Victory in the Battlefield

“Wow—”

Ning Yuer’s eyes sparkled with pure admiration as she watched Chen Xueli and Shen Xianyue clash.

So cool!

But… Immortal Sister seemed even more popular than she had imagined.

And these two big sisters were both incredibly beautiful. Not as breathtaking as Immortal Sister, of course, but still the most stunning women she had ever seen besides her.

Ning Yuer knew her experience was limited, yet she was absolutely certain: these two were national-caliber beauties, the kind that stood out even among beauties.

Little did the girl know that one day she herself would join their ranks—her looks in no way inferior.

For now, though, she was far too thin; her true appearance was still hidden.

“Sigh—”

Su Wanqing stared speechlessly at the three of them.

Two were fighting like their lives depended on it, and the phrase “nothing better than watching two women fight” suddenly flashed through her mind.

She could tell both were holding back, but this couldn’t go on forever.

What if they got carried away? With her current strength, she couldn’t stop them.

One was the demonic saintess who could trade blows with Nascent Soul–level physiques.

The other was the future villainess heroine with the “Fallen Immortal Prison” and countless vicious techniques.

If they actually went all out, how could she intervene?

Strip naked and seduce them both?

Right now they were only sparring with swordplay.

Shen Xianyue normally used a whip—her natal treasure was a light whip, after all.

Chen Xueli’s weapon was a sword, but her real strength lay in spells and sorcery; she was a dual cultivator of Daoist and magical arts.

Neither excelled at pure swordsmanship. That alone proved they weren’t serious.

Yet the viciousness in their strikes was obvious—pure jealousy being vented through steel.

What the hell is this situation?

And the little one beside her had stars in her eyes.

Yes, mostly awe at cultivation, but Su Wanqing still caught those occasional glances drifting her way.

She couldn’t read anything concrete from those brief looks, yet her woman’s intuition screamed: whatever the kid was thinking was definitely not normal.

People always said women’s sixth sense was terrifying. She used to scoff.
Now she believed it.

Every time that uneasy feeling appeared, disaster followed.

No—she had to stop them. This couldn’t continue, or things would spiral out of control.

She could already see their moves growing deadlier.

Any further and it would turn into a fight to the death.

“Demoness, take my—”

“Brat, try this—”

“Ah! Immortal Sister, what’s wrong?!”

Just as the fight reached fever pitch, a sudden cry from the side froze both combatants mid-strike.

“?”

Two pairs of eyes snapped toward the source.

Su Wanqing clutched her forehead, swaying unsteadily before collapsing.

Ning Yuer reached out to catch her—but the two who had been trying to kill each other seconds ago moved faster.

In perfect, unspoken sync, they both caught her.

“Master!”

“Beautiful sister!”

“I’m… fine…”

Seeing they hadn’t lost all reason, Su Wanqing finally relaxed.

This was the only way she could think to stop them.

Even at full strength, she couldn’t have.

And perhaps because the tension suddenly vanished, the body she’d been forcing to stay upright finally gave out.

She really didn’t want to get up anymore.

Not because she enjoyed their concern—but because the aftereffects of her wounds were hitting hard.

She’d been pushing through to get back.

Now that she let go… it really hurt.

“…”

Su Wanqing silently looked at the two, momentarily at a loss for words.

After a brief hesitation, she chose Chen Xueli.

“No more fighting. Disciple, carry me back.”

“Yes, Master.”

A casual remark—but to the listener, it decided the victor of their unfinished duel.

The instant Su Wanqing chose her, Chen Xueli shot Shen Xianyue a triumphant smirk, like a general flaunting victory.

“Hm?”

She even raised a brow at the arm still supporting Su Wanqing—message crystal clear: Let go.

So what if you dress provocatively?

You still can’t control Master.

In the end, I won.

“Tch—”

Shen Xianyue clicked her tongue, extremely unwilling, but obediently released her hold, letting Chen Xueli take full charge.

This wasn’t surrender. She wasn’t afraid of Chen Xueli.

She was just worried about her beautiful sister’s injuries.

It was reasonable for Su Wanqing to trust the disciple she saw every day over someone she’d known only a short while.

She wasn’t jealous.

Absolutely not…

Her mental gymnastics were so elaborate even she almost believed them.

“I’ll carry you on my back.”

Chen Xueli carefully lifted Su Wanqing onto her back.

Feeling that perfect figure pressed against her, she—rare for her—blushed.

No helping it. Master’s body was just too good.

The pressure against her back was intense.

Chen Xueli even wondered if Master could breathe properly.

But since she said nothing, it was probably fine.

Her hands supported Su Wanqing’s thighs—covered in over-the-knee stockings.

She could feel both the silky fabric and the bare skin above.

Master’s chin rested on her shoulder, arms loosely around her neck.

Utter satisfaction.

Especially since Master had chosen her over Shen Xianyue.

“Phew—”

Seeing Shen Xianyue not causing trouble, Su Wanqing’s heart finally settled.

Sometimes having a good figure was genuinely exhausting.

The pressure on her chest was a bit much; breathing was slightly hard.

But she could manage, so she stayed quiet.

She didn’t understand why the demoness hadn’t just kidnapped her as expected—but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Then she noticed Ning Yuer still standing there blankly and called out:

“Yuer, let’s go.”

“Oh… okay…”

Ning Yuer clearly hadn’t expected Immortal Sister to keep bringing her along.

“…!”

That intimate “Yuer” triggered an instant sense of crisis in Chen Xueli, who knew nothing of the situation.

Her grip on Master’s thighs tightened reflexively.

This looked exactly like Master had taken in a little junior sister.

But given the circumstances—what little junior sister?

This was clearly bringing home a future little wife!

Though she suspected, Chen Xueli didn’t ask.

Priority: get Master home safely. Questions later.

Still, from the very first glance at this “Ning Yuer,” something about the girl rubbed her the wrong way.

Like her sixth sense was screaming: natural enemy.

Of course, Chen Xueli chalked it up entirely to how gently Master treated the girl—not any influence from her demonic cultivation.

“Heh~”

Watching the three leave, Shen Xianyue didn’t follow.

She narrowed her eyes, clenched her sword so hard the hilt shattered, then tossed the broken weapon aside.

She wasn’t jealous.

Not jealous at all…

The reason she didn’t kidnap Su Wanqing and make her Mrs. Mountain Stronghold right now?

Her mission in Xiangping Town wasn’t finished. She couldn’t leave yet.

Better to let her beautiful sister move freely for now than worry about her escaping if tied up.

Besides, after returning from this mission, she needed time to consolidate her position.

Only with stable authority would everything become convenient.

With Chen Xueli around, her beautiful sister’s safety was assured.

She could focus on her own matters in peace.

“Just wait…”

Shen Xianyue threw away the ruined sword, cast one last look at Su Wanqing’s retreating back, and left a meaningful promise hanging in the air.

“Once I’m done with everything, Yue-er will personally storm Heavenly Sword Pavilion and carry you home!”