chapter 184 In the days that followed - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

In the days that followed, Su Mo and Meng Hongshang flew on their mystical crane, He Ling'er, traversing between famed mountains and rivers to gather medicinal herbs. Perhaps it was merely luck. They unexpectedly stumbled upon a five-hundred-year-old flesh ganoderma in Xuanyang Mountain. This discovery brought a smile to Meng Hongshang's face. Because with this, she could refine the Shen Zhi Nine Aperture Pill. The Shen Zhi Nine Aperture Pill is an upgraded version of the Ginseng Nine Aperture Pill, with its potency enhanced four to five times. If one Ginseng Nine Aperture Pill could equate to three months of rigorous cultivation, Then one Shen Zhi Nine Aperture Pill could be worth a year of such effort. Throughout this time, Su Mo, as if simulating a familiar path, continued to woo Meng Hongshang using the conventional approaches popular on Earth. Due to the differing statuses in reality compared to the simulation, Meng Hongshang was easily charmed by Su Mo. Occasionally teasing her with witty banter only resulted in a blush, never anger. Su Mo understood well. What stood between him and Meng Hongshang now was just a spark. But when this spark would ignite was something highly anticipated. ... At Cuiyun Mountain. As in the simulation, the place was filled with novice disciples from various sects, sent by their masters for training. Since this was not the dwelling of some ancient heavenly being, A roaming immortal's abode wasn't worth the effort; better to let the disciples train there. Inside an inn, Su Mo and Meng Hongshang settled on the second floor, ordering a few simple dishes and a pot of good wine, choosing a window-side spot to dine. From here, one could see the grand view of Cuiyun Mountain. Just a day remained until the opened immortal's abode. The nearby mortal towns were bustling with profit, filled with cultivators spending freely. As Su Mo amused Meng Hongshang with some anecdotes, causing her to laugh heartily, a gentle, soft female voice emerged from below the inn. "Waiter, is there any space left? Just for me." "Esteemed guest, there’s a window seat available on the second floor." “Alright, just some plain vegetables and buns will do.” “Please hold on, dear guest.” Before long, a woman dressed in luxurious red robes climbed up the second-floor stairs. Curiosity piqued, Su Mo glanced in her direction, spotting a strikingly beautiful figure. The woman had flowing light red hair cascading like a waterfall, reaching down to her thighs. Her eyes were fiery red, with a hint of pale gold, deep and beautiful like a lake. Her high, goddess-like nose, thin and sensual lips, flawless snowy skin—her beauty was unparalleled. Her broad, luxurious attire hid her exact figure, yet one could faintly discern the alluring contours within, sparking imagination. The overall impression was one of ethereal nobility and remarkable aloofness. One look and Su Mo found it difficult to turn away. Because the newcomer was none other than the thirteenth princess of the Asura clan, Princess Iron Fan. Iron Fan noticed Su Mo as well. Upon seeing him, her breath halted, her phoenix-like eyes filled with excitement. In just a few steps, she was at the table with Su Mo and Meng Hongshang. Startled, Meng Hongshang also noticed Iron Fan. While captivated by her stunning appearance, she was curious why someone with the power of an Earth Immortal would appear before her and Su Mo. “Su Lang, it's really you!” Iron Fan's eyes were full of tenderness, almost melting Su Mo. Upon seeing Meng Hongshang at Su Mo’s table, a sly glance appeared, questioning where this charming maiden was lured from by her own Su Lang. Su Mo felt his scalp tingle, a tight knot forming in his heart as he frantically tried to devise a plan. How could fate be so tricky, bringing them face to face here? Meng Hongshang’s eyes grew redder. Immediately, she branded Su Mo a deceitful fraud in matters of the heart. Noticing Meng Hongshang’s gaze, Su Mo realized the situation was worsening. His only recourse was to pretend he didn’t recognize Iron Fan. After all, he wasn’t a disciple of the Shushan sect; there shouldn’t be any repercussions. Moreover, given Iron Fan's feelings, Even if he pretended not to recognize her, she wouldn’t give up. At once, Su Mo looked at Iron Fan with feigned confusion. “Miss, do I know you?” “Though you are beautiful, you can’t just call me ‘husband’ out of nowhere.” Meng Hongshang, seeing Su Mo's reaction, was momentarily stunned. Was it possible this lady had mistaken him, and she had wrongly accused him? But the lady clearly called him Su Lang. The same surname. Damn it. He must be pretending to be naïve to keep her from uncovering the truth! With that thought, Meng Hongshang felt more aggrieved and indignant, yet she remained seated firmly, unwilling to leave. She planned to see how Su Mo would explain himself next. Iron Fan, hearing Su Mo claim he didn’t know her, quickly examined his body. Discovering Su Mo’s body was extremely pure and Yang-like, possessing a power far stronger than her own Trifire of True Essence cultivated over eight hundred years. There were no signs of him having cultivated the Blood Vitality Sutra. Could it be that this person before her was her Su Lang reincarnated? Iron Fan found herself at a loss, tears beginning to form in her beautiful eyes. “Do you truly not recognize me?” “Is it possible you have no memory?” Seeing Iron Fan’s tears, Su Mo felt a twinge of guilt, but to prevent her from sabotaging his pursuit of Meng Hongshang, he resolutely feigned ignorance. “Miss, I really don’t know you.” “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Iron Fan swiftly sorted through the series of events since she emerged from her secluded cultivation. First, upon awakening from seclusion, she had returned to a virginal state. Upon inquiring at Shushan, Bai Ningshuang bluntly told her Su Mo didn’t exist. Yet she realized that Bai Ningshuang had likely consumed the Water of Forgetfulness, erasing memories of her former beloved. After fruitless investigation, Iron Fan felt discouraged. Coincidentally, the opening of Cuiyun Mountain’s palace occurred. The mountain’s scenic beauty, secluded and distant from demonic sects and immortals alike, made it an inviting residence. But who would have expected? To stumble upon her Su Lang here! Observing his non-recognition, he seemed to be her Su Lang reincarnated. Having found him, how could she let go easily? Even with a lovely maiden by his side, Iron Fan was confident she wouldn’t lose to anyone! With this realization, Iron Fan boldly declared, “If you don’t recognize me, I don’t blame you.” “Because you’re the reincarnation of my beloved.” “In our past lives, we had fate but no destiny; this life, I won’t let you slip away so easily.” Taken aback by Iron Fan’s forthright words, Su Mo felt a slight headache. Meng Hongshang, meanwhile, deciphered the situation. So it was reincarnation. In the realm of Earthly Immortals, reincarnation of roaming immortals or Earthly Immortals was common; it was simply that Su Mo hadn't awakened the mysteries of the womb, leading to a barrier between his past and current selves, making him into another person entirely. She had misjudged him! Realizing her mistake, Meng Hongshang cast a glance of apology at Su Mo. Seizing the moment, Su Mo grasped Meng Hongshang’s delicate hand, feeling its smoothness. “Miss, she is my dao companion.” “Even if I’m the reincarnation of your beloved, in this life, we are star-crossed lovers. My heart belongs solely to Hongshang.” Meng Hongshang, caught off guard by Su Mo’s sudden confession, felt her ears burn, her heart filled with sweetness, though she was reluctant to readily accept his pursuit. Yet, faced with his previous-life lover, peerlessly beautiful, rejecting him now would mean handing him over. No. She couldn’t let that happen. Thus, Meng Hongshang maintained her shy facade, withholding any words of rejection. Iron Fan, witnessing this, felt a pang. But after waiting for eight hundred years, what was wrong with sharing love? Resolved, Iron Fan sat beside Su Mo, proclaiming, “Our bond transcends lifetimes.” “Though you have a dao companion this life, it matters not to me.” “We three can be together.” Meng Hongshang was distressed, finding such relations repugnant. To her, lifelong exclusive love symbolized the finest romance. For another female cultivator to intervene—shameless audacity. “Su… Su Lang, let’s leave.” Meng Hongshang stood, now addressing him intimately as Su Lang instead of Su Mo. Hearing this, Su Mo was overjoyed. Iron Fan’s unintentional assist had Meng Hongshang indirectly acknowledge their relationship. With that, Su Mo sidestepped Iron Fan, following Meng Hongshang downstairs. Iron Fan immediately stood up and followed them, clearly unwilling to give up on Su Mo so easily. The two of them arrived at another inn, slightly more upscale, intending to stay the night. Meng Hongshang was about to request two rooms when she noticed Iron Fan trailing closely behind them. Faced with a being of Iron Fan’s earth immortal stature, Meng Hongshang felt increasingly apprehensive. She ended up saying they only needed one room. Hearing this, Su Mo was overjoyed, eagerly following Meng Hongshang upstairs. Inside a tastefully decorated guest room, Meng Hongshang set up a soundproof barrier, looked at Su Mo’s beaming face, and felt a wave of irritation. She had intended to test Su Mo further, but didn’t foresee an unexpected interloper—a woman proclaiming her intent to marry Su Mo. All at once, Meng Hongshang’s mind was in disarray, unsure of her next course of action. Gazing at the composed, alluring Meng Hongshang, Su Mo chuckled softly. “Hongshang, you meant what you said, right?” “That we’re now dao companions.” Seeing Su Mo's presumptuous behavior, Meng Hongshang decided not to indulge him, immediately adopting a stern expression. “We are not dao companions.” “Your former wife came looking for you; I wouldn’t dare impose.” “If you wish to rekindle with her, I’ll leave right now.” “And take back the Trapping Immortal Rope and Ginseng Doll; I won’t owe you anything!” Meng Hongshang’s sharp words revealed her insecurity, something Su Mo was well aware of. He approached her and, catching her off guard, wrapped her in his arms, instantly feeling the warmth and softness that was impossible to let go of. Meng Hongshang froze, her face flushing bright red, then began to struggle in Su Mo's embrace. “You! What are you doing!” “Don’t you know men and women should maintain propriety? How improper it is to hold me like this.” Meng Hongshang struggled fiercely in Su Mo’s arms, her small fists pounding against his chest, demanding to be released. But with the strength of nine dragons and nine elephants, Su Mo’s physical power was unmatched, making it impossible for Meng Hongshang to break free. “Hongshang, Hongshang, listen to me.” “I love you, I truly do.” “From the moment I first saw you, I fell in love with you!” Su Mo repeated the timeless, clichéd declarations, holding Meng Hongshang firmly. Meng Hongshang struggled even harder after hearing his words. “No, go away! “Let me go!” Su Mo could feel that Meng Hongshang was purely relying on physical strength to resist, not using any spiritual power. He knew Meng Hongshang just needed a reason. He had to give her that reason. Taking a deep breath, Su Mo whispered passionately into her delicate ear. “Hongshang, can’t you give me a chance?” “Haven’t I done enough?” “Short of tearing my heart out for you.” Meng Hongshang was bewildered; in her mind, the image of her senior brother was gradually being shattered by Su Mo’s words. She seemed to reach for the familiar face she cherished, but with each of Su Mo’s whispers, that face turned to mist, vanishing bit by bit. “No…” Meng Hongshang shook her head; she was utterly confused about what to do. “Su Mo, let me go to think for a bit.” Her tone softened, yet Su Mo knew he must strike while the iron was hot. He shouted firmly, “Meng Hongshang! Look at me!” Startled, Meng Hongshang instinctively lifted her face, meeting Su Mo’s tender gaze. Unrelenting, Su Mo spoke plainly: “Are you still thinking about your senior brother?” “Let me tell you, while you’re alone at night, your senior brother and junior sister are probably having the time of their lives!” “Do you think in those moments your senior brother thinks of you?” “I tell you, absolutely not!” “They might even be talking about you behind your back.” “And here you are, foolishly pining after him, rejecting all other admirers.” “Tell me, isn’t that silly?” “Isn’t it?” Meng Hongshang, flustered and angry, lashed out. With a “slap,” she freed a hand and struck Su Mo’s cheek. However, Su Mo wasn’t angry. Seeing Meng Hongshang’s enticing lips, he moved in closer... “Mmm!” Meng Hongshang’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Her first kiss. Taken just like that? “Mmm… go away!” Meng Hongshang finally used her spiritual power, pushing Su Mo away. A trace of moisture lingered on her lips. “Get out!” Meng Hongshang’s eyes were complex, her thoughts scattered. She desperately wanted to be alone and calm down. Su Mo, noticing no malice in her gaze, realized Meng Hongshang was already beginning to accept him. She just needed a bit more time to adjust. “Alright, I’ll leave; take some time for yourself.” With that, Su Mo opened the door and left. Once the door was closed, Meng Hongshang lay on the bed, her mind racing with Su Mo's heartfelt declarations. Her expressions shifting between anger and sweetness. “That scoundrel.” “He knew that if I had more time, I could accept this.” “Now, what am I supposed to do!” ... Unaware of Meng Hongshang’s inner turmoil, Su Mo, ready to chat with Yu Luonang, found himself facing an alluring figure. It was Iron Fan. She had taken a room next to Su Mo and Meng Hongshang, sensing his presence the moment he stepped out. Approaching immediately, she saw the bite mark on Su Mo’s lips, her eyes fixated on him. “Thrown out, were you?” “Dare to spend some time in my room?”