Chapter 95: Husband, Let Me Help You Hold Her Down

The two had been rivals for so many years. Each longed to outshine the other. It was never a matter of life and death, but now that the opportunity was right before her, how could Chen Wanwan possibly let it slip by?

As for Chu Feng, who in all of Sword Province did not know his name? On the day he fought the Jiang clan, the heavens and earth changed hue, the sun and moon lost their light, and the whole province was shrouded in a terrifying, destructive aura. Countless lives were lost, as if they had been swept away like dumplings in boiling water, struck down one by one. Chu Feng’s might had been utterly mythologized.

In An Miaoyi’s opinion, though the tales were certainly exaggerated, they proved that the man before her was far from ordinary. If she were to fight Chen Wanwan, it would be Chu Feng who determined whether she was a match for her old rival.

As these thoughts raced through An Miaoyi’s mind, Chen Wanwan struck. Ever since following Chu Feng, she had been taught the celestial-level Dragon-Subduing Palm. The deeper her mastery of this art became, the more she cherished it. Its power was extraordinary, its effects remarkable. Just like now—a simple wave of her hand conjured a golden dragon that lunged at An Miaoyi, jaws agape, revealing a set of sinister, man-devouring teeth as if it meant to tear her asunder.

Having sparred with Chen Wanwan for a hundred years, An Miaoyi knew her every move. It is said that one’s enemy often understands them better than any friend. Yet An Miaoyi had never seen Chen Wanwan wield the Dragon-Subduing Palm before, and when it manifested, it was grand and righteous, like a true dragon descending upon the world, radiating a force that could suppress all. Before the blow even landed, An Miaoyi felt her own power sealed, unable to move her strength at all.

She immediately demanded, “Chen Wanwan, is this the fortune you acquired in the Golden Immortal Palace?”

“You can guess,” Chen Wanwan laughed. “An Miaoyi, I wonder if your Shaking Radiance Art can withstand my Dragon-Subduing Palm.”

The Shaking Radiance Art—it was renowned as the foremost defense in the Tianyuan Realm. If fully mastered, it rendered the practitioner impervious to all spells and malevolence; few attacks could break through. But that all depended on the opponent. The Dragon-Subduing Palm was a celestial technique; its blows were infused with immortal power.

As Chen Wanwan unleashed the golden dragon, An Miaoyi had already activated her defense. A white ring of light appeared above her, forming a protective barrier. With a thunderous crash, the golden dragon struck the shield. This time, the defense did not hold as before; instead, there came a sharp, cracking sound, and a fissure appeared in the barrier.

Chen Wanwan could hardly contain her delight. She knew well how formidable the Shaking Radiance Art was. No matter what methods she used in the past, she could never breach An Miaoyi’s defense. Of course, by relying on her own Demonic Dance, she left An Miaoyi helpless to harm her in turn—neither could ever prevail.

But now, she had broken through the Shaking Radiance defense. Did this mean that, from now on, she could always hold the upper hand?

“An Miaoyi, surrender now. Obediently become my husband’s slave girl and serve him,” Chen Wanwan taunted.

An Miaoyi snorted coldly, “Witch, don’t even think about it. Even if you can break my Shaking Radiance, you must first defeat me! You don’t actually believe the art is only capable of defense, do you?”

“Defense is not its sole virtue,” she continued. “There is also speed.” With a frosty glare, An Miaoyi transformed into a streak of starlight, fleeing toward the outskirts of Tai Xuan City.

Seeing her attempt to escape, Chen Wanwan remained perfectly calm, shouting, “Husband, don’t let her get away!”

Chen Wanwan had the utmost confidence in Chu Feng. She had witnessed with her own eyes as he slew Fu Yuanshan, a tribulation-transcending celestial lord. An Miaoyi, though a saintess, was no match for Fu Yuanshan. Besides, Chu Feng’s Rainbow Flight was unlike any technique she’d ever seen—the speed was simply unparalleled.

Chu Feng nodded. “Don’t worry. She cannot escape.”

In a blink, Chu Feng vanished, reappearing before An Miaoyi, blocking her way with a smile. “Saintess of Shaking Radiance, you’re leaving so soon? That’s hardly proper. Wanwan just said she’d send you to my bed.”

An Miaoyi’s expression changed dramatically. The rumors about Chu Feng flashed through her mind—lecherous, ruthless, unprincipled, capable of anything. If she fell into his hands, it would be a fate worse than death, especially with Chen Wanwan present. She, a dignified saintess, would truly become someone’s slave.

She snatched a hairpin from her hair and slashed at Chu Feng. The hairpin was no ordinary ornament—it was a tribulation-celestial treasure, known as the Phoenix Blood Gold Pin, able to rend space itself with fearsome penetrating force. With a single stroke, the void before Chu Feng split open, the attack darting toward his brow.

Had it struck, Chu Feng would have died on the spot. Yet, just as the pin was about to land, a golden radiance erupted from Chu Feng’s body, rendering An Miaoyi’s attack futile. A surge of immense power struck back, and An Miaoyi quivered as if electrocuted, the Phoenix Blood Gold Pin tumbling from her hand as she plummeted to the earth, a severed kite.

Before she could hit the ground, Chu Feng was already there, catching her firmly in his arms. Held by a stranger, An Miaoyi’s body stiffened, and she cursed, “Let me go, you scoundrel!”

Chu Feng snorted, “You guessed right—I am a scoundrel. Today, I, Chu Feng, declare that An Miaoyi is now my woman.”

Chen Wanwan burst into laughter. “An Miaoyi, now that you’ve fallen into my husband’s hands, resign yourself to your fate. From this moment, you are no longer the saintess of Shaking Radiance.”

Panic seized An Miaoyi. She struggled desperately to break free, only to find her body powerless, her limbs limp. Terror flooded her heart—she, the paragon of chastity and pride, was about to be defiled. Even cursing required more strength than she had left. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

Witnessing this, Chen Wanwan was wild with delight. She turned to Chu Feng. “Husband, let’s go home and savor An Miaoyi at our leisure.”

“Very well,” Chu Feng replied with satisfaction.

Back at Lone Mountain, Chu Feng carried An Miaoyi into the bedchamber. By now, she had recovered enough to move slightly, and struggled to sit up, but Chen Wanwan instantly stepped forward, pressing her back down. She urged Chu Feng, “Husband, I’ll hold her down for you. Teach her a lesson.”