Chapter 153: Silhouette by the Window, My Lady, I'm Here - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 153: Silhouette by the Window, My Lady, I'm Here "Hmm?" Hearing Yu Luoniao's cheerful tone, Su Mo immediately understood. "Alright, you little enchantress, you're teasing me!" "You're asking for it!" With that, Su Mo reached out his finger and flicked Yu Luoniao in her tiny spider form on the forehead. Yu Luoniao's voice was sweet and coquettish. "Oh dear, I didn't have any other choice." "I was just worried that you might be exhausted now." Hearing this, Su Mo was slightly annoyed. "A man never admits defeat; I have as much energy as you need." Sensing Su Mo's reaction, Yu Luoniao immediately softened. "My lord, my lord!" "I was wrong, I was wrong!" "I know you have strong vitality, as abundant as liquid gold." Seeing Yu Luoniao relent, Su Mo didn't dwell on it. "When is the heavenly tribulation supposed to arrive?" "I heard it's quite fierce; one's life might end in an instant." Yu Luoniao also felt uneasy. "It is." "From ancient times, it's been exceptionally difficult for spirits to transcend tribulations." "There's the human tribulation, the earth tribulation, and the heavenly tribulation to overcome." "If I weren't the only variant of the white jade spider in this world, I probably wouldn't have survived the human tribulation." Su Mo nodded as he listened. During his simulations, he learned that Yu Luoniao was the only white jade spider of her kind. After her parents passed, no others remained. If she hadn't cultivated into spirit form, transforming into a human shape, she wouldn't have had any chance to reproduce. Yu Luoniao continued speaking. "It's been eight hundred years since I gained sentience. Originally, I had two hundred years left before the heavenly tribulation." "But after consuming your liquid gold pills last time, my cultivation increased two hundred years." "The heavenly tribulation arrives tomorrow." "Thankfully, by transcending earlier, my accumulated karma is only eight hundred years." "The power of the heavenly tribulation is related to karma." "Using a thousand years of cultivation to face an eight-hundred-year karma tribulation is fairly easy." Hearing this, Su Mo felt relieved. He pondered inwardly. Had Yu Luoniao not been overly greedy in his earlier simulations, attempting to use the essence of an entire nation’s populace to refine the web of seven emotions and six desires, her future potential might have been limitless. Then. Su Mo spoke again. "Since the heavenly tribulation arrives tomorrow, I’ll give you what you need now." "My lord, I need three places to store it with demon power for safety." "Let's head to the second floor!" ... About two hours later, Su Mo staggered out of the private room on the second floor, his eyes a daze. Not long ago. He'd contributed one hundred and twenty pieces of liquid gold. All he could say was. Yu Luoniao, the enchantress, was even more relentless than Fei Lingxue. She was tireless. Though she had cultivated for over eight hundred years, after all, and her physical strength must be top-notch in the mortal realm. As the sun nearly set, Su Mo lay limp on a lounge chair, absorbing the last of the day's energy to replenish his solar essence. He had to admit, the evening's afterglow was not as invigorating as noonday sun. Hardly a tenth of his solar essence was replenished before the sun fully set. At that time, Xu Miaoyin finished her cultivation. Thinking of going out for dinner, she found Su Mo napping in the lounge chair. Su Mo's constitution was mighty, even going without sleep was fine, yet something had thoroughly exhausted him. Seeing this, Xu Miaoyin decided not to wake him and began preparing food herself. In her past wanderings with disciples, she'd often cooked during idle times. Though her skills didn’t match up to Su Mo’s, the food was edible. Mostly edible. Su Mo didn’t know how long he’d been asleep when suddenly. A burnt smell reached his nose. With a food deity’s talent, his keen sense of smell told him it was burning meat. Upon opening his eyes. He saw black smoke billowing from the kitchen, even the chimney couldn't fully vent it. “Cough, cough!” Xu Miaoyin emerged from the kitchen in an apron, her face smudged with soot. Seeing this, Su Mo was speechless. Seeing Su Mo awake, Xu Miaoyin awkwardly smiled. "Su Lang, I..." "No need to explain, I understand." Looking at the still-smoking kitchen, Su Mo took a deep breath and waded into the smoky battlefield. With his sharp sense of smell, Su Mo discovered charred meat pieces in the pot, with a visible battered coating. Ignoring the oil, he first scooped out all the firewood from the stove, then poured in cold oil to douse the pot before retreating. Soon, the black smoke in the kitchen dissipated. Xu Miaoyin, feeling guilty, approached Su Mo. "Su Lang, I made a mistake…” “I just wanted to cook a meal.” “I remembered the delicious sweet and sour pork slices you made before and wanted to try it.” Su Mo laughed with resignation, but offered an apology. "Miaoyin, it's my fault." "I slept too long." Hearing Su Mo take the blame, Xu Miaoyin was pleased yet knew the responsibility was hers. She then hugged Su Mo silently. Her rumbling stomach, however, broke the silence. Su Mo brushed her face, smudged with soot. "First clean up, then we’ll cook." "Alright!" ... It was midnight by the time they finished their meal. Xu Miaoyin shook Su Mo awake. "Su Lang, remember Madam Huang visited earlier today?" "You haven't seen her in a while; shouldn’t you visit tonight?" At those words. Su Mo recalled. "I completely forgot." "But it’s late now; I’ll go tomorrow." Hearing this, Xu Miaoyin kept shaking her head. "Su Lang, you don't understand." "I bet if you go now, Madam Huang is still up." Su Mo recalled Huang Qingwan's stubborn nature. She'd even broken ties with her father for him; delaying a visit was unfair to her. Thinking this, Su Mo nodded. "Miaoyin, you're right." "I’ll go now." "That's the spirit." Xu Miaoyin felt no jealousy at all. Instead, she felt somewhat sorry for Huang Qingwan. If she hadn’t spent so long cleaning up the kitchen, they wouldn’t have been delayed. Su Mo, noticing this, embraced Xu Miaoyin. "Miaoyin, I’m off." "Mmm, go on." ... Leaving the inn, Su Mo saw the once-bright moon suddenly obscured by clouds; the sky darkened. It seemed Yu Luoniao was about to undergo her tribulation. During the day, she mentioned going to Black Wind Mountain to transcend. The mountain's array would conceal her actions, lessening the tribulation's power. But as Su Mo gazed skyward, a fleeting light piqued his curiosity. Could there be meteors at such a time? Such intrigue. Shaking his head. Su Mo dismissed the thought. Having already done all he could for Yu Luoniao, her fate rested on her luck now. Arriving at the rear wall of the General’s Mansion, Su Mo leapt ten meters into Huang Qingwan’s courtyard. Once inside, as Xu Miaoyin predicted, Huang Qingwan's room was still aglow. By the window stood a silhouette; whether it was Huang Qingwan or another was unclear. Feeling guiltier, Su Mo proceeded to knock. "Who?" Huang Qingwan's voice was filled with caution. "My lady, it’s me." At his first words, Su Mo saw the silhouette vanish, followed by swift steps from behind the door. "Creekeek," the door opened, revealing Huang Qingwan. Gazing at the familiar figure before her, emotions surged within Huang Qingwan. Thousands of unspoken words clotted in her throat; she could voice not a single one. All felt illusory, except the person standing before her. Seeing her gaze dazed. Su Mo spread his arms and pulled Huang Qingwan into an embrace. "My lady, I am here." They lingered long at the doorstep. Suddenly, Su Mo felt Huang Qingwan's shoulders quiver; soft sobs reached his ears. Glancing, he saw. Her delicate face, streaked with tears. Finally, her voice returned, and the love concealed in her heart translated into words. "Su Lang, I knew you would come." Hearing Huang Qingwan's voice, Su Mo felt a wave of guilt wash over him. "Yes, I'm here." "You waited for the right person." He picked up his beloved, nudging the door closed with his foot. Inside, Su Mo noticed that Chun Zhu and Shao Yao had both fallen asleep at the table, leaving only Huang Qingwan waiting for him. Su Mo was touched by the depth of her feelings. As he pondered his next move, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Su Lang, why do you smell burnt?" Su Mo’s face flushed with embarrassment. "It's nothing." "Just a dish that got a bit overcooked today." "Su Lang, I have so much to tell you..." "Let’s talk in bed." "Alright..." ... As dawn broke, the morning sun filtered gently through the thin window drapes into the room. Summer had arrived. Life thrived. Outside, birds chirped joyously, their melodious calls complimenting one another. Inside, on the bed. Su Mo gradually awoke. Gazing at the beautiful face still asleep in his arms, a smile graced his lips, and he tenderly kissed her gently colored lips. "Su Gege, you’re awake." "Come wash your face." Chun Zhu entered, carrying water from outside. Her gaze shyly fell on Su Mo’s broad, exposed chest peeking out from his thin clothes. She sighed internally. She wondered what Su Gege had consumed to become so strong. She herself was too weak. She'd lasted less than three quarters of an hour before surrendering. But it was good to experience it. She couldn't deny, her skin felt smoother and more hydrated. Su Mo rose carefully. Not disturbing Huang Qingwan as he did. His mind still concerned for Yu Luoniao, wanting to head back to the inn to see how she fared with the heavenly tribulation. "Chun Zhu, I’m heading out." Hearing that Su Mo planned to leave, Chun Zhu panicked. "Su Gege, why are you in such a hurry? The last time we woke without seeing you, madam was heartbroken." "I..." Su Mo was momentarily lost for words. He couldn't very well explain the real reason. Just then, a message resonated in Su Mo’s mind. "My lord, don’t worry about me, Yu Niang has passed the tribulation." Hmm? Su Mo’s scalp tingled, realizing Yu Luoniao had somehow nestled herself amidst his hair unbeknownst to him. Yu Luoniao's voice continued. "My lord was so gentle last night." "I’ve never felt that way before." Su Mo’s face turned dark, though relief settled in his heart. No matter what, it was good that she succeeded. Not replying to Yu Luoniao, Su Mo moved to the water basin and gently washed his face. "Alright, I won’t leave just yet." “Mmm!” “Then Su Gege, you can spend more time with the lady. Shao Yao has gone to fetch food from the kitchen.” “I’ll hurry her up.” With that, Chun Zhu left the room. Su Mo dressed quickly, sitting by the bed to admire the beauty before him. Thanks to the nourishing liquid gold pills, Huang Qingwan now seemed even more ethereal and graceful than before. Her figure was perfectly balanced, neither too thin nor too plump. Not crafted by nature. Yet she seemed like a sprite of the earth. She embodied the spirit of the heavens, untouched by mundane cosmetics. Sensing Su Mo’s gaze, her eyelashes fluttered softly before she opened her phoenix-like eyes. Blushing deeply, Huang Qingwan hastily grabbed the almost-fallen quilt to cover herself. "Su Lang, why do you look at me like that?" "You’re making me shy." A mischievous grin played on Su Mo's lips as he leaned closer, whispering something Huang Qingwan didn’t understand. "Time for a morning workout!" ... Beyond the Song Dynasty’s borders, in the skies above. Flying on swords from the Celestial Realm were a man and a woman. The man had sword-like brows and a stern visage. The woman wore a sharp expression on an otherwise charming face, with a hint of acerbity. The fierce winds at such heights buffeted them, yet the pair stood unfazed. Had Su Mo been present, he would’ve recognized them as members of the Emei sect from his simulations, the ones seeking the Ginseng Baby. "Elder Brother Yun Song, Sister Liuli couldn’t be in trouble within the Song territory, could she?" "Junior Sister Yun Luo, such thoughts are unbecoming." "Sister Liuli is one of Emei’s most outstanding third-generation cultivators. Transcending to the Celestial Immortal stage is only a matter of time." "There’s no way the mundane world could trouble her." Upon hearing this, Yun Luo nodded. "Let’s hope so." "But where could she be now?" "Aren’t we using the scent-seeking needle from that charm-maker?" "The needle indicates the person is still in the mortal world." "Regardless of Sister Liuli’s situation." "We should deal with that amulet maker first." "Mmm, that seems best..." ... Meanwhile, above the General's Mansion. Nangong Liuli seemed to sense something, rising on her flying sword, she gazed into the distance. Soon, two small black spots approached, gradually entering her sight. Nangong Liuli was slightly surprised. Yun Song, Yun Luo. Why were they here? As Nangong Liuli pondered, Yun Song and Yun Luo closed in. Seeing Nangong Liuli, they were shocked. Yun Song flew closer on his sword. "Senior Sister, why are you here?" "We thought something happened to you." "Why haven’t you removed that person and returned to the Celestial Realm?" "This chaotic world, entangled in karma, benefits no one staying long." Nangong Liuli replied. "Come with me." Turning, Nangong Liuli flew away. Curious, Yun Song and Yun Luo followed her. Before long. Nangong Liuli led them to Black Wind Mountain. A ghastly place, with howling winds and skeletal remains scattered across the ground. The two were unclear why their senior sister had brought them here. Nangong Liuli spoke. "Do you know who turned this place into a living hell?" Yun Song and Yun Luo shook their heads. "No idea." "Why bring us here, Senior Sister?" Nangong Liuli took a deep breath. "This is the carnage wrought by the son of an immortal!" "I don’t understand why we’re to avenge such a monster!" (Chapter ends)