The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud-Chapter 898: Thwarted on the Brink of Success

After the first round of the competition ended, Li Lingxi and Shuang Jiang returned to Li Lingxi’s palace.

Both of them were extremely satisfied with Su Jingzhen’s performance that day.

“Who would’ve thought that this guy could easily refine a super-grade Heavenly Dragon Pill?

Even though the materials he used were rather outrageous, to achieve such results in such a short time… If it were merely due to mastering the Dan Heart, I doubt that could fully explain it.

I’m finding him more and more fascinating. If he can reach our level of strength in a short period of time, he might prove to be truly useful.

When that time comes, if I were to compete with you for his favor, do you think I’d have a chance?”

Li Lingxi, with her enchanting posture, lounged leisurely on a recliner, casting a teasing glance at Shuang Jiang.

Shuang Jiang rolled her eyes, unwilling to engage in such trivial banter.

She knew Li Lingxi’s playful and uninhibited nature, which often led to such reckless remarks. Debating with her was simply a waste of effort.

However, in the next instant, Shuang Jiang’s previously relaxed demeanor changed. She suddenly sat upright, her expression turning serious.

Raising her brows slightly, she looked at Li Lingxi and said, “During a grand event like this, the security of your Dan City seems rather inadequate.”

Li Lingxi furrowed her brows, puzzled by the remark.

Before she could inquire further, Shuang Jiang stood up. As her figure straightened, it gradually faded away, leaving the palace altogether.

“Huh? What did she mean by that? And where is she going?”

Li Lingxi muttered to herself. Without delay, she spread her divine consciousness across the entire city. In an instant, she locked onto Shuang Jiang’s presence and followed suit.

At the same time, Qiu Yaoyao, now reduced to her soul form, was consumed by a wave of fear and disbelief.

She had underestimated Xuan Jin’s ruthlessness.

She never imagined that he would destroy her physical body right off the bat, severing all possible routes of retreat.

In her soul state, Xuan Jin could erase her existence with the flick of a finger, reducing her to nothingness.

Her thoughts raced to Su Jingzhen-she had just fully entrusted herself to him. There were still so many things that she wanted to do with him.

Over the past few days, she had endlessly envisioned a future together with Su Jingzhen.

Yet now, before she could even bid him a proper farewell, it seemed that everything was coming to an abrupt and tragic end.

Faced with the power that had annihilated her physical body, she found herself utterly incapable of resisting.

Seeing the desolate expression on Qiu Yaoyao’s ethereal soul, Xuan Jin inexplicably felt a surge of twisted satisfaction in his heart.

“I told you that you would regret your choice,” Xuan Jin said with a cold smile as he stepped closer to Qiu Yaoyao’s trapped soul.

Under the suppression of his power, Qiu Yaoyao couldn’t move an inch.

Xuan Jin extended his hand, gently brushing his fingers through her illusory hair. “It didn’t have to come to this. You and I, as the first sequence of the Heavenly Dragon Race, could have written a beautiful story together. We could have forged ahead side by side and elevated the name of our race to the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

But somewhere along the way, you lost your way.”

As he spoke, a hint of melancholy crossed Xuan Jin’s face, as if he were lost in a wistful memory.

Then his tone softened, his voice turning almost tender. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die.

How could I bring myself to kill you? I will leave your soul intact so that you can witness everything that follows.

Watch me destroy Su Jingzhen. Watch me ascend to the top of the cultivation world.”

His words carried a venomous promise: Qiu Yaoyao’s regret would not come through death, but through eternal witnessing of what she could never change.

Hearing this, Qiu Yaoyao’s eyes burned with intense hatred, but she remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response.

At this moment, the space beside Xuan Jin abruptly twisted, and a figure in black robes materialized.

The newcomer wore a veiled hood that covered their face. Not that it mattered to Qiu Yaoyao-she likely wouldn’t recognize them even if she could see their features.

This figure was undoubtedly an elder of the Martial God Hall.

“This body – what a waste,” the black-robed figure sighed, their voice tinged with regret.

“I can tell that it was an exceptional cauldron, perfectly suited to your bloodline and constitution.

If it had been utilized correctly, it would have greatly benefited your cultivation.

Even though she’s lost her primordial yin, her body still held significant value.

Frankly speaking, I assumed that you summoned me here to help you secure her for your cultivation. Your recent actions… were a bit impulsive.”

The black-robed man’s tone was tinged with disapproval, as if he was lamenting a wasted treasure.

Hearing this, Xuan Jin’s lips curved into a wicked, mocking smile.

“My original plan,” he began, “was to wait until she broke through to the Spirit Immortal Realm before dual-cultivating with her. That way, both her constitution and mine could be maximized to their full potential.

But circumstances have unexpectedly changed.

Now, something that others have touched is too dirty for me.

Even if it retains some value, it no longer deserves to be my cauldron,” he said.

Xuan Jin’s tone was commanding and filled with disdain, his gaze cold and unforgiving.

The black-robed man nodded slightly, understanding all too well the depth of Xuan Jin’s pride.

He knew just how significant a blow this situation was to someone like Xuan Jin, how deeply it cut into his arrogance and sense of superiority.

For someone as composed and calculating as Xuan Jin to take such a risk, it was clear that this matter weighed heavily on him.

Perhaps for Xuan Jin, only by condemning Qiu Yaoyao to an eternal prison of torment could he wash away this perceived humiliation.

However, the black-robed man understood all too well that Xuan Jin’s mindset was deeply twisted, almost pathological.

In the cultivation world, such a state of mind would often lead one down a dead end, potentially hindering one’s pursuit of true ascension.

However, now was not the time to try to advise Xuan Jin.

For the moment, indulging his every demand might be the best course of action.

Hearing their exchange, Qiu Yaoyao’s ethereal eyes blinked faintly, a strange sense of relief welling up within her.

She hadn’t realized that Xuan Jin harbored such calculated plans for her.

Nor did she understand the specifics of her own constitution or what kind of physique Xuan Jin possessed.

But one thing was clear: by choosing to give herself to Su Jingzhen, she had inadvertently disrupted Xuan Jin’s meticulous schemes – a stroke of fortune in her dire circumstances.

A bitter gratitude surfaced in her heart. She felt fortunate to have met Su Jingzhen before Xuan Jin’s plans could be realized. Otherwise, her entire life would have been dictated by him with no room for resistance.

She knew that if Xuan Jin had devised such a plan, he undoubtedly possessed the capability to execute it.

Although Qiu Yaoyao’s own talent rivaled Xuan Jin’s, the gap in their cultivation time was still an insurmountable gap, at least for now.

Despite the fleeting sense of triumph in foiling Xuan Jin’s schemes, her heart remained heavy with sorrow.

“Will we meet again? Will you come for me?”

Qiu Yaoyao murmured softly, her voice barely audible.

Suddenly, she felt the power constraining her grow stronger, tightening its grip.

The black-robed man looked at Xuan Jin. “Time is running out. We’re still within the borders of Dan City, and the city is teeming with powerful cultivators.

This array may not be enough to hide us from their investigation. The longer we stay, the greater the risk.”

Xuan Jin nodded in agreement.

He turned to Qiu Yaoyao with a warm smile.

“Our paths will cross again.

Rest assured, I, Xuan Jin, will never forget that I am a son of the Heavenly Dragon Race. One day, the name of our race will echo throughout the entire cultivation world, carried by my hands.

I know that this is a dream you share as well, and I will fulfill it for you.”

As his voice faded, Xuan Jin instinctively channeled his power to tighten the restraints on Qiu Yaoyao’s soul, preparing to take her away.

But in that moment, his expression shifted.

He could clearly sense the presence of his own power, yet when he tried to move Qiu Yaoyao’s soul, he found himself unable to do so.

It was as if an even mightier force had enveloped her, rendering his efforts futile.

Xuan Jin’s face darkened, his gaze sharpening with vigilance.

He turned to the black-robed man beside him. “Help me!”

The black-robed man had already noticed the anomaly.

A surge of formidable energy burst forth from his palm, sweeping toward Qiu Yaoyao’s soul in an attempt to wrest control.

Yet even as he unleashed his full power – power that revealed his peak True Immortal Realm, and even hinted at the threshold of the Immortal Lord Realm – he found himself unable to overcome the mysterious force surrounding her.

Even with their combined power, Qiu Yaoyao’s soul remained completely unmoved.

The black-robed man’s expression grew grave, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Qiu Yaoyao also noticed the peculiarity of the situation.

A glimmer of hope flickered in her ethereal eyes.

Although she was in a soul state, she could clearly sense a mysterious force gently rippling around her, shielding her.

Her first thought was of the enigmatic Dantai Mingjing.

To her, he was the only one who had any connection to her and might intervene in this perilous moment.

Although her heart had been braced for death, the chance to survive far outweighed the grim fate of falling into Xuan Jin’s twisted hands, where unimaginable torment awaited her.

“This can’t be… It’s impossible!”

Xuan Jin’s attempts continued to fail, and frustration burned in his eyes.

This operation had been meticulously planned and carried an immense risk.

Failure wouldn’t just render all his efforts futile – it could bring catastrophic consequences.

After all, he was well aware of the importance Su Jingzhen held within the Divine Dan Sect.

While the Martial God Hall did not fear the Divine Dan Sect, escalating this matter would undoubtedly cause significant losses even if the Hall chose to shield him.

Such a scandal could jeopardize his future within the Martial God Hall – a price he wasn’t keen to pay.

However, more than these external concerns, what truly mattered to Xuan Jin was his inner conviction.

If Qiu Yaoyao escaped now, after all he had done, it would shatter his Dao Heart, leaving it irreparably fractured.

“She is protected by an immensely powerful force, one that is not her own. A formidable expert is either already here or fast approaching.

This is a lost cause – better to retreat and fight another day,” the black-robed man said gravely, his tone brooking no argument.

But Xuan Jin was not ready to accept defeat.

“If I can’t take her, then I will destroy her!”

After a brief silence, his resolve hardened.

Having come this far, even if he couldn’t take Qiu Yaoyao away, he would not allow her to escape unscathed.

In the next instant, his aura surged violently.

He had reached the Spirit Immortal Realm!

Indeed, his fortuitous encounters over the past month had yielded monumental gains.

A draconic might erupted from his body, enveloping the area around him.

With an imposing roar, he raised a finger and channelled all his power into a single devastating strike aimed at Qiu Yaoyao’s soul.

This was a full force attack, designed to utterly obliterate her.

If it weren’t for the mysterious protective power, Qiu Yaoyao would undoubtedly be reduced to nothing under this attack.

Even at such a close range, the surrounding void shattered and collapsed under the sheer intensity of Xuan Jin’s power.

Yet, to his astonishment, Qiu Yaoyao’s soul remained unscathed, perfectly intact amidst the chaos.

A layer of icy blue energy manifested around her.

In front of this energy, Xuan Jin’s power seemed like a joke.

Seeing Xuan Jin’s actions, the black-robed man sighed and did not hesitate for a moment. He also struck out with a palm, targeting Qiu Yaoyao’s soul.

This palm was powerful enough to rival most Immortal Lords.

Even the icy blue energy protecting Qiu Yaoyao began to crack under the immense pressure.

A gust of power silently struck Qiu Yaoyao’s ethereal form.

Her face paled, and although she had endured much worse, this attack still caused some damage to her.

As the black-robed man prepared to strike again, the icy blue energy returned to full strength.

Not only had it been restored, but it had grown even more formidable.

Sensing the profound Dao rhythm emanating from it, the black-robed man’s heart suddenly tightened.

Without hesitation, he abandoned his attack and vanished from the spot in an instant, grabbing Xuan Jin’s right arm.

At that moment, Qiu Yaoyao’s soul weakened once again.

Her face turned a sickly white, and her vision seemed to fade into darkness.

“Am I really going to die now?” she whispered softly to herself. “I’m not ready… I haven’t left a legacy for Jingzhen, and I haven’t seen him reach the pinnacle of his power…”

Her consciousness sank into the abyss of unconsciousness.

At that moment, a figure dressed in pure white appeared beside her.

A soft energy enveloped her, and the newcomer was none other than Shuang Jiang.

Shuang Jiang’s face remained calm. After briefly assessing Qiu Yaoyao’s condition, a slight smile curled on her lips.

Another figure descended, and it was Li Lingxi.

“How is she?” Li Lingxi asked, her expression anxious. “How could you have missed the attack of the quasi immortal lord? Isn’t she…?”

Li Lingxi’s concern was palpable. She knew the importance of Qiu Yaoyao to Su Jingzhen and the potential consequences if Qiu Yaoyao were to die here.

She turned her gaze to Shuang Jiang, a hint of reproach in her eyes. To her, if Shuang Jiang had sensed the situation so quickly, Qiu Yaoyao’s physical form should have been preserved, let alone her soul suffering such a grievous blow.

Shuang Jiang smiled. “Everything is under control. This is a trial for her. Don’t worry.”

She continued with a light tone, “I will need your alchemy expertise to assist me later.”

Without another word, Shuang Jiang carefully collected Qiu Yaoyao’s unconscious soul and disappeared with a step.

Li Lingxi stood frozen for a moment, unsure of Shuang Jiang’s intentions, but trusting her judgment, she left as well.

Soon after, Li Lingxi received a message from Elder Zhou Daoqi.

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It was time for her to prepare for Su Jingzhen’s next step after selecting his treasures, a task she could no longer delay.

However, receiving the message filled Li Lingxi with conflicting emotions.

If not for the chaos with Qiu Yaoyao, she would have been able to handle things calmly. Instead, she now felt a sense of unease.

In a hidden chamber, Xuan Jin’s expression was as dark as thunder.

“Who was that just now? I want them dead!”

Xuan Jin’s handsome face twisted in anger.

He glared at the black-robed man beside him, now revealing his true identity as a middle-aged figure.

The man shook his head with a sigh. “We can’t afford to provoke this one.”

He paused for a moment and thought. “Now that I think about it, the reason I managed to break through that energy shield earlier was likely because they allowed that to happen.

They intentionally allowed me to harm her soul without destroying her foundation,” he said.

The black-robed man looked at Xuan Jin earnestly. “There are very few in the cultivation world who can control things from such a distance with such precision.

Stay low for now. If that person comes for us, I won’t be able to protect you, and I might not be able to save myself either.”