brings her comfort, but also stabilizes her cultivation.

She didn’t want to miss out on this experience, so she woke up early in the morning, gave up tenderness, and seized the time to practice.

Only Qin Feng was left lying on the bed, looking despondent.

Although the situation of “one dragon playing with two phoenixes” did not occur, it was replaced by a rotating battle.

The two women seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding: “I’ll come tonight, and you’ll take over tomorrow night.”

It’s just that poor Qin Feng, like an old ox, is working hard but can’t even rest for a day.

If this continues, how will his weak body be able to bear it?

He sighed helplessly and prepared to get up and get dressed, but he accidentally grabbed a wooden board by the side of the bed and broke it?

“What’s going on?” Qin Feng’s eyes widened.

Previously, with the Dragon Bead nourishing his body and his flesh, his body was far stronger than ordinary people, even comparable to the Black Charcoal Head at that time.

But the Dragon Bead had long since returned to Feilan’s body, so why was his body even stronger now?

Could it be because of the intimate act with Feilan?

“Could it be that at this moment, the Dragon Bead in Feilan’s body could also temper my flesh?”

Sleeping can also increase strength. Is there such a good thing in the world? Qin Feng’s expression was rather complicated.

If this continues, perhaps his body can be comparable to that of Divine Warriors in the Invincible Vajra Body realm?

To be indestructible is what every man dreams of!

Of course, this was just Qin Feng’s wild imagination. Only at the fourth level of Divine Martial Dao Lineage can he reach the level of indestructibility, copper skin and iron bones. You can imagine how difficult it is.

How easy is that?

And the most important thing is…

Qin Feng stood up and rubbed his waist. If he kept going like this, he might give up before reaching the level of invincibility.

At the lakeside pavilion, Liu Jianli opened her palm and looked into it.

Besides the swirling energy, there was an even purer golden gas, which was the Ancient Divine Breath.

After passing through the Heavenly Tribulation and Life-Destroying Thunder, she was baptized by the Ancient Divine Breath.

At that moment, she had a faint feeling that in order to step into the second-grade realm, she might need to rely on this energy.