I Only Marry Widows

A long-awaited reunion, just a mere embrace can intoxicate the heart. Clad in fine clothes, astride a spirited horse, holding a stunning beauty in his arms, Lu Chengfeng felt an unprecedented thrill.

Walking around the Three Immortals Mountain as the Handsome Yama, surrounded by beauties at every turn, he did not feel enjoyment.

At the foot of Jade Dragon Mountain, by the banks of the Three Rivers, assuming the identity of Zhao Tianyou, he single-handedly broke through an army of eight thousand and beheaded Li Xiaotian, becoming famous throughout the world, yet he still did not feel happy.

But now, holding his wife, riding a magnificent horse, he felt a long-lost sense of ease and joy.

Dominating the Martial World, becoming an icon of his time, grand achievements across the ages, were never what he truly desired. If he could, he would rather be surrounded by wives and children, living a life of hedonistic indulgence as a wealthy man.

After the initial excitement and ecstasy, because the two were pressed so closely together, Lu Chengfeng could clearly feel and appreciate Luo Suyi's perky and soft posterior.

Unconsciously...

"Suyi!"

Luo Suyi was no stranger; being with her own man, they've explored every kind of pleasure. Even more so after a long separation, she too was overwhelmed with longing.

Her body went limp, completely leaning into her man's embrace, "Husband..."

Lu Chengfeng's eyes reddened slightly, letting the horse run wild, racing swiftly into the sparsely populated wilderness.

When they reached a place where no one was in sight, he directly removed the barriers from both bodies, turning her around so they were face to face, embracing each other...

At some point, the two dismounted, indulging freely in the wilderness, beneath boulders, under great trees...

In the end, Luo Suyi was utterly drained, like a puddle of mud in Lu Chengfeng's arms.

Lu Chengfeng was still somewhat unsatisfied, but he knew she was struggling to endure.

It was already midnight by then, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky, a gentle night breeze dispelling the day's heat.

Lu Chengfeng held Luo Suyi, riding on horseback, slowly heading towards Jade Dragon Mountain.

…

At this moment on Jade Dragon Mountain, it wasn't just one person cursing him.

Qiutong and Die'Er had already settled down, resting in the room Lu Chengfeng had prepared for them in advance.

Both were ordinary individuals without any Martial Arts prowess, extremely fatigued from the journey. Yet, despite it being late at night, neither had fallen asleep.

Qiutong lay on the somewhat unfamiliar bed, unable to fall asleep.

She made no sound, but on the other side of a simple screen, Die'Er knew her lady was certainly still awake.

In the dark and silent room, even breathing could be heard clearly. Die'Er wanted to speak, to say something, but feared saying the wrong thing would further sadden her lady.

In her heart, she thought, the master truly favored his wife, doting on her immensely, but feared she might feel wronged.

Not having been seen for months, he traveled dozens of miles to greet her from afar, and upon seeing her tears, he disregarded convention and simply whisked her away.

If not for her own lady, she might have envied her. But what should her lady do?

She must be so hurt!

As both were women, the wife received so much affection and attention, while she had to endure solitude, feeling sorrow alone. No one would be happy in such a situation.

After holding it in for a long time, she suddenly said, "My lady, the master treats you quite well too." Yet she left the latter half of her thought unsaid.

Just not as well as the wife...

Qiutong's eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly clenched her right hand tightly. She had always been a resilient and indifferent woman, widowing herself in Houde Square for twenty years, having seen many men but never being moved.

But for some reason, she now felt an indescribable bitterness and a clawing jealousy!

For the first time, she felt so clearly that she was jealous, and it burned fiercely.

She was jealous of Luo Suyi!

Not because of her looks, not because of her figure, not because of her talent, nor because of her Martial Arts...

But because she was so, so cherished by that man.

Just thinking about that day, the man galloping over thirty miles to greet Luo Suyi.

Remembering the barely suppressed excitement and joy in his voice when they met.

Remembering his words, "I've come for you."

Qiutong felt a stabbing pain in her heart. Though they both sat in the carriage and were both his women, at that moment, his eyes only held her.

This feeling truly makes one uncomfortable!

Qiutong even occasionally harbored a few malicious thoughts, wanting to curse that woman.

But in the end, she only felt deeply powerless!

She continuously consoled herself, thinking of how Lu Chengfeng treated her so well on the mountain, tender, considerate, understanding her heart, engaging her in fun and humor, and making her surrender on the bed.

Even as a concubine, how many have experienced such happiness as hers...

Yet, Die'Er's words reached her ears, making her feel even more humiliated and bitter.

Indeed, she's really good to me, but just not as good as Luo Suyi!

Thinking of this, she slightly closed her eyes, not allowing her grievances and tears to flow.

She, unlike Luo Suyi, does not have someone to hold her and comfort her when she cries!

...

Meanwhile, in the woods of Dragon Taming Mountain, Du Mengyan was manically practicing her swordsmanship, not even quite sure what was on her mind.

Upon hearing that Lu Chengfeng had ridden more than thirty li to meet his wife and concubine, she couldn't help but feel irritated.

Yet she had no means to act upon it, nor could she show any hint of emotion, as numerous disciples from the sect were arriving, along with a large batch of supplies.

There were too many things for her to worry about and arrange.

Once the sect's arrangements were finally in place, Du Mengyan inexplicably wanted to meet Lu Chengfeng's wife, to see what kind of woman had him so enthralled.

But in the end, she only saw Lu Chengfeng's concubine.

The woman was indeed beautiful, with an elegant bearing and a graceful figure. Du Mengyan even instinctively judged that the woman possessed an allure that could captivate a man in bed.

At this thought, her face couldn't help but burn like fire; she didn't know why she had such thoughts and quickly dismissed the notion.

"Where's Lu Chengfeng?" Du Mengyan was curious; she wanted to meet Lu Chengfeng's wife, who was said to also be his mistress.

"Senior Sister, after Junior Brother Lu picked up his wife, the two rode away together and didn't come back with us."

Du Mengyan frowned, "With so much happening on the mountain, all they think about is wandering outside, not even returning soon."

She said this, unsure if she was explaining or attempting to cover something up.

After this, she became extraordinarily busy, with many things needing her coordination.

The mountain was already short-handed, and the newly arrived disciples were unfamiliar with many things, leaving Du Mengyan, Du Xiaoyue, and Tan Xiong running in circles, too busy to even have a bite of dinner.

Once everything was finally straightened out, it was necessary to privately receive the sect's supplies, inventory them all, then securely store them away in the secret vault.

These tasks were extremely complex yet immensely important, allowing no room for error.

Du Mengyan was busy until mid-night, yet still hadn't sorted everything out, and many matters required her to communicate with Lu Chengfeng.

Only at this point did she ask and find out that Lu Chengfeng hadn't returned since he went down the mountain.

"Still not back at this hour?"

Du Mengyan was somewhat vexed and simply sealed the items, then took her sword and left the room.

While she was busying herself to exhaustion here, that man was indulging with his lovely wife somewhere under the moonlight in romance and charm.

Du Mengyan didn't know from where the anger came, and went to a remote forest where she usually practiced swordsmanship, and began to practice.

She wasn't using the Profound Sun Divine Sword, but another famed sword called Qionghua, which was also the source of her title Fairy Qionghua.

The Qionghua Sword was entirely like frost and snow, emanating a chilling glow, with a slimmer blade than other swords, and its color as crystalline as snow. It was unknown what kind of Exotic Gold and Anomalous Iron it was forged from.

Tonight, with the bright moon hanging high and stars sparse, the sword qi stirred in the forest, causing many branches and leaves to rustle and fall.

The Yimu Heaven-Reaching Sword Scripture unfolded, with the snow-like blade spawning wind and thunder, its pure and fierce Heaven-Reaching Sword Intent causing the azure mark at her brow to shimmer with a faint light.

The more Du Mengyan practiced, the more she felt a seething resentment she couldn't release; the sword light grew increasingly chilling, and unknowingly the night had passed.

As the eastern sky began to pale, she could faintly hear some disciples waking early to practice their swordsmanship, prompting her to resheath her sword with a clang.

"Boring!"

It was unclear whom she referred to with this remark.

Her figure quickly disappeared into the woods.

Meanwhile, atop Jade Dragon Mountain, Zhu Yuxian sat cross-legged in meditation. This time she had quietly followed along; aside from Profound Sun Taoist and Withered Bamboo Elder, no one else knew her presence, as she covertly monitored to prevent any mishap.

The reason she personally descended the mountain was because she was unsure of Lu Chengfeng's current state. This fellow had gone down the mountain and managed to train the Zhao Family's Blazing Fire Spear to such a Realm—it was simply incredible.

She had even secretly muttered, fearing Lu Chengfeng had somehow been replaced by Zhao Tianyou.

During the day, she hid within the convoy, and after seeing Lu Chengfeng, based on his aura, confirmed that this guy was indeed her own disciple.

Just when she intended to communicate with him in secret, Lu Chengfeng had already disappeared without a trace, carrying Luo Suyi.

While everyone else had been settled, Zhu Yuxian was left atop Jade Dragon Mountain, enduring the freezing wind throughout the night.

By dawn, her face had turned as cold as ice frost.

"My good disciple, when I see you, your Master must surely examine your Martial Arts progress..."

Zhu Yuxian's words were colder than the wind, and on the mountain, the iron-hard ice and rocks had unknowingly cracked, turned to dust, and blown away by the fierce wind, scattering on the precipices.