Cangxi City, Ye Residence, Southern Garden.
Qi Yixuan was leisurely reading a book titled Suiyuan Recipes.
The book detailed various cooking techniques, which Qi Yixuan enjoyed browsing through during her free time to improve her culinary skills.
Every time she Mastered a new recipe, she practiced repeatedly until she could prepare a dish that was perfect in color, aroma, and taste. Only then would she serve it to Ye Xuezhang.
Her efforts were solely for the satisfaction of her husband.
At that moment, the Old Witch entered with a grim expression and approached Qi Yixuan, speaking softly, "Cult Leader."
Hearing this title, Qi Yixuan's brows furrowed.
Since her previous warning, the Old Witch had been calling her "Miss."
Now that she reverted to the old title, it must be something serious.
"What happened?"
"Seven-Finger Divine Lord has been gravely injured and is on the verge of death."
Qi Yixuan's expression darkened, her gaze turning icy. "Where is he?"
"Just outside the city."
Qi Yixuan put down her book and stood up. "Let's go."
Outside Cangxi City, in an abandoned temple.
A tall, muscular man lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
His square face and neatly trimmed beard gave him a somewhat righteous appearance.
But appearances can be deceiving.
The seven fingers on his right hand marked him unmistakably as the notorious Seven-Finger Divine Lord—a man who had once slaughtered the entire Chen family, including the prince and princess, and subjected them to excruciating deaths.
Bang.
The temple door creaked open, and Qi Yixuan stepped inside with the Old Witch.
The sight of this stunningly beautiful woman startled the Seven-Finger Divine Lord, who struggled to kneel.
"Your servant greets—"
Qi Yixuan quickly approached and interrupted, "Don't speak. Save your True Qi."
She placed a delicate hand on his back, and a miraculous scene unfolded.
The once-dying Seven-Finger Divine Lord recovered rapidly.
Moments later, he was fully healed, looking revitalized and spirited.
Thud.
He fell to his knees, kowtowing in gratitude. "Your servant thanks the Cult Leader for her great kindness! You've sacrificed 20% of your True Essence to save me. I swear to repay you with my life!"
Qi Yixuan waved dismissively. "It's only 20% of my True Essence. With the Divine Jade in hand, I'll recover in no time."
Her eyes glinted with cold fury. "Now, tell me, who injured you?"
"It was an old madman I've never seen before."
"Where is he now?"
"I encountered him at Qingyu Mountain. He's likely still there."
Qi Yixuan snorted coldly, turned, and left the temple.
Her figure flickered and disappeared from the sight of the Seven-Finger Divine Lord and the Old Witch.
The Old Witch watched in awe, reflecting on how much her Cult Leader had changed.
A year of married life had made Qi Yixuan seem like a different person, prioritizing her husband above all else.
My husband, my husband, she thought, over and over again.
She learned cooking, embroidery, bookkeeping, and even tailoring—all for him.
Her once-feared status as the Demon Cult Leader had taken a backseat.
Had it not been for today, I would have thought the Cult Leader had truly lost her edge, the Old Witch mused.
But now, the Qi Yixuan she once knew—the fearsome and revered Cult Leader—was back.
Three days later, Qingyu Mountain.
The serene landscape was now in chaos.
Thundering booms echoed through the air as gale-force winds ripped through the area. Dust clouds swirled, and debris scattered like deadly projectiles.
What was once a picturesque mountain range had been utterly ravaged.
Cliffs had crumbled, rivers had altered course, and towering trees had been uprooted. Rocks turned to dust, with some floating eerily mid-air.
Amid this apocalyptic scene stood two figures locked in combat.
One was a stunningly beautiful woman with an icy aura and unparalleled elegance—Qi Yixuan.
The other was a towering old man with wild white hair, his eyes radiating brilliance—the madman who had injured the Seven-Finger Divine Lord.
The old man laughed heartily. "Girl, we've fought for three days, and we're evenly matched. Continuing this fight is pointless. Why don't we call it a draw?"
Qi Yixuan snorted coldly. "You injured one of my subordinates. Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"
"Three days? I'll fight you for ten days or more if that's what it takes!"
The old man scratched his head in confusion. "I injured your subordinate?"
"Ah, my mind wasn't clear earlier. I've only recently regained my sanity. If I truly hurt your subordinate, I offer my sincerest apologies."
"If you're still upset, feel free to hit me. I won't fight back. If that's not enough, I'll even kneel and apologize to your subordinate!"
Hearing this, Qi Yixuan finally paused, withdrawing her aura.
The boulders suspended in the air came crashing down, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Boom, boom, boom!
Qi Yixuan waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, fine. My subordinate is fine now, so I'll let this go."
The old man chuckled, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for your magnanimity."
Suddenly, his expression changed. "Oh no, I nearly forgot something important!"
In a flash, he disappeared into the distance, leaving Qi Yixuan bewildered.
Meanwhile, Ye Xuezhang had just concluded his business with the Wang family in Dongning City.
The jade mine acquisition had gone smoothly, costing him only 300,000 taels.
Strolling through the marketplace, Ye Xuezhang found himself eyeing various items.
"This powder looks nice. I'll get it for my wife."
"These jade bracelets are exquisite. Perfect for my wife."
"Hm, this jade hairpin will suit her beautifully. Wrap it up."
"This bolt of silk would make a lovely outfit for her. I'll take it."
And this… and that… and these…
"All for my wife!"
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