Chapter 7 His Own Woman Is About to Marry Another Man

"With that physique of yours?" Lu Linglong said with open disdain. "Are you even capable?"

Not capable.

Chu Feng was nearly driven mad by the words. For a man, to be told he was incapable—was there any greater humiliation? He itched to retort, "Why not put it to the test and find out?"

Yet, at the same time, he felt a surge of delight. For her to say such a thing meant Lu Linglong was not truly resistant in her heart.

Of course, who could resist the allure of a celestial-level divine art? Most likely, the technique Lu Linglong cultivated was only at the Nascent Soul level, and her spells likewise no greater.

Lu Linglong asked, "What about the rest of the technique?"

Chu Feng tapped his head. "It's here."

"As long as you cultivate with me, I will naturally pass on the remaining parts to you."

"Of course, there is no need to rush your decision. Take your time and think it over. In this entire Tai Xuan Sect, only three or five people are qualified to cultivate with you."

"As for your worry about my lifespan, don't you find it strange? Logically, after expending so much energy with Lin Xiyue, I should have been utterly spent and died on the spot, yet here I am, alive and well. That's because this Celestial Yin-Yang Sorrow Sutra can break the thousand-year limit of a Nascent Soul patriarch, allowing me to live longer. Who knows? You and I might both step into the Divine Transformation stage together."

"I'll consider it." With that, Lu Linglong departed.

Watching her retreating figure, anticipation filled Chu Feng's heart.

Since his arrival in this world, he had encountered three women: Lin Xiyue, enchanting and flirtatious; Shen Qianxue, sensual and full of charm; Lu Linglong, noble and elegant—and she was a Daughter of Destiny.

With Shen Qianxue, he could threaten and be domineering; with Lu Linglong, only enticement would work.

For cultivators like them, the pursuit was to become immortal or divine—romantic entanglements were hardly valued. Yet who could truly resist the temptation of a celestial technique?

Time flowed swiftly. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

What frustrated Chu Feng was that, since Lu Linglong's visit a month ago, she had not returned. He began to suspect that his offer had failed to move her.

Throughout the month, Chu Feng was not idle. He wandered the entire Tai Xuan Sect whenever he had a chance, hoping to encounter another Daughter of Destiny. Unfortunately, fate was unkind—not a single one appeared.

On the other hand, Shen Qianxue visited frequently.

It was the effect of the Celestial Yin-Yang Sorrow Sutra. Every dual cultivation session benefitted Shen Qianxue tremendously. Each time, Chu Feng would generously reward and instruct her, allowing her to break through from the fourth to the sixth level of Qi Refinement in just a month.

[Beep, beep, beep.]

[System reminder: Host, your remaining lifespan is seven months.]

"Get lost."

Seven months. Not finding a Daughter of Destiny was bad enough—why couldn't he even find a Son of Destiny? Was the system truly out to kill him?

That day, after their dual cultivation, Chu Feng gently stroked Shen Qianxue's hair. Over the past month, her submission to him had soared, reaching fifty percent, granting him fifty thousand fortune points. When his fortune reached one hundred thousand, he could unlock the Fortune Shop and buy treasures to advance his cultivation.

After learning his lifespan was seven or eight months at most, Chu Feng calmed down and called out to the system for solutions.

The system offered three paths:

First, break through to the Divine Transformation stage, which would grant a lifespan of two thousand years.

Second, conquer Daughters of Destiny and suppress Sons of Destiny, thus receiving system rewards—the exact rewards unknown, to be determined.

Third, accumulate one hundred thousand fortune points, unlock the Fortune Shop, and perhaps purchase an elixir to break the limits of lifespan.

Each path was linked to fortune.

So far, he had met only two Daughters of Destiny: Shen Qianxue and Lu Linglong.

Shen Qianxue was already his woman—he was cultivating her submission, aiming for complete conquest. But this could not be rushed.

As for Lu Linglong, it was out of his hands. He had laid out the benefits; the choice was hers.

Another day passed. This time, Shen Qianxue came to him, visibly uneasy. She refused his request to cultivate, instead handing him a letter.

"Master Immortal, I may not be able to accompany you any longer."

Chu Feng's face turned cold. "Speak. What is going on? Or do you wish to leave me? Have you considered the consequences?"

Shen Qianxue trembled, quickly shaking her head. "Master Immortal, let me explain—it’s not like that."

"This letter is from my father."

As it turned out, Shen Qianxue hailed from a small clan in Four Seasons City. There were two major families there: the Shen family and the Zhao family. The Zhao family had produced a peerless genius, Zhao Yan, who had awakened an ancient bloodline. Though the grade was unknown, everyone believed he would surely enter the immortal sects and achieve greatness. The Zhao family planned to send him to the immortal sect at eighteen.

The Shen family, seeing Zhao Yan’s extraordinary talent, wished to ally through marriage, offering Shen Qianxue to Zhao Yan. Initially, the Zhao family, proud of Zhao Yan’s bloodline, looked down on Shen Qianxue. But Shen Qianxue possessed the yet-unawakened Beauty Saint Physique; with a single smile, she could enchant any man. Zhao Yan, though still young, was no exception. He was adamant about marrying her.

With no alternative, the Zhao family agreed, but on the condition that Shen Qianxue must first be admitted to the Tai Xuan Sect.

Remarkably, Shen Qianxue succeeded, thanks to her Beauty Saint Physique. It was agreed that after a year, she would return to Four Seasons City and marry Zhao Yan.

At first, Shen Qianxue did not resist. But a month ago, she became Chu Feng’s woman—and everything changed.

Having tied herself to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, why would she settle for Zhao Yan? Even if Chu Feng died, she would not lose out. Besides, even if she wished to return and marry, would Chu Feng permit it?

In the past month, her family had sent twelve letters, each urging her to return for the wedding. Zhao Yan was anxious; so was the Shen family. The latest letter threatened that if she did not return, they would fetch her themselves—and they were already on the way.

Chu Feng’s tone was icy. "What do you want me to do?"

Shen Qianxue replied, "Naturally, I wish for you to help me break off the engagement. Now I am your woman, and in this life I belong only to you."

Chu Feng broke into a smile.

"Well done. Congratulations on making the right choice."

He was genuinely surprised. Previously, he would have dismissed her words as mere flattery. But this time, unexpectedly, her submission value rose to seventy percent—passing the mark by a full ten percent.