Surely the woman blessed by fate is not afraid of it?

“Could it be that you have something to hide from me?”

Feng Yuan’s words caused He Ange’s brain to freeze.

His heart raced, a tremor took hold.

Why though?

He Ange should have had a clear conscience, yet he felt fear, unable to defend himself.

Truly an ancient Phoenix Spirit of ten thousand years.

Although Feng Yuan didn’t understand love and feelings, she easily grasped a strange and incongruous logical contradiction through observation alone.

Honestly, He Ange had no other intentions towards Feng Yuan, except last time when he was overwhelmed by desire and couldn’t help but harbor a bit of evil thought…

Thinking of this, He Ange himself felt uncertain.

Could it be that his filial piety towards Feng Yuan had been mixed with personal desires he wasn’t even aware of?

However, Feng Yuan was not even He Ange’s favorite type…

Her bust’s size was not that as big as her Senior Sister’s, her legs weren’t as long, and she couldn’t wear black silk and cheongsam.

The only truly attractive part about her was her fragrant and smooth jade colored small feet.

However, He Ange was by no means a foot fetishist.

How could he get on this path with Feng Yuan Because of his attraction to her feet…

So, why do you feel guilty to Fengyuan?

Even he Ange could not comprehend himself.

Seeing the youth driven to nervousness, Feng Yuan frowned slightly.

Seeming to realize she had played a practical joke, she averted her head, speaking as if she does not care.

“Don’t overthink it, I was just testing.”

She floated upwards, swirling in a circle as the Phoenix Spirit, then descended with the dark cyan curtain of the abyss, reforming into her delicate human form.

Feng Yuang Looked back at He Ange one more time, before proceeding without a word.

“Go accompany your partner, I will be aware next time.”

Feng Yuan gave a proper apology before leaving.

However, her pale little face couldn’t help but flush slightly as she passed the corner of the hallway, and a bit of confusion and unease emerged in her heart.

Cough—!

A light cough came from Feng Yuan, a feeling of discomfort.

It was strange.

When she left He Ange’s side, Feng Yuan felt cold, and her condition worsened.

That disciple…

Surely her disciple does not hold ulterior motives?

That was, in fact, a joke.

However, what she found odd, was He Ange’s reaction, a strange and confused reaction.

Feng Yuan felt confused and frustrated,

thinking about a possible scenario, her heartbeat speeds.

She cannot see He Ange, in that way, not even a little. Even thinking as a “female” in the means of reproduction, Feng Yuan would be unable to look at He Ange with those motives, to the point where she wouldn’t even consider him the same species.

Their status was different, and their racial dynamics made them different.

Even if, one day, Feng Yuan allowed He Ange’s genetic seeds into her body, The biological system, would kill the cells.

In other words, Feng Yuan couldn’t conceive He Ange’s child due to reproductive isolation, because the lower family had no right to right of the True Phoenix bloodline.

Moreover, they were from maternal and paternal lineages, and natural law wouldn’t allow such incest.

At most, Feng Yuan and He Ange were master and disciple.

But.

Why was her body changing this way?

Feng Yuan pondered it once more “Ah, I see now.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

Walking in the ancient temple hallway, Feng Yuan lifted her head towards the moon, an icy fairy face slightly melting, at least no longer as emotionless as before.

For a moment, Feng Yuan felt a weak sting on her neck, like being bitten by a mosquito.

Reaching out to touch it, she recalled the last battle with Chen Long, where He Ange had bitten her in exactly that spot with his sharp teeth…

At that moment, He Ange had injected the True Dragon bloodline into Feng Yuan he pierced with his fangs, assisting Feng Yuan in breaking through Chen Long’s spatial barrier and allowing them to retreat successfully.

“Though, I slapped him at that momment, as he should have spit out all he blood he sucked”

“I see, I am her mother, has no reasons to be a snitch, As it would have only being his down fall”

“As for his blood, I have strict control, it’s impossible to inject it, and even if it did, my body would kill it like a virus.”

“So, there’s no risk of consanguineous hemolysis between Ange and me.”

Strange…

Sighing, Feng Yuan felt tired physically and mentally.

She shook her head. Planning to no longer think about these impossible things.

“Alright, it’s unlikely about He Ange, the majority here is the real dragon blood…”

…

…

…

After Feng Yuan left, He Ange leaned against the wall as if he had survived a disaster, breathing heavily.

He concluding it was most likely all on his head.

So, to prevent any inappropriate thoughts, He Ange decided to keep a distance from Feng Yuan, maintaining the boundaries and etiquette of their master-disciple relationship.

For his own good, He Ange had to keep a distance, in order to no give false interpretations.

Lucky for him, He Ange was clear in his head.

He believed he could control his body. By having no thoughts, The situation, will no longer happen.

“Master is just my benefactor, nothing more.”

“But Senior Sister is my woman, also my confidante, Master has many abyss apostles, but only I am left in Sister Luo Yi’s heart, she is in a sensitive period now…”

“I can’t let Sister down even if I feel guilty towards Master.”

“But master had just stopped me, I could not be push my master away, right?”

“In the final analysis, is that I wasn’t strong enough, I had to take care of what the grown-ups thought, and was too powerless to do anything…”

With this thought, He Ange sighed a little dejectedly.

No matter how many reasons he had, he still had to go and comfort An Luo Yi.

Emotionally, An Luo Yi was more important and genuine than Feng Yuan.

…

…

In the dim room, An Luo Yi sat in a dark corner, holding her hugging knees, with cold eyes.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the room was pushed open.

An Luo Yi raised her head, seeing a young man in a moon-white robe.

He was still so charming, so pleasing to the eye, so much to her liking…

However, as much has she was looking for him, An Luo Yi was not happy in the slightest.

She even felt disappointed.

As she was angry, and He Ange was so long, as This clearly meant that after An Luo Yi left, He Ange still spent time with Feng Yuan, without any intention of chasing after her.

Thinking of this, An Luo Yi felt uncomfortable, wronged, wanting to cry…

This was the first time An Luo Yi had felt such betrayal and misplacement in their relationship.

She mainly summarized two major feelings.

First, An Luo Yi deeply felt her weakness. In front of the mythical Phoenix Spirit, even though He Ange was An Luo Yi’s husband, she still didn’t have the courage to compete with Feng Yuan.

An Luo Yi was angry and jealous but didn’t dare to say anything, only able to swallow her grievances.

The reason was simple.

Feng Yuan was not only He Ange’s benefactor but also had done a favor to An Luo Yi. She was almost the ruler of the Nine Heavens, her position unassailable.

Living under someone else’s roof, everyone in the Spirit Phoenix Sect had to kneel at Feng Yuan’s feet. How could An Luo Yi, even as the woman blessed by fate, be an exception?

She would not.

This unprecedented unwillingness and humiliation repeatedly stimulated An Luo Yi’s pride and rebellious nature.

How could she be willing to give up He Ange to Feng Yuan?

Although she didn’t say it aloud, An Luo Yi was utterly unconvinced.

Now, An Luo Yi deeply understood the principle of “falling behind means taking a beating.”

She no longer wanted to live such a humiliating and weak life.

An Luo Yi secretly resolved to cultivate even harder, surpass He Ange, and even transcend the True Dragon and True Phoenix of the Nine Heavens, taking control of her destiny!

It sounded exaggerated and unrealistic.

For the woman blessed by fate, it matched An Luo Yi’s destiny.

Now, An Luo Yi had the True Dragon bloodline, her cultivation limit was almost limitless. Given the opportunity, An Luo Yi could reach the Heavenly God Realm, even challenging True Gods.

Besides humiliation, which strengthened An Luo Yi’s determination to become stronger,

Second, An Luo Yi realized that if she acted like a young wife every day, longing for He Ange, such feelings wouldn’t last. She was doomed to be unhappy.

Like He Ange in the past.

He had to act according to An Luo Yi’s whims because he was weak.

Previously, no matter how much He Ange liked An Luo Yi, he was  only allowed with permmission of An Luo Yi.

Now, An Luo Yi also experienced the bitterness and unwillingness of being in a weak position.

He Ange didn’t want to be An Luo Yi’s dog, he worked hard and succeeded.

Conversely, how could An Luo Yi be willing to be He Ange’s obedient little wife forever?

An Luo Yi didn’t want to become a woman who had to watch her husband’s expressions, watching him flirt with other women, powerless, weeping alone in a small dark room…

An Luo Yi didn’t want to be like this again!

She was the woman blessed by fate, she didn’t want to be a beggar in love!

“Men are fickle.”

“When they chase you, they’re proactive.”

“But once they have you, they become cold and heartless.”

Muttering these worldly clichés, An Luo Yi’s cold eyes became even darker and deeper, not only lacking luster but also tinged with negative emotions.

Thinking this, the fairy couldn’t help but sneer coldly.

An Luo Yi admitted she was somewhat sensitive, even making a fuss over nothing.

Was she in the wrong?

Feng Yuan was seriously injured, and so was An Luo Yi.

In that battle, An Luo Yi had just experienced life and death, her heart was fragile, she was indeed being willful, demanding all of He Ange’s time despite being saved by him.

“You say you’re busy and can’t accompany me, fine, I can understand, but you’re also being ambiguous with your master behind my back, what do you take me for…”

Another self-talk, An Luo Yi bit her lip, suppressing the grievance in her heart, trying not to cry.

But suddenly, He Ange had already reached An Luo Yi’s side.

“Senior Sister, I was wrong, please listen to me…”

He Ange knelt down, comforting her gently, his eyes filled with pity and guilt for his senior sister.

He sincerely admitted his mistake.

He felt he had wronged An Luo Yi.

Thinking this, He Ange reached out to caress the fairy’s aggrieved face.

But before He Ange could touch her, An Luo Yi coldly slapped his hand away—

Slap!

“He Ange, don’t touch me.”

The fairy lifted her head, her eyes red and wet, but her expression exceptionally fierce.

Her cold and arrogant expression was similar to when He Ange didn’t cultivate diligently, and An Luo Yi scolded him.

An Luo Yi can allow so many mistakes, after all everyone makes mistakes

She was most hurt and sad was that she was wronged for so long, Yet He Ange was late to take care of it.

This made An Luo Yi feel neglected, felt betrayed.

However, if He Ange had misunderstood, An Luo Yi would hurry to go for him. to clarify and explain.

But what about He Ange?

He didn’t do that, he didn’t return enough love to An Luo Yi.

When his hand was coldly slapped away by the fairy, He Ange froze.

He took a deep breath, patiently and earnestly explaining to An Luo Yi a second time:

“Senior Sister, Master has been ill recently, her mood is also strange, that’s why…”

“I don’t know how to say it, but you know, Master is a ten-thousand-year-old True Phoenix, I’m just a disciple, I can’t rebel against her, I have to obey whatever Master says…”

“And about the mooncakes, I really intended to give them to you first, but Master happened to see them on the way, and she wanted to eat, it was just a mooncake, I couldn’t be stingy and refuse her…”

“Also, Senior Sister, I wanted to come back and explain to you earlier, but Master kept stopping me to talk about other things, she wasn’t like this before, I don’t know what’s wrong with her lately, she has many demands of me…”

“Senior Sister, I know you’re wronged, I apologize to you now…”

“Just forgive me this once, okay?”

By the end, He Ange truly exhausted all his tenderness.

But after a moment of silence,

An Luo Yi still lowered her eyes, not speaking.

This time, she didn’t scold He Ange, the fairy merely turned her face away silently, embracing her chest with her knees, silently sobbing with grievance.

She had already understood He Ange.

An Luo Yi wasn’t stupid, she could understand He Ange’s difficulties.

But understanding didn’t mean An Luo Yi would easily forgive him.

An Luo Yi was simply being stubborn, unwilling to give He Ange a good look.

This was her usual “cold treatment.”

When encountering conflicts, An Luo Yi was unwilling to communicate. She preferred to ignore He Ange, leave him cold, then let He Ange come to her, to comfort her.

A bad habit spoiled since childhood, An Luo Yi liked to use this selfish method to retaliate against He Ange.

An Luo Yi was wronged, so she wanted to make He Ange feel the same, feeling the torment…

Recently, An Luo Yi had restrained her temper.

Because she had lost He Ange once, and He Ange, wanting to correct his senior sister’s personality, was no longer so gentle to An Luo Yi.

At that time, An Luo Yi was afraid of losing He Ange again, so her personality changed a lot, becoming very obedient, very gentle, even proactively begging He Ange not to leave her, to take her away.

He Ange, worried about An Luo Yi’s injuries, had been very gentle, very considerate, and even taking care of her.

But in reality, An Luo Yi’s body wasn’t that delicate.

She recovered quickly, her body quickly returning to health.

But her heart couldn’t go back.

He Ange lowered his posture, speaking kindly, pleasing An Luo Yi as before.

Over time, the pride in the bones of the woman blessed by fate rose again.

She felt she was capable again.

Unwittingly, she went back to the “He can’t get past me” way.

In the past, An Luo Yi might have relied on her high cultivation level, He Ange not daring to scold her, using this to manipulate and torment He Ange.

But now, He Ange had long since stopped falling for her tricks.

He felt guilty towards An Luo Yi, he wanted to pamper An Luo Yi like a young wife, making her immensely happy.

But this was He Ange’s voluntary affection, not him begging An Luo Yi.

He Ange knew that An Luo Yi had been the woman blessed by fate and a young lady for over twenty years, arrogant and used to being willful.

Sometimes, when An Luo Yi was emotional and irrational, she would unconsciously use old habits to retaliate against He Ange.

He Ange didn’t blame her.

She might have been furious, her body instinctively having an aggressive self-protection mechanism.

He Ange believed that if An Luo Yi calmed down, she would quickly drop her aloofness, realize the difficulty of relationships, and take the initiative to talk to He Ange, reconciling.

However, He Ange didn’t want to wait anymore.

Now he was the one in control of the relationship.

So what if she was the woman blessed by fate?

He liked her, but wouldn’t indulge her!

Bad habits had to be corrected, disciplined, so An Luo Yi would learn her lesson, next time just speak out directly.

He Ange could tolerate An Luo Yi scolding him, even slapping him in anger.

But cold treatment was unacceptable!

Such was An Luo Yi.

She had tenderness, a perfect side, but also a flawed personality.

He could love her.

But if she became spoiled again, he had to be firm in correcting her, otherwise, the one who would get hurt the most would be the one who loved her.

Thinking this, He Ange’s eyes dimmed, his expression cold and without tenderness.

He had earnestly apologized to An Luo Yi twice.

Once, twice, no third time.

He Ange’s patience was limited.

“…?”

Meanwhile, An Luo Yi also seemed to sense a chill piercing her soul. She turned her head, her beautiful eyes showing unease and fear, looking at the handsome youth who was disheartened towards her.

Having experienced He Ange’s discipline before, this time An Luo Yi quickly recognized reality, realizing she had unintentionally “made a mistake” again.

An Luo Yi knew He Ange resented being treated coldly.

But even so, An Luo Yi was unwilling to admit it.

Because this time, He Ange was indeed in the wrong first.

She was wronged.

She was still in the right!

Stubborn An Luo Yi would never easily bow to He Ange!

If every time He Ange was unhappy, An Luo Yi obediently acted like a puppy to please her husband, then over time, what “status” would An Luo Yi have in He Ange’s eyes?

The situation had escalated to this point, no longer about whether “He Ange had cheated.”

This was a battle for domestic dominance in the relationship!

The winner got the power.

The loser obeyed meekly.

…

“Luo Yi, your husband truly doesn’t want this.”

He Ange sighed, lowering his head to look at the golden phoenix mark on the back of his hand.

Just three breaths.

The phoenix mark on the silver-haired fairy’s lower abdomen also glowed with dazzling light, as if being remotely controlled, activating the functions and seals inside.

At this moment, An Luo Yi seemed to recall some indescribable scenes, instinctively trembling, her lower abdomen feeling hot and unbearable as if being scorched by the phoenix mark.

She lifted her head, glaring at He Ange, secretly swallowing, her heart uneasy, many desires surging in her heart.

Although she was still angry inside, her body had unconsciously admitted fault, preparing for the happiness of welcoming intimacy, even bearing her husband’s child.

An Luo Yi felt humiliation and unwillingness.

The fairy bit her lip lightly, puffing up her cheeks, pouting somewhat defiantly:

“He Ange, you’re bullying me again.”

“Is it that from now on, if I don’t obey you, don’t listen to you, you’ll use the phoenix mark to force me…”

“He Ange I love you, but what do you take me for?”

Although her tone was still aggressive, unwilling to back down, at least the fairy was willing to speak.

Moreover, He Ange could hear that his senior sister’s tone had softened, at least her coldness now had a hint of coquettishness, not like before, pure cold treatment with malice and aggression.

Thinking this, He Ange felt relieved and could be more direct.

He didn’t answer An Luo Yi’s questioning.

Neither did he rush to devour An Luo Yi like a ravenous wolf. If he acted as An Luo Yi said, using the phoenix mark to enslave, roughly mounting the fairy until she submitted, He Ange would be playing into An Luo Yi’s hands.

That kind of victory wouldn’t earn An Luo Yi’s recognition, only stimulating her rebellious psychology.

Afterward, the fairy not only wouldn’t be convinced but might also seek revenge on He Ange.

Thinking this, He Ange smirked meaningfully.

He slowly leaned forward, maintaining a posture pressing down on the fairy, but he didn’t pounce, merely suppressing, not touching.

Over time, An Luo Yi, constantly pressed down, her cold and arrogant aura weakened considerably.

He Ange was her husband.

She was reluctant to push He Ange away, let alone slap him.

So, He Ange kept pressing forward, and An Luo Yi could only retreat…

Unknowingly, An Luo Yi was lying completely in the corner, with He Ange pressing his entire body on the fairy.

He Ange’s eyes were cold, gentle yet with aggression and greed, as if staring at a proud female knight who had fallen into his hands.

He Ange supported himself with one hand, the other reaching downwards.

He maintained a “close enough to kiss” distance with An Luo Yi, making it impossible for An Luo Yi to shift her gaze to see what He Ange’s hand was doing.

From years of experience, An Luo Yi could guess He Ange’s preferences.

As expected…

He Ange lifted An Luo Yi’s skirt, still fond of An Luo Yi’s legs, especially when clad in black silk stockings.

He Ange’s desire for her body pleased An Luo Yi.

But today, An Luo Yi had been wronged, and she was unwilling to give in to He Ange, unwilling to let He Ange enjoy himself so easily.

“He Ange, I didn’t allow you to touch me!”

An Luo Yi’s face was red, but her words were cold, arrogant, aggrieved, and she was gritting her teeth.

Seeing He Ange unmoved, his attitude domineering and firm, her voice weakened considerably.

“He Ange, if you’re still a man, if you still want me to call you husband, then don’t bully me like this, don’t think that just because you planted a phoenix mark on me, I’ll let you play with me, I’m your partner, I’m not your tool for venting!”

An Luo Yi spoke these words with great strength.

Unfortunately, He Ange had already touched the location of the phoenix mark.

He always felt that the fairy’s cold, unyielding, flushed, and protesting face seemed deliberately misleading, actually enticing him to continue his transgression.

“…!!”

As if her innermost thoughts had been seen through, An Luo Yi trembled again, clamping her legs together under her skirt, but her cold eyes still glared at He Ange, clearly in a stance of dying rather than submitting.

However, He Ange wasn’t in a hurry.

An Luo Yi knew what he liked.

He Ange naturally knew what his senior sister liked.

Seeing An Luo Yi’s face flushing uncontrollably, increasingly unable to endure, about to be driven crazy by He Ange, the latter withdrew his hand at this precise moment.

Nor was he taking advantage of the fairy, very graciously playing by the rules:

“How about this, Senior Sister, I know you’re still angry with me, unwilling to forgive me… How about this, tonight we’ll settle it with a competition?”

“Whoever gets to the cum first loses.”

“You have ten chances, I have only one. If Senior Sister loses, you’ll forgive me for today’s matter, no more anger, obediently call me husband until I’m satisfied.”

“And if I lose… I’ll agree to any three of Senior Sister’s requests!”

“Fufu? What’s wrong?”

“Surely the woman blessed by fate is not afraid of it?”

An Luo Yi: ???!!!

With a defiant and playful tone.”Who, who’s Afraid …!”