Master's Wife on Top, Master on Bottom

“Brotherly love?”

Hearing this, Bai Lumian rolled her eyes hard.

Lingxuzi clicked his tongue quite mercilessly. “Tsk, tsk. Zhang Mingyuan, you're really something. You're already calling her ‘Little Xuexue,’ yet you still claim you're brothers? What kind of brothers hug and hold each other in front of all the powerhouses of the Xuanling Realm, while shouting ‘I love you’ at the top of their lungs?”

The worst of them all was Chu Jinghong.

This rebellious disciple had whipped out his spiritual jade at some point. Its surface was glowing faintly, clearly recording a video in secret.

As he recorded, he lowered his voice, muttering in a clickbait style straight out of 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》: “Shocking! In broad daylight, the Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven actually does this to the Palace Mistress of Myriad Snow Palace...”

Zhang Mingyuan's face turned completely black.

How could he allow this?

If this got out, what would happen to his five-thousand-year-old reputation!

“Chu! Jing! Hong!”

Zhang Mingyuan drew a magic treasure from his waist—the “Seven Wolves” belt.

The moment Chu Jinghong saw the familiar Seven Wolves, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

Forgetting all about recording some earth-shattering secret news, he took off and bolted into the sky.

Meanwhile, Zhang Mingyuan took his time. Holding the Seven Wolves belt, he transformed into a streak of light and pursued him.

“You rebellious disciple! See if I don't break your legs today!”

“Aaaaah! Master, spare me! Your disciple is just recording your life memories for you!”

Chu Jinghong's miserable shrieks echoed through the clouds.

Su Jinxue stood in place, watching the master and disciple chase each other. They flew wildly above the Myriad Snow Palace like a slapstick comedy duo, her eyes filled with nothing but disgust.

Yet deep within her gorgeous crimson eyes, a trace of amusement flashed, one that even she herself hadn't noticed.

Suddenly, Su Jinxue's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Her gaze fell upon a sword peak below.

On the sword peak, Bai Yao was frantically swinging her sword.

Her Unblemished Body allowed her to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at an astonishing speed. In just a few short days, she had actually stepped from being a mere mortal into the third layer of Qi Refining.

However, her sword moves had no rhyme or reason. Every single slash carried a thick, suffocating aura of violence.

That wasn't sword qi, but pure hatred.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the spiritual energy around her body was surging chaotically—a clear sign of impending Qi deviation.

Su Jinxue's expression grew cold.

With a flash of her figure, she instantly appeared on the sword peak, bringing along Zhang Mingyuan, Lingxuzi, and the others who were still watching the show behind her.

The sudden appearance of the group caused Bai Yao's movements to freeze.

When she saw the peerless figure in red leading the group, she stopped her sword stance and bowed respectfully. “Disciple pays respects to Master. Greetings, Sacred Lord, and greetings to all the seniors.”

Her voice was hoarse, but the sword in her hand was never lowered.

Su Jinxue did not scold her, only watching her quietly.

Then, she extended a fair, jade-like finger and tapped toward Bai Yao from afar.

In an instant, a ripple of Frost Law energy spread out.

That power froze Bai Yao's violent aura, which then dissipated like ice shavings.

Bai Yao felt her entire body lighten. The frenzied sensation that was about to consume her sanity vanished, and she collapsed to her knees, panting heavily as if drained of all strength.

“Hatred is a double-edged sword,” Su Jinxue's voice was icy. “If you cannot control it, you will be consumed by it and become a useless person. This seat does not accept trash.”

With that, she waved her hand casually, and a jade slip flew before Bai Yao.

“This is the Myriad Snow Palace's 《Ice Heart Mantra》. Comprehend it yourself.”

Watching this from the side, Chu Jinghong shrank his neck in fear. My god, the Immortal Lord Master's Wife is way too fierce when teaching disciples! My master is still better. Although he threatens to whip me with his “Seven Wolves” belt at every turn, at least he isn't this terrifying.

Su Jinxue didn't spare Bai Yao another glance. She turned to the others and said, “Let's go. We shall drink tea at this seat's main peak. Don't just stand here.”

Everyone followed her as she transformed into light and departed.

After everyone had left, Bai Yao opened the jade slip.

To her surprise, a storage ring was hidden inside the jade slip.

She swept her divine sense inside and retrieved a bottle of Heart-Cleansing Pills, along with a sword as crimson as the evening glow.

Two ancient, simple characters were engraved on the hilt—Chixia.

As she held the sword in her hand, a sword light suddenly soared into the sky, and crimson clouds blanketed the horizon.

She didn't understand just how good this sword was, but it was absolutely no ordinary item.

She was stunned. Looking up in the direction of Su Jinxue's departure, her eyes grew hot.

She bowed deeply toward that direction.

“Disciple will never fail Master's expectations.”

...

On the way to the Immortal Lord's Peak, Zhang Mingyuan ultimately couldn't help himself and complained with his usual loose tongue: “Su Jinxue, your teaching style is way too brutal. You're nothing like me—gentle, amiable, and guiding with patience.”

Su Jinxue glanced at him, her lips curving into a mocking arc. “Oh? Is that so? This seat thinks you're quite adept at teaching your disciple how to record videos with his spiritual jade.”

Zhang Mingyuan was instantly rendered speechless.

The group arrived at the palace of the Immortal Lord's Peak. Su Jinxue had already ordered her servants to prepare the highest-grade Enlightenment Tea, along with various Saint-grade spiritual fruits rarely seen in the outside world. They were dazzling to the eye, glowing with shimmering light.

Just smelling the exotic fragrance alone made one feel completely refreshed and relaxed.

Lingxuzi and Bai Lumian were fine. After all, with their status, what good things had they not seen?

Zhang Mingyuan, in particular, ate these on a regular basis.

However, the elders and disciples of Qingyun Heaven who had come along with Chu Jinghong were experiencing this kind of treatment for the very first time.

Every single one of them was filled with trepidation. They stepped forward and repeatedly declined, saying they lacked the merit to deserve such generous hospitality from the Immortal Lord.

Meanwhile, Chu Jinghong's eyes shone with excitement, and his drool was almost spilling out.

A single thought popped into everyone's minds simultaneously: Who would have thought that just tag-along visiting the Sacred Lord would yield such a massive benefit! It seems we must visit the Myriad Snow Palace often in the future... No, we must visit our Sacred Lord more often!

After three rounds of tea, the people of Qingyun Heaven stood up to take their leave, saying they dared not disturb the Immortal Lord's quiet cultivation any further.

Zhang Mingyuan waved his hand, telling them to do as they pleased.

But right at this moment, Chu Jinghong stepped forward and said with a serious expression: “Master, your disciple won't leave! I want to stay by your side, always attending to you and listening to your teachings!”

Zhang Mingyuan's face turned green instantly.

What kind of joke was this?

If this kid stayed at the Myriad Snow Palace, who knew how many times he would witness him being mocked and tormented by that woman Su Jinxue?

If that happened, how could he ever maintain his glorious and mighty image as a master in the future?

“Get lost! This master doesn't need your service here!” Zhang Mingyuan tried to kick him out without a second thought.

However, Su Jinxue, sitting on the main seat, spoke up unhurriedly. “Approved.”

The veins on Zhang Mingyuan's forehead throbbed. How could he have forgotten that this woman loved nothing more than going against him!

“Su Jinxue, did you do that on purpose?” he transmitted his voice, gritting his teeth.

Su Jinxue merely cast a faint glance at him and let out a soft, “Hmm?”

Zhang Mingyuan instantly withered, obediently shutting his mouth.

Chu Jinghong took all of this in, and a calculation instantly formed in his mind. It seems Master's “domestic status” is quite worrying. In the future at the Myriad Snow Palace, I must flatter my Master's Wife as much as possible. Master's Wife on top, Master on bottom—that's definitely the right way to go!

After the people of Qingyun Heaven departed, Lingxuzi and Bai Lumian also stood up to leave.

Before leaving, Lingxuzi leaned close to Zhang Mingyuan's ear, winking as he transmitted his voice: “You're really something, buddy. You actually managed to bag the world's number one, Immortal Lord Su! You're absolutely legendary!”

With that, his figure dissolved into nothingness and disappeared.

Bai Lumian cast a glance toward Su Jinxue, secretly giving her a thumbs-up. Then, with a flash of her figure, she departed silently as well.

In the blink of an eye, only Su Jinxue, Zhang Mingyuan, and his disciple were left in the grand hall.

Chu Jinghong's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on an extremely tactful smile, bowing deeply to Su Jinxue: “Master's Wife, your disciple will head out for a stroll first. Take your time chatting with Master, don't worry about me. I'll find a place to stay on my own!”

The title "Master's Wife" rolled off his tongue with absolute ease.

With that, before Zhang Mingyuan could blow his top, he slipped away and bolted out of the hall like grease.

Once again, only the two of them remained in the massive hall.

Su Jinxue's finger tapped absentmindedly on the armrest of the main seat, the crisp sound echoing through the empty hall.

After a moment, she raised her beautiful, shimmering crimson eyes and looked at Zhang Mingyuan. “Zhang Mingyuan.”

Her voice was clear and cold. “Would you like to go for a walk?”