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Do You Have the Strength to Keep Your Husband All to Yourself?

Boom—!!!!

Beneath the abyss, a pillar of dark purple light shot into the sky, piercing through the heavens and staining the icy landscape of the entire Northern Secret Realm with a demonic hue.

Such astounding abyssal power even startled the True Phoenix within the ancient hall, rousing her from her slumber. She opened her phoenix eyes, slightly surprised and curious.

Feng Yuan last saw such talent when Chen Long broke through to the Void Refining realm.

“That rebellious disciple… finally laid hands on the woman blessed by fate. He even dared to corrupt a Valkyrie with True Dragon bloodline…” Feng Yuan sighed softly, sitting on the wooden chair, her jade feet dangling beneath her skirt. She sipped her tea with lowered eyes, seemingly unsurprised.

As the young woman pondered her disciple’s affairs, an abyssal portal tore open nearby.

Emerging were Xiao Mo and an old man clad in golden-red sacred robes.

Feng Yuan merely slanted her gaze, her ethereal phoenix eyes glancing at the old man. In the next second, the atmosphere in the ancient hall grew tense.

Xiao Mo lowered his head slightly and introduced him: “Master, the Blood Pope of the West Region Blood Refining Sect requests an audience…”

“Hehe, this old servant pays respects to Lord Phoenix,” the old Pope smiled humbly and bowed.

Cough, cough cough!

Just as Feng Yuan was about to respond, her physical discomfort caused her to cough lightly again.

Fever, dry cough, nausea… the symptoms returned.

Thinking of these mysterious ailments, the image of a certain white-robed youth and his heart-warming body heat surfaced in Feng Yuan’s mind.

Ever since the misunderstanding with An Luo Yi, Feng Yuan hadn’t allowed He Ange to serve her. Acknowledging their master-disciple and mother-son relationship, Feng Yuan knew she couldn’t get too close to He Ange.

Resigned, Feng Yuan took a breath after her cough and spoke calmly, “Your Excellency Pope, what is it?” Her tone was polite.

After all, he represented the ancient god of the Blood Refining Sect. As fellow demonic cults, Feng Yuan had a decent relationship with that ancient Blood God before his demise.

Of course, that was back in the Nine Heavens.

“Indeed, after the battle with the Dragon Emperor, Lord Phoenix’s core was injured…” the old Pope probed, noticing the phoenix spirit’s weakness.

Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow, slightly displeased. “You’d better have real business. If you continue with this nonsense, don’t bother returning.”

—!!!

Instantly, the old Pope was startled into alertness.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

Besides, in front of Feng Yuan, a mere Blood Pope was probably no more than a fly.

The old Pope bowed lower, showing submission and respect. He smiled and began, “This old servant heard that your esteemed sect recently appointed a young Holy Son. It is said that Holy Son He Yuan is talented and handsome, truly a supreme genius of the younger generation…” The old Pope spoke amiably, but his words carried hidden meaning.

Mentioning Holy Son He Yuan, Feng Yuan’s expression turned peculiar. She leaned back, narrowing her phoenix eyes. “What, the current Pope of your Blood Refining Sect is eyeing another sect’s Holy Son instead of capturing young boys?”

“Th-this… how would I dare…” The old Pope chuckled awkwardly, bowing even lower. He sighed apologetically, “Actually, this old servant came to propose a marriage alliance. Lord Phoenix, you should know that our Blood Refining Sect has also produced an exceptionally talented young woman recently, even recognized and inherited by our True God. She currently serves as the Blood Race Saintess…”

“This old servant believes that the Holy Son and Saintess, both young geniuses and well-matched in appearance, could form a marriage contract… This is also the will of our god.”

“What does Lord Phoenix think?” The old Pope finished with utmost sincerity, bowing his head.

On the chair, Feng Yuan hesitated. She recalled that in her youth, the ancient Blood Race God had indeed done her a favor…

An Luo Yi had fallen.

The night she transformed, she broke through to the Deity Transformation realm, and her cultivation soared far beyond, reaching the peak Deity Transformation stage under the brutal enhancement of her dual Dragon and Phoenix bloodlines.

An Luo Yi’s current cultivation level was now comparable to the Blood Moon Witch.

She was just one step away from the Void Refining realm!

Naturally, her demonification brought many physical changes.

Based on appearance, there were three main changes:

1. Her original silver-white hair now leaned towards a silver-black hue.
2. The once pure and holy fairy now appeared more coldly alluring and bewitching, her eyes darker.
3. The original sacred golden phoenix mark had turned a dark purple. When she unleashed her power, the spiritual energy surrounding her became dark purple demonic energy.

Besides these, He Ange noted that An Luo Yi’s bust seemed larger—theoretically, he could no longer cup it fully with one hand, indicating further development.

An Luo Yi didn’t respond directly, merely pressing her chest against He Ange’s face silently, stimulating his desire for further extraction of True Phoenix essence.

Overall, the changes were subtle, affecting details and temperament more than her core personality. An Luo Yi’s inherent cold pride remained; the transformation wasn’t drastically obvious.

But for He Ange, the contrast was significant.

He hadn’t expected the demonification to liberate An Luo Yi’s reserve and elegance, underestimating the desires hidden deep within her.

When they were alone, An Luo Yi disregarded her fairy image, aggressively mounting He Ange, relentlessly seeking satisfaction even after climaxing multiple times, always licking her lips, wanting more.

After the transformation, the fairy’s bodily fluids became like potent aphrodisiacs.

Later that night, He Ange was completely drained, unable to produce anything more. Yet, under An Luo Yi’s forced arousal and seductive teasing, he was squeezed dry to the very last drop.

That night showcased the inherent lustfulness of dragons. Empowered by dual True Dragon and True Phoenix bloodlines, An Luo Yi’s stamina was terrifying.

Several times, He Ange feared he’d die from depletion…

Luckily, He Ange still had the phoenix mark.

He knew An Luo Yi had just transformed, the dual bloodlines clashing within her, making her desires peak.

So, He Ange had to play dirty, using the phoenix mark to heighten the fairy’s sensitivity and lower her climax threshold.

Consequently, with just a few thrusts, An Luo Yi’s body would betray her.

Just before He Ange passed out, An Luo Yi collapsed first. Even the woman blessed by fate couldn’t withstand a hundredfold sensitivity increase in her newly demonified body.

After the final infusion and transformation, the silver-haired fairy swayed, finally collapsing onto He Ange’s chest. Both succumbed to blissful unconsciousness.

The next morning, He Ange awoke in An Luo Yi’s embrace.

He felt something different, a strange, possessive glint in the depths of her dark blue eyes. “Husband, when shall we truly have a child?” She smiled tenderly, bewitchingly serious, yet beneath the radiant beauty, He Ange felt a chill.

Fortunately, He Ange had won last night’s duel over domestic status.

Now, despite her transformation, An Luo Yi conceded defeat and behaved obediently.

At least, she noticed He Ange’s apprehension and refrained from pushing further.

An Luo Yi kissed the youth in her arms, blinked her beautiful eyes, and suppressed that strange possessiveness. She changed the subject, “According to our bet yesterday, I climaxed ten times before you did, so I lost to my husband. I should address you as husband from now on, right?”

“What, you don’t want to?” He Ange yawned. He rolled over, resting his head on her black-stockinged thigh, facing her abdomen, still reluctant to leave the fragrant fairy’s embrace.

An Luo Yi didn’t mind.

She had woken early, bathed, and made herself beautiful before returning to bed to hold He Ange, waiting for him to wake…

Now, He Ange could sleep as long as he wished. He was the victor; An Luo Yi’s body and mind were conquered and corrupted. She was naturally willing to serve her beloved husband.

However, this obedience was conditional on her current belief that she couldn’t defeat He Ange.

If their positions ever reversed, He Ange would be the one serving her.

An Luo Yi, as the woman blessed by fate, wouldn’t limit her perspective. Fortunes change. He Ange might conquer her for a time, but not necessarily forever.

Neither of them was inherently weak.

Obedience was temporary.

For An Luo Yi, repaying kindness wasn’t just about being a submissive wife.

Making He Ange a pampered husband, letting him indulge in her beauty, bearing him lovely children—wasn’t that also a form of repayment?

Of course!

Because An Luo Yi still loved him deeply, just expressing it differently.

Thinking of her grand plan, An Luo Yi smiled elegantly, her lips hinting at cold allure. “Husband is husband. Luo Yi naturally doesn’t mind.”

“However, now that we address each other as husband and wife and have established our relationship, if another woman dares to inappropriately approach Luo Yi’s beloved husband…” Muttering softly, her voice turned chilling, a phoenix-dragon mark appearing between her brows, hinting at the fierce dominance of an empress.

He Ange felt the killing intent above him, forcing him awake. He remembered a certain little fox he’d left in the Fox Clan’s secret realm…

Given An Luo Yi’s current mental state, if she discovered the new phoenix mark on Xia Ranyue, wouldn’t she draw her sword and slay the fox demon on the spot?

He Ange felt a burden on his shoulders.

But pressure didn’t equal fear.

He Ange had the skill to whisk the woman blessed by fate into the abyss, to pin the silver-haired fairy beneath him, making her breathless, eyes glazed, calling him husband in ecstasy…

Having corrupted her, He Ange was confident he could handle this divine maiden, even a future Dragon-Phoenix Empress of the Nine Heavens.

Hmph~

He Ange smirked inwardly. He reluctantly sat up from the fairy’s embrace, leaned against the headboard, and stretched. “Wife, come here to your husband.” He patted the pillow beside him, inviting An Luo Yi to sit and be held.

It was a command, symbolizing domestic hierarchy.

He deliberately didn’t stay in her embrace, making her come to him, subtly reinforcing their positions.

Otherwise, if he stayed nestled against her legs like a good boy, she might actually think her beautiful legs held sway over his heart.

“Mmph…” The fairy pouted slightly, a flicker of defiance crossing her previously gentle eyes.

Sensing the rebellion, He Ange’s cold eyes darkened. He sighed with feigned disappointment, “Not even a day, and already disobeying your husband… An Luo Yi, I’m quite disappointed. If you don’t like it here, I can send you back to Dragon Dynasty today. I don’t care who you end up with.”

!!!

His words stunned An Luo Yi.

Remembering reality, she trembled, the defiance vanishing from her eyes, replaced by obedience.

Her imposing manner weakened, she lowered her gaze and crawled over to lean against He Ange. “Husband…” Her voice was pleading, her face pitiable.

An Luo Yi hadn’t expected her slight inner rebellion to upset He Ange so much.

No matter how blissful last night was, once the passion passed, she couldn’t remain willful.

In private, they were loving partners.

Publicly, He Ange was her master. Submission and loyalty were paramount.

An Luo Yi was, after all, an intelligent woman.

“Ai, how could your husband bear to send such a peerless beauty like Senior Sister back to Dragon Dynasty?” Seeing her fear, He Ange stopped intimidating her, coaxing gently.

After the demonification, asserting dominance once was enough.

He didn’t truly want to treat her like a slave, just make her aware of their current power dynamic. Otherwise, the phoenix mark and transformation would be pointless.

Without emphasizing the hierarchy, An Luo Yi’s prideful nature might resurface, making her think she could do as she pleased just because he liked her.

Taking a deep breath, He Ange spoke meaningfully, “Senior Sister, you grew up fighting in the cultivation world. You should understand better than your husband that What you desire in this world isn’t given by others, but earned through your own strength.

“Husband means…?” The silver-haired fairy widened her dark golden phoenix eyes, seemingly grasping something.

He Ange lifted the fairy’s exquisite face, saying word by word, “Do you have the strength to keep your husband all to yourself?”

Fox Clan Secret Realm.

Demonic light soared, nine tails wreaked havoc.

Within the realm, a bewitching Fox姬 (Fox Consort/Beauty) opened her cherry-blossom eyes in the darkness. Her voice was cold and emotionless, yet held a hint of morbid gloom.

“The two-month period passed several days ago…”

“He Ange still hasn’t come for me…”

“Did he… abandon me?” At this, infinite coldness and despair filled the Fox Consort’s eyes.

After a moment, She let out a cold, resigned smile, resentment piercing through the seal, welling up in her heart as she clenched her silver teeth:

“He Ange, you heartless man!”