361: Chapter 361 Reunion with Fengyi

Deep within the tianque divine boat, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

The brocade couch was in disarray. Ling Hao leaned lazily against the headboard, his gaze falling on the pillow beside him.

Ye Xinglan was curled up at his side, her petite body wrapped in a silk quilt, revealing only a porcelain-white face and scattered silver hair.

A pair of small feet were encased in pure white silk stockings, with delicate arches and rounded toes faintly visible beneath the white silk.

Ling Hao touched these little feet, feeling the smooth and cool texture, and laughed with a sigh: "Divine."

Ye Xinglan was already accustomed to Ling Hao's nonsense. She buried her small face into his chest, and a muffled voice came out: "I had a fight with Fengyi."

"Oh?" Ling Hao raised an eyebrow. "This fiery Phoenix, her temper is still so explosive. Where is she?"

"She took Yue Qianqian to assist in the defense of the Northwest Main Rift."

"She certainly has a temper." Ling Hao pulled her closer and patted her back soothingly. "Is it because of us? Don't worry, Fengyi's nature is fiery, but she is not unreasonable. Give her some time, and give me some time."

He lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her soft hair. "I will handle it. I won't let you be put in a difficult position."

As for how to handle it? If she doesn't submit, just conquer her?

Ye Xinglan moved slightly in his arms, a hint of worry flashing in her purple eyes. "I just feel… a bit sorry for her. After all, it was me…"

The unfinished sentence was filled with guilt.

"Silly talk." Ling Hao interrupted her, his tone gentle. "Where there is love, what wrong is there?"

Ye Xinglan looked up and said softly, "So that's the reason for having so many Dao Companions?"

Just as Ling Hao was about to retort, his Divine Sense suddenly caught two extremely faint Auras outside the door.

He looked toward the door, a playful arc curling his lips.

Ye Xinglan also sensed it. Her small face instantly tightened, returning to her usual aloof and serious expression. She struggled to sit up. "Outside the door…"

She clearly wanted to warn those two troublesome disciples.

"No matter." Ling Hao chuckled, his arm tightening as he pulled her back into his embrace. Ye Xinglan refused to give in, twisting and struggling in his arms like an annoyed little cat, staring with wide purple eyes in silent protest.

Ling Hao raised his hand and lightly patted her shapely backside. "Don't make a fuss. Let them listen; it's just right."

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet inner chamber. Ye Xinglan's body stiffened, a flush rising on her face. She glared at him in shame and anger, but finally stopped struggling, pouting as she buried her face in his neck and stopped moving.

Outside the door, Lan Zhiwei pressed against the wall, her cold face covered in a blush, almost dripping with blood.

She lowered her voice and said tremblingly, "Senior Sister… Revered Master and the Supreme, are they… really doing that inside?"

An Hongxiu appeared much more composed. She leaned toward the door, a teasing smile on her heroic face, and also lowered her voice: "Nonsense! Otherwise, what do you think this noise is? Is Revered Master giving a lecture? Let's go, let's go in and see!"

As she spoke, she reached out to push the door.

Lan Zhiwei was shocked and grabbed her wrist, shaking her head like a rattle. "No! Senior Sister, absolutely not! That would be too rude!"

"What are you afraid of!" An Hongxiu laughed boldly, broke free, and pushed the door open with a "creak."

The moment the door opened, the scene in the inner chamber came into view.

Ling Hao leaned against the headboard, his wide collar slightly open. Ye Xinglan was held tightly in his arms, her silver hair messily spread over his chest and arms, her small face flushed red.

The two were in an extremely intimate posture.

Ling Hao's gaze passed over An Hongxiu and landed on the face of Lan Zhiwei, who was frozen behind her, filled with amusement.

Lan Zhiwei felt that gaze as if it were physical, so hot that her Soul was about to leave her body.

Her mind went blank. She didn't even see Ling Hao's expression clearly, just let out a short exclamation, turned abruptly, and fled in panic.

…

Northwest Main Rift, edge of the battlefield.

The raging Devilish Qi had mostly dissipated, leaving a scarred, charred land. The air was filled with a pungent smell mixed with smoke and blood.

"This time, thanks to the Tushan clan… Elder and the two Elder Jiangs for their great help, we were able to repel this wave of the Demon Army."

Su Fengyi, dressed in a red-gold Phoenix-patterned palace gown, her Phoenix eyes full of authority, nodded to Tushan Bailing and the Jiang sisters.

Tushan Bailing wore a deep purple thin gauze dress, her figure swaying charmingly, smiling with a bewitching look, her eyes filled with charm.

"Her Majesty the Empress is too kind. Your Majesty's Divine Might is even more worthy of our admiration."

The two engaged in a round of commercial flattery.

In fact, one was at the fifth level of Undergoing Tribulation, and the other had broken through to the first level of Undergoing Tribulation after bathing in the Ancestral Blood Pool. Within the three regions, both could unleash the combat power of the Mahayana Stage, so dealing with these Demon Armies was easy for them.

Jiang Wangqing covered her lips and chuckled, her light purple gauze dress accentuating her charming demeanor. "Yes, yes, Her Majesty the Empress's Phoenix True Flame burned all the demons to ashes. It was truly mesmerizing to watch."

Her younger sister, Jiang Tingyu, nodded in agreement from the side, her light red gauze dress swaying in the wind. "Yes, yes, and Senior Sister Yue Qianqian's Daoist Magic is simply miraculous!"

Yue Qianqian scratched her head, feeling embarrassed.

After some polite greetings, Su Fengyi took Yue Qianqian back to the temporary station of the Wutong Divine Dynasty. Yue Qianqian held a newly acquired box of snacks, her small face filled with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, Revered Master went to the Western Main Rift, should be going smoothly, right?"

Yue Qianqian asked vaguely while eating snacks.

"Hmm." Su Fengyi responded, her gaze looking toward the distant horizon, a trace of complexity flashing in the depths of her Phoenix eyes.

Just then, a huge and familiar streamlined giant ship tore through the clouds and slowly descended—it was the tianque divine boat.

The next moment, Ling Hao's figure appeared in the sky.

Su Fengyi's eyes narrowed. She turned around abruptly and raised her foot to leave.

Ye Xinglan, who was half a step behind Ling Hao, subconsciously tugged at Ling Hao's clothes when she saw this. Ling Hao felt her movement and the corners of his lips lifted, secretly laughing in his heart.

This Phoenix, is she this jealous?

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Su Fengyi, blocking her path.

Su Fengyi was about to speak, but Ling Hao, without a word, wrapped his arm around her slender waist and took her directly back to the flying boat.

Main cabin.

"You…"

Before she could say anything else, Su Fengyi's lips were directly blocked.

I don't know how long it had been, Su Fengyi's hair was slightly messy, her Phoenix eyes filled with shimmering water, the blush on her face had not faded, and her breathing was unstable.

She bit her lip and glared fiercely at Ling Hao.

"You… why are you… can't you just talk properly when you come up?"

Ling Hao tidied her collar with ease and raised an eyebrow. "Her Majesty the Empress walks away when she sees me, is that reasonable?"

Su Fengyi choked, her Aura weakened a bit. She turned her head away, her voice lowering. "Xinglan… told you everything?"

"Hmm." Ling Hao replied.

Su Fengyi was silent for a moment, with a hint of awkwardness and annoyance.

"I… I admit I was a bit angry that day and was too heavy-handed with her. But… but now, I really don't know how to face her."

Thinking of her loss of composure in a fit of rage that day, and their current relationship, she felt a wave of embarrassment.

Ling Hao realized that this was the crux of the matter. He laughed and reached out to hold her hand.

"What's difficult about this? Come, come back with me. You two sisters can talk it out. At worst, face each other, and face the gun together, wouldn't that…"

"No!"

Su Fengyi shook off his hand as if burned, her attitude firm. "Not going, even if I die!"

Seeing her so resistant, Ling Hao didn't force it anymore and turned to say:

"Fine. The Seal of the Northwest Main Rift is imminent. I will return to Cangwu City afterward. Do you… want to go back together?"

Su Fengyi composed herself, restored the dignity of the Empress, and slightly raised her chin.

"I am the Empress of Wutong, busy with ten thousand affairs. How can I be like you, a Supreme who is carefree and busy with ten thousand concubines?"

Ling Hao's eyes darkened. His arm wrapped around her waist again, pretending to lean in.

"It seems Her Majesty the Empress still has lingering resentment and needs me to purify it again?"

Su Fengyi's heart jumped. Remembering the "purification" method just now, her legs felt a bit weak. She quickly pressed his hand and her tone softened.

"Don't… I, I spoke out of turn just now."

She got up and wanted to get off the couch, but stepped on something. Looking down, pure white…

Looking around, Su Fengyi turned to look at Ling Hao, her words lingering.

"Did you and Xinglan just…"

"So, I was in the place where you two…"

…

Returned in defeat.