Chapter 714 Turning Her Murderous Impulse into Raw Submission

Chapter 714: Chapter 714 Turning Her Murderous Impulse into Raw Submission

Li Ruoxi also raised an eyebrow.

Lin Feng pointed at her as though he were an innocent victim who had been dragged into an unfortunate situation.

"This beautiful fairy practically kidnapped me."

"..."

Li Ruoxi’s lips twitched.

The handsome sword cultivator’s expression became even stranger.

Lin Feng continued speaking with an extremely serious expression.

"She said I was too handsome and insisted that I become her Dao companion. I tried to resist, of course, but what could an ordinary mortal like me possibly do against such a powerful cultivator?"

His tone was filled with helplessness.

Li Ruoxi immediately understood what he was doing.

She had to suppress the urge to laugh.

This shameless man was clearly enjoying himself.

Lin Feng then leaned back in his chair and sighed again.

"But I’ll let you in on a little secret."

The handsome sword cultivator instinctively leaned closer.

Lin Feng lowered his voice as though he were sharing some extremely important information.

"She is just as fierce in bed as she looks."

The handsome sword cultivator’s eyes widened.

Lin Feng shook his head with an exhausted expression.

"Every time we sleep together, she completely drains me dry. I barely have enough strength left to get out of bed afterward."

"..."

Li Ruoxi’s face immediately turned red.

"Lin Feng!"

She glared at him, though there was more embarrassment than anger in her eyes.

The handsome sword cultivator, however, was no longer paying attention to anything else.

His face had become increasingly ugly with every word.

Lin Feng gave him a sympathetic look.

"So, fellow Daoist, you really shouldn’t envy me. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be in my position."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his waist as though he were genuinely exhausted.

"Being too handsome is sometimes a burden."

"BANG!"

The spiritual pressure surrounding the handsome sword cultivator suddenly erupted.

His anger surged like a volcano that had finally reached its limit.

Tables and chairs nearby trembled violently beneath the sudden pressure, while the dishes on the surrounding tables rattled loudly.

His spiritual sense erupted from his body like an invisible storm, sweeping through the restaurant.

The surrounding cultivators immediately turned their attention toward them.

"What happened?"

"Someone is fighting?"

"That’s a Core Formation Realm aura!"

The handsome sword cultivator’s eyes were practically burning with fury.

He had been completely unable to tolerate Lin Feng’s words.

This seemingly mortal man had actually dared to brag about sleeping with the woman he had taken a liking to right in front of him.

Worse, he had even claimed that Li Ruoxi was the one who had pursued him.

The humiliation was unbearable.

Li Ruoxi looked at the furious sword cultivator and then at Lin Feng.

She finally understood that Lin Feng had deliberately provoked him.

Yet instead of being angry, she found herself wanting to laugh.

Her husband was truly shameless.

And somehow, she had already become accustomed to it.

Li Ruoxi was having an incredibly wonderful time simply being alone with Lin Feng.

For once, she did not have to share his attention with anyone else.

There were no other women interrupting them, no academy matters demanding his attention, and no endless troubles waiting for them to deal with.

She could have Lin Feng all to herself.

And she cherished every moment of it.

She knew very well that this peaceful time would not last forever.

Eventually, they would have to return to the others and rejoin Lin Feng’s enormous harem of women.

There were already more than enough people waiting for him, and Ruoxi knew that she could not selfishly keep him to herself forever.

But that was fine.

She did not need forever.

At least for today, Lin Feng was completely hers.

Unfortunately for this handsome sword cultivator, Li Ruoxi had no intention of spoiling her honeymoon phase with her beloved Lin Feng over senseless conflict.

Her time was far too precious for that.

Every moment spent away from her husband’s side felt like a waste, and she refused to let some arrogant stranger disrupt the rare peace she was enjoying.

She stood calmly, her expression cold and unreadable.

The air around her seemed to grow heavier, as though the very shadows had begun to listen to her will.

"Do it," she said, her voice low, steady, and laced with quiet menace.

"Make your attack... and I’ll make sure it will be the last thing you ever do."

"What?!"

The handsome sword cultivator froze in place, eyes widening in shock.

He couldn’t see anything unusual with his naked eyes, yet every instinct he had honed through years of sword training screamed danger.

A bone-deep warning flooded his senses that if he so much as twitched a finger toward his weapon right now, he would die.

He slowly scanned the surroundings. The corridor was quiet. The lighting was normal.

Nothing looked different.

And yet... every shadow clinging to the walls and floor suddenly felt alive.

Each one seemed to carry a silent, fatal threat, as if countless invisible blades were already pointed at his vital points, waiting only for the slightest excuse to strike.

Cold sweat formed on his back.

What he didn’t know and what he couldn’t possibly know was that Li Ruoxi had already reached the absolute peak of the Core Formation realm.

At this stage, her control over her own power was refined to an almost terrifying degree.

In this place, under these conditions, she was practically invincible against someone of his level.

Lin Feng, of course, doted heavily on his wives. He had never been stingy with resources or guidance.

The training he personally arranged for them was always the best available, pushing each of them far beyond what most cultivators could achieve in the same amount of time.

Li Ruoxi was no exception.

The strength she now possessed was the direct result of that favoritism and her own relentless effort.

The sword cultivator’s throat tightened. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly small.

Without another word, the sword cultivator swallowed hard.

Cold sweat beaded on his brow as the weight of Li Ruoxi’s quiet threat settled over him like a blade against his throat.

His earlier arrogance had completely vanished.

Slowly, carefully, he took one step back. Then another.

His eyes never left her, as though any sudden movement might trigger the fatal response he could feel hanging in the air.

Once he had put enough distance between them, he finally turned and vanished from the scene in a swift blur of movement, not daring to linger even a second longer.

The surrounding crowd watched in stunned silence.

Many of them had seen the handsome sword cultivator before known for his pride and sharp temper and none had expected him to retreat so thoroughly, without even drawing his weapon.

Whispers quickly began to spread. Some looked at Li Ruoxi with newfound caution.

Others simply stared, unable to understand what had just occurred.

Among them, however, one person watched with far greater interest than the rest.

Their eyes lingered on Li Ruoxi’s calm figure, sharp and thoughtful, as though they had just witnessed something far more significant than a simple intimidation.

A moment later, it shifted and settled more deeply inside Lin Feng’s body, lingering there longer than before.