Chapter 187: Qingshang, Do You Agree?

“I didn’t expect that even after I have already reached Ascension, I would still have a Heart Demon?”

“How could you not? I am your Heart Demon.”

Inside a courtyard on the Holy Master Peak of the Zilin Holy Land, Jiang Yuerou’s eyes suddenly snapped open, the heart in her chest thumping violently.

In Jiang Yuerou’s mind, the image of the Heart Demon gradually transforming into Lin Xun’s appearance during her dream was still vivid.

Circulating her spiritual energy, Jiang Yuerou calmed her racing heartbeat.

But even as she steadied her heart, the thoughts in Jiang Yuerou’s mind drifted uncontrollably.

Jiang Yuerou lightly bit her red lips, unable to help but recall the scene from six years ago when a man wearing an Asura mask stood before her holding a long spear.

“So you’re the one called Jiang Yuerou? I heard that in your thousands of years of cultivation, you’ve never tasted defeat. Well? How about a fight?”

The youth flipped his long spear, the tip pointing at Jiang Yuerou’s chest.

Looking at the man before her, whose reputation had already spread throughout the Myriad Laws World, Jiang Yuerou only watched coldly, finding it amusing.

In the wild outskirts of the Zilin Holy Land, the two fought for six rounds.

But those six rounds turned heaven and earth upside down; had they not both taken the final battle tens of thousands of feet into the sky, thousands of miles of land would likely have been leveled!

“Old Auntie, forget it. You’re already quite good; to be able to withstand my sixth spear, you really are strong.”

The youth in the Asura mask looked at Jiang Yuerou, who was clutching her chest with a Pale face, and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Old Auntie?” Jiang Yuerou’s chest heaved violently with anger. “I am not old!”

“You’re already over two thousand years old, and you’re not old?”

“You! Lin Xun! You go too far!”

Despite being over two thousand years old, she possessed a lifespan of tens of thousands of years; both in figure and appearance, Jiang Yuerou was first-class in the world. She took a deep breath and charged forward with her sword.

“Enough, really, that’s enough. If we keep fighting, you’ll really die.”

A few more rounds passed, but the battle was entirely one-sided.

Lin Xun looked helplessly at the mature and beautiful woman before him who, despite being over two thousand years old, looked only about thirty.

For someone over two thousand years old, why was she so desperate to win?

“You… you first admit that I’m not old!” Unable to win the fight and not knowing how to curse, Jiang Yuerou’s eyes were misty with extreme grievance as she spoke huffily.

“Ah, no, you’re over two thousand years old, how can you still throw a tantrum like a Little Girl? Let’s be a bit more mature.”

“What do you mean’still like a Little Girl’? Why wouldn’t this old lady be a Little Girl? Lin Xun! You Devil Head! This old lady will risk it all against you!” Jiang Yuerou mustered her last breath and charged forward with her sword once more!

“Lin Xun! If you have the guts, let me down!”

In the end, under Jiang Yuerou’s relentless pestering, Lin Xun had no choice but to tie her up, even adding a bow for good measure.

Being tied up like a festive bird for the first time—and by a man with a bow—Jiang Yuerou struggled incessantly. Her pretty face was somewhat Pale due to excessive loss of spiritual energy, but being tied up also seemed to bring a faint blush of shame.

“No way. If I let you down, you’ll start risking your life against me again.”

Lin Xun shouldered his long spear and turned to walk back.

“I’m off, Old Auntie. Take care. If you’re not satisfied, then Cultivate well and come seek revenge next time.”

“Lin Xun! If you have the guts, don’t leave! Lin Xun!!!”

“I am not an Old Auntie!!!”

“Sigh…”

Coming back to her senses from her thoughts, Jiang Yuerou gave a soft sigh.

She had practiced the Dao for over two thousand years; how had she really acted like a Little Girl six years ago?

However…

Thinking of the Lin Xun she encountered in the Heiwu Secret Realm.

So many years had passed; she hadn’t expected him to grow so tall and sturdy.

But no matter what, the humiliation she suffered back then must be repaid in full!

And! She would definitely not let him call her Old Auntie ever again!

“Darn it! Where am I old!”

In her anger, Jiang Yuerou picked up a small pebble nearby and threw it into the distance like a mistreated little wife.

“Holy Master, the Saintess has arrived.”

Just as the pebble landed, a maid happened to arrive at the front of the courtyard.

It was fortunate that this maid hadn’t seen Jiang Yuerou’s actions and self-muttering just now.

Otherwise, the Holy Master’s lofty and grand image might have quietly collapsed in the maid’s heart…

“Understood. Let Qinger in.”

Jiang Yuerou steadied her mind, returning once more to her usual calm and rippleless state.

“Yes.”

The maid withdrew, and after a moment, Jiang Qingshang, wearing a long dress, drifted down and walked slowly into the courtyard.

The young woman was still dressed in a plain white gown with a silk ribbon cinching her slender waist. Without her veil, her perfect, clear, and enchanting face was revealed to the world.

Even though her long, mutton-fat jade legs were hidden beneath the skirt, every movement could not help but make one’s heart sway.

The top of the Myriad Laws World se jia ranking—this was her Disciple.

Thinking back, she herself had also been at the top of the se jia ranking (the Myriad Laws World se jia ranking only evaluated women under a thousand years old).

Now, although she was no longer on the se jia ranking, she was clearly more mature and beautiful. Where was she old!

Recalling Lin Xun’s repeated cries of “Old Auntie” and “Ma’am,” Jiang Yuerou was so angry she wanted to throw pebbles again.

And this old lady hasn’t even been in love once!

“Master?”

Walking into the courtyard, Jiang Qingshang noticed that her Master’s expression seemed a bit off.

“Oh, Qingshang.” Jiang Yuerou pulled back her thoughts and poured a cup of tea for her Disciple.

“Is something troubling you, Master?” Jiang Qingshang asked.

“No, I was just thinking of some past events,” Jiang Yuerou said with a smile, though her small hand was already clutching her skirt, fearing she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself from raising her little fist.

Jiang Yuerou had indeed occupied the top spot on the world’s se jia ranking for a full thousand years; during that millennium, the top spot never changed.

Initially, the number of Jiang Yuerou’s suitors was uncountable, but as time went on, the number of suitors decreased exponentially.

This wasn’t because Jiang Yuerou had become less beautiful.

On the contrary, as Jiang Yuerou’s Realm rose, her appearance became even more outstanding, gaining a more mature charm. Moreover, after reaching the Golden Core Realm, she could achieve eternal youth.

It was just that because Jiang Yuerou’s temper was extremely lively when she was young, she could practically be called the ‘Little Chili of Shu.’

Then, because Jiang Yuerou’s Realm grew higher and higher, plus her statement that “anyone who wants to be my man must defeat me,” it eventually led to the situation of Jiang Yuerou being a two-thousand-year-old Holy Master (Leftover Master).

Finally, when Jiang Yuerou reached the Ascension Realm, no one dared to harbor designs on her anymore.

Who would dare to challenge her? Wouldn’t that be seeking humiliation?

Even if there were rumors that Lin Xun had defeated Jiang Yuerou, the world treated it as if they hadn’t seen it.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about that for now.”

Jiang Yuerou took a deep breath, calmed her mood, and looked at her Disciple.

“I want to go see that man of yours from the Mortal World. Qingshang, do you agree?”