Zi Xunyi looked half-convinced and half-doubting, her brows furrowing as she shot back:
“How do you know that?”
Huangfu Wenqing crossed her arms over her chest, forcing a slight curve to her lips before letting out a haughty huff:
“Because I’m a reincarnator too.”
“What?” Zi Xunyi was shocked once again, but remembering that she herself had been bluffing, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that Huangfu Wenqing was doing the same. “That’s utterly ridiculous!”
“I’m not lying!” Huangfu Wenqing retorted. “If you don’t believe me, we can swear on it—secrets from the future that will be exposed, or events that will happen.”
Seeing how certain Huangfu Wenqing seemed, Zi Xunyi’s heart began to pound.
“Fine, go ahead.”
“For instance, the mastermind ruling the Demon Domain from the shadows is one of the Ten Great God Clans, the Evil God Clan. The Demon Domain’s second-in-command is known as the ‘Evil Consort,’ the last direct descendant of an ancient evil god, who cultivates Death Mystic Force. The Demon Domain Lord, on the other hand, is an even more mysterious visitor from beyond the skies, his true identity never revealed even after Yan Zhen defeated him in the end. Yet his cultivation reached the Divine Spirit Realm, enough to rival an Emperor.”
The Demon Domain was an evil organization that harbored evil cultivators, traitors, and wanted criminals, spreading like a cancer across the Seven Continents. Its goals were unknown, its higher-ups unidentified, and its exact locations a mystery.
Since the Demon Domain existed only in the Mystic Heaven Seven Continents and had never appeared on the Eighth Continent, Zi Xunyi’s knowledge of it came solely from books. Hearing Huangfu Wenqing’s words now sent massive waves crashing through her heart.
The Evil God Clan was just as enigmatic as the Demon Domain. They had even skipped several rounds of the God Clans’ grandest event, the century-old Ancestral God Sacrifice, effectively reducing the Ten Great God Clans to nine.
She had assumed the Evil God Clan had simply gone into seclusion, but it turned out they had defied ancient pacts to secretly build power in the Mystic Heaven Seven Continents.
And that Demon Domain Lord had actually achieved the Divine Spirit Realm? In this era, the path to godhood should have been severed.
Above the Saint Realm lay the Emperor Realm, not the Divine Spirit Realm—and few mystic cultivators even knew that the Saint Realm was originally preceded by the Guardian deity.
Emperors, meanwhile, numbered only two per era: one Emperor and one Sovereign. The Mystic Heaven Continent hadn’t seen a new one in nearly ten thousand years.
Wait a minute…
“You said the Demon Domain Lord was defeated by Yan Zhen?”
“Who else? Only Yan Zhen, drawing on the power of Extreme Flame, ascended to the Emperor Realm. With the Flame Emperor Power, he confronted the Demon Domain Lord and struck him down. Unfortunately, the Demon Domain Lord didn’t die completely—a strand of his remnant soul escaped the Mystic Heaven Continent.”
As Huangfu Wenqing spoke, a suspicious look crossed her face. Why did Zi Xunyi seem genuinely clueless rather than trying to trick her?
Zi Xunyi, however, was utterly taken aback.
Yan Zhen—her future husband—was actually an Emperor after ten thousand years? No wonder her clan had approved their marriage. Otherwise, the two of them getting together would have required overcoming a thousand hardships.
She steadied her mindset, keeping a calm expression on her face to avoid revealing her own lie, and quickly changed the subject:
“I never imagined you were a reincarnator too… Do you know why you were reborn?”
Huangfu Wenqing shook her head.
“No idea. I just woke up one day, hurled back from over a decade in the future to now. It took several verifications for me to confirm it—was it the same for you?”
Zi Xunyi nodded vaguely, her mind racing.
Yan Zhen was a reincarnator, Huangfu Wenqing was one too—could others be as well? Like herself, perhaps.
She remembered having several dreams about her future self, and multiple visions that seemed like scenes from what was to come.
—Right, that “Sister Cai Lian” from her dream, the woman who married Yan Zhen alongside her!
Earlier, Zi Xunyi had only mentioned “Sister Cai Lian” to mislead Huangfu Wenqing. But since Huangfu Wenqing was a reincarnator and hadn’t denied it, didn’t that mean Sister Cai Lian truly existed and would indeed marry Yan Zhen with her in the future?
Yet Yan Zhen had said she was his only wife. Was he lying?
Zi Xunyi bit her lip.
Her future self had somehow accepted another woman, but her current self wasn’t mentally prepared for that. Yan Zhen knew it, so he’d deliberately called her his one and only.
—That scoundrel!
“Let’s leave it at that for now… In any case, my husband is mine. No matter what you do, you won’t take him away.”
Huangfu Wenqing refused to back down:
“Don’t get cocky. You’re only marrying Yan Zhen because of your Heavenly God Clan background and your marriage alliance with the Jialan Holy Land. I’m already his fiancée, and my master is his first love. We’ll see who has the last laugh!”
The two women glared at each other, their gazes crackling like lightning, on the verge of sparking flames.
On the bed, Long Ying—who had quietly woken up—was staring in stunned silence.
So Sister Xunyi and the green-haired annoying ghost were reincarnators just like her? She’d thought she was the only one. That meant all those things she’d said in front of Sister Xunyi earlier had exposed her, right?
Sister Xunyi was so clever; she’d figure it out in an instant—that Long Ying was pretending to be a child to stay by Yan Zhen’s side… How embarrassing, so mortifying～～～
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“Ahem.”
A cough startled Long Ying, nearly making her jump out of her skin. It also shattered the tense atmosphere in the room.
Zi Xunyi and Huangfu Wenqing turned their gazes away and hurried to the bedside to check on Yan Zhen.
“How are you feeling, Yan Zhen?” they asked in unison.
Yan Zhen, who had just woken up and was still a bit groggy, froze at the sound of their voices before instantly perking up.
His fiancée and his future wife had met? He hoped nothing had been exposed.
“Wenqing, w-what are you doing here?”
“You’re injured—I had to come see you.” Huangfu Wenqing’s face filled with grievance. “Or is there something you don’t want me to see?”
“Ahem, ahem—my chest hurts again. It’s so uncomfortable; I can barely breathe. My limbs feel completely limp. Am I dying?”
“It must be from expending too much mystic power to neutralize that palm strike. I-I’ll transfer some qi to you.”
“?”
Before Yan Zhen could react, Huangfu Wenqing leaned in and kissed him right in front of Zi Xunyi, passing her Wind Mystic Power into him.
Like wind fanning flames, the gentle Wind Mystic Power quickly stimulated the Fire Mystic Power in Yan Zhen’s body, setting it into motion on its own and gradually restoring his strength.
But instead of focusing inward to inspect himself, Yan Zhen stared wide-eyed at his fiancée’s beautiful face so close at hand. Then his gaze drifted upward, meeting Zi Xunyi’s eyes.
Zi Xunyi was dumbfounded. She hadn’t expected Huangfu Wenqing to be so bold as to kiss her future husband right in front of her!
Not just a kiss—she was even slipping her tongue in, swirling it around… This was no mere qi transmission!
It was outrageous!
This was blatant provocation—no, a declaration of war!
Zi Xunyi’s face flushed red with anger. Watching Huangfu Wenqing eagerly devour Yan Zhen’s saliva, a wave of jealousy slowly welled up, filling her heart. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Y-You two—enough!”
