There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 45: Share The Burden

During these days when the big demoness was absent, the situation at home remained relatively stable. Lu Xun and Xuan Yin got along quite harmoniously. Especially the little demoness… ever since that evening when she confronted her inner thoughts, her attitude towards Lu Xun had undergone a significant change. She was no longer as assertive and domineering as before; in many matters, she was now more accommodating towards him.

Of course… not everything was under his control. For example, when it came to physical interactions, Xuan Yin wouldn't easily let him have his way. But occasionally, she slipped up. After all, his approaches were somewhat unexpected, and those sweet words of his… it seemed like each word reached deep into her heart.

"Speed up your sword strikes."

Xuan Yin brought a chair to the courtyard, watching the young man practicing swordplay. She nonchalantly said, "Didn't I just teach you the mantra yesterday?"

"Your mantra is utterly useless…" Lu Xun sheathed his sword and said helplessly, "You said it yourself… this is the Pure Heart Technique suited for women. I'm a vigorous man; a technique designed for women won't work for me. And even if it did… I wouldn't dare use it. What if I end up somewhere in between, not quite a man or a woman?"

"Hmph." Xuan Yin snorted coldly and said not in a very good mood, "You always have plenty of excuses."

Lu Xun chuckled foolishly, once again lifting the Meteor Star Sword in his hand. He practiced the sword techniques his wife taught him with great care. Each strike was swift and incomparable, his movements ghostly, and the speed of his swordplay was incredibly fast, carrying a hint of peculiarity.

Xuan Yin stared intently at him, watching him practice the unique sword techniques. A touch of displeasure simmered within her, but more so, there was a surge of jealousy bubbling up from her heart. It took her half a year to learn these techniques from her master, and here he was… after merely two days, he had already reached a level of considerable accomplishment. The mere thought of it was somewhat infuriating!

Why? Why did he learn things so quickly?

The little demoness pouted her plump, rosy lips, her discontent almost written across her face. But then, upon reflection… even though he possessed an extraordinary aptitude for cultivation, he was still her husband. Just as her master had said, whether or not they would share a bed in the future depended entirely on her mood.

With this thought in mind,

Xuan Yin's face turned slightly red. She lightly bit her lip, quietly cursing in her heart… Why am I suddenly considering these things?

"Wife?"

"Wifey~"

Someone's call echoed in her ears, pulling Xuan Yin's thoughts back to reality. She gazed at him in a daze not far away and asked, "What is it?"

"I sense something unusual about you today…" Lu Xun looked into her eyes, his tone sincere and earnest as he inquired, "You seem absent-minded all the time. Is there something on your mind? Would you like to share it with your husband?"

"Nothing."

Xuan Yin spoke softly, "Continue practicing your sword."

"Are you sure?"

"Holding something in your heart can harm your well-being." Lu Xun said seriously, "… We're husband and wife. If there's anything bothering you, you can tell your husband. I will share the burden with you."

A concern…

My only concern is that I'm feeling a bit amorous… but can I really tell you about something like this?

Xuan Yin pursed her lips and answered coldly, "I have nothing on my mind. Don't jump to conclusions. Keep practicing your sword… make your strikes faster and your changes of moves subtler, strive to leave no traces."

Seeing that the little demoness didn't want to talk, Lu Xun didn't press her further and continued practicing his sword in the courtyard.

The afternoon passed quietly. Lu Xun, sweaty from his sword practice, was done for the day. Meanwhile, the little demoness had slipped back into her room. At this moment, Lu Xun was walking down the mountain path, and after a short while… he arrived at the hot spring at the foot of the mountain.

Quickly shedding his clothes and tossing them into the woods, he plopped into the pool with a splash, half-floating, half-sitting, half-asleep.

…

…

On the horizon.

Immortal Miao Feng rode a phantom flying sword, heading towards her dwelling. Her beautiful dress had been stained red by fresh blood, yet not a single drop of that blood came from her own body.

"I wonder…"

"How Xuan Yin is getting along with that little scoundrel."

The big demoness manipulated the phantom flying sword beneath her, her thoughts drifting elsewhere. She lightly pursed her lips, murmuring to herself, "Oh well, it doesn't matter… they will eventually engage in dual cultivation. Xuan Yin, that little girl, can't hold out forever."

As she spoke, she glanced at her stained dress, a hint of helplessness flashing across her face.

These annoying ants, always plotting to kill me day in and day out, truly overestimating their capabilities… But then again, why do I feel like the little scoundrel at home is no different from those people outside? They all want to kill me, while the little scoundrel wants… wants to indulge in my body.

"…"

"Why am I comparing him to them?"

The big demoness furrowed her brow, feeling a hint of regret for her earlier thoughts. Despite the absurdity of the little scoundrel's behavior at home, he dared to lust after her body. But no matter how you put it… his position in her heart was second only to the sisters Xuan Yin and Xuan Shi.

"Sigh…"

Immortal Miao Feng sighed, shaking off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and continued flying on the horizon.

Soon, she saw the mountain and didn't rush back to her dwelling. Instead, she flew directly to a warm spring at the foot of the mountain. The bloodstains on her body were making her uncomfortable, and she wanted to clean herself before returning to her house.

"Boom—"

A large cloud of dust rose not far from the warm spring, and from within it emerged a mature and alluring woman. She had a full and tall figure, even though she was dressed in a loose-fitting robe that covered her from head to toe. Yet, that captivating aura of allure still emanated from her.

Usually, Immortal Miao Feng would remove her clothes in the small cabin first, but today… she was feeling a bit uncomfortable and lazy to do so. She stood by the edge of the warm spring, her slender fingers gently pulling down her belt. The blood-stained robe, unintentionally… slid down from her bare shoulders.

Her slim, graceful legs and her curvaceous figure were revealed to the world, despite the presence of a waistband that failed to conceal it. Her rosy lips curved slightly upwards, and her eyes were more captivating than peach blossoms, tugging at the heartstrings.

Slowly squatting down, she extended her delicate hand and lightly skimmed the clear water of the warm spring, creating ripples and causing the water to shimmer. The temperature of the water was just right.

With a gentle lift of her hand, she stepped her leg into the pool, her body slowly sinking into the warm water. A warm and soothing sensation swept over her, entering her body through every tiny pore, dispelling the exhaustion of the past few days. Immortal Miao Feng felt an unparalleled comfort wash over her entire body.

"Mmm…" The big demoness closed her eyes, leaning against the rock wall, savoring this rare moment.

Meanwhile.

In a nearby pool, bubbles were rising, and Lu Xun was submerged in the water, holding his breath.

What should I do? I can't hold my breath much longer…