Transmigrated into the Early-Deceased Alpha Fiancée of the Female Lead - Chapter 32

After the defeat of the Zombie King, Demon Lord Han Ying held a grand celebration throughout the Demon Realm.

That night, Zhu Changxuan and Han Xuejin quietly left the banquet early and made their way to a quiet, secluded cliff within the Demon Realm.

To their surprise, someone had already gotten there first. Or rather, not someone, but two spirit beasts. Yu Meiren and Sui Sheng were sitting side by side in the pavilion on the cliff, enjoying the moonlight.

Zhu Changxuan smiled when she saw how well the two were getting along. She walked over cheerfully and reached out to gently pet them.

“You two came here to admire the moon too?”

Sui Sheng replied, “Yes, this spot is the best in the Demon Realm for moon viewing.”

Yu Meiren added, “You can see everything from here. The busy city streets and forest below. When I was living as a fish in the water, I never saw views like this.”

Zhu Changxuan gently rubbed Yu Meiren’s head with affection in her eyes.

“I see. Then from now on, you’ll get to see many more.”

Han Xuejin watched silently. Her hand had been holding Changxuan’s, but now Changxuan had let go to pet the two spirit beasts. Han Xuejin stared at them with a blank expression, then let out a small click of her tongue.

Yu Meiren and Sui Sheng both heard it.

They exchanged a look. That sound again. What was she clicking her tongue for? Was she seriously jealous?

Yu Meiren, always the bold one, spoke up with a teasing tone.

“Oh my, did I just see someone burning with nameless jealousy?”

Zhu Changxuan looked confused.

Sui Sheng nearly burst out laughing but held it in.

Han Xuejin suddenly smiled sweetly and walked forward. With one hand, she grabbed the soft fur on top of Yu Meiren’s head. Her other hand scooped her up, though she clearly wasn’t using her full strength.

Han Xuejin spoke in a soft voice.

“Is that so? Where exactly did you see this jealousy?”

Seeing her calm and gentle smile that somehow carried a hidden threat, Yu Meiren trembled and completely forgot about the pain on her head.

“No no no, I must have been seeing things. My eyes are completely useless.”

Zhu Changxuan looked even more confused.

Sui Sheng sighed silently. Only after getting beaten down by life again and again could someone be as cautious as it was now.

The two spirit beasts decided it was best to keep their distance and moved farther away.

Now the cliffside pavilion belonged to just Zhu Changxuan and Han Xuejin.

Sitting together under the moonlight, Zhu Changxuan glanced at Han Xuejin’s beautiful profile. The moonlight made her look soft and calm. Suddenly, Zhu Changxuan remembered something important. Their wedding ceremony had never been completed.

She stood up and looked at Han Xuejin with serious eyes.

Han Xuejin tilted her head slightly.

“Our wedding. We never finished it.”

Han Xuejin nodded and was just about to say they could always hold it again.

Zhu Changxuan spoke first. Her voice was steady and sincere.

“With the sun and moon as our witnesses, and the heavens and earth as our proof, Xuejin, will you be my wife?”

Han Xuejin’s heart skipped a beat. In Changxuan’s eyes, the reflection of the moonlight sparkled like stars. Her heart filled with warmth and joy.

“I will.”

In the days that followed, Han Xuejin and Zhu Changxuan held their wedding ceremony once more in the Demon Realm.

Zhu Shijing and Chen Tao attended the wedding but did not stay long. After offering their blessings, they returned to the cultivation world.

Several sect leaders, including Dao Zhiming and Lotus Master, had gone missing. Many disciples were waiting for Elder Zhu and Elder Chen to return and take over leadership, as well as to handle the growing number of important matters.

Now that the various sects of the cultivation world had begun forming peaceful relations with the Demon Realm, Han Ying, as Demon Lord, found herself much busier with new responsibilities. Hua Yue stayed close by her side to help.

During this time, Hua Yue quietly handed Han Xuejin a secret manual of dual cultivation techniques, one she had kept hidden since her days as the master of Hehuan Palace.

Han Xuejin took one look at it and silently accepted it.

Over the following nights, Han Xuejin kept pulling Zhu Changxuan aside under the excuse of “cultivation training.”

Zhu Changxuan looked down at the thick dual cultivation manual. It was heavier than her fist and filled not just with detailed written explanations but also incredibly vivid illustrations.

Some of the positions were so outrageous that even someone with a modern education like Zhu Changxuan was stunned. It was like a knife to her backside—she had never seen anything like it in her life.

She was so embarrassed she couldn’t even look at most of the pages. No matter how much she knew Xuejin was doing this out of love, she simply couldn’t bring herself to try those poses.

What she didn’t know was that the “pure and elegant” Han Xuejin was secretly disappointed.

Still, their dual cultivation brought dramatic results. Zhu Changxuan’s cultivation rose rapidly. In her spiritual sea, she had gone from the Foundation Establishment stage to the early Core Formation stage, and during this time she had pushed all the way to the peak of Core Formation.

Her progress was faster than anyone had ever seen.

Even Han Xuejin, who had been gifted with the fate of a chosen one, had never advanced this quickly. Her own strength came mostly from the achievements of her past life. At present, she remained at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage with little change.

But after these days of dual cultivation, she felt the bottleneck beginning to loosen. She was starting to move toward the Ascension stage.

Normally, when cultivators with very different levels of power practiced dual cultivation, only the weaker one would benefit. The stronger one would not improve until they both reached the same level. But this time, both of them saw results.

Han Xuejin was surprised by the change, but also concerned.

Zhu Changxuan was growing stronger at an incredible rate. What was the reason behind it? She could only hope there would be no serious consequences.

When Han Ying and Hua Yue learned how quickly Zhu Changxuan was progressing, they began to doubt their understanding of the world.

Back when the Zombie King was killed, they had believed that Changxuan had used the help of a mysterious expert. But now, it seemed she had relied entirely on her own power. Her rate of growth was terrifying.

After several thorough examinations, they still found nothing wrong with her. In fact, she was already nearing the Nascent Soul stage.

Zhu Changxuan never told them about Tong Shifeng or the other version of herself. She feared that if she said anything, the Heavenly Dao might come after her.

Still, she didn’t believe her cultivation speed had anything to do with Tong Shifeng. There was something else. When she had returned from the spiritual sea, there had been a faint voice she heard. Who had it belonged to?

On this particular day, Han Ying received an invitation from Dinghai Pavilion.

Dinghai Pavilion was located on a remote island far to the east.

The island was governed by four powerful Nascent Soul stage cultivators. This made it the sect with the most cultivators of that level in the entire cultivation world.

Most sects didn’t have even one Nascent Soul elder. At most, larger sects had one or two. Because of this, Dinghai Pavilion was considered one of the top sects in the cultivation world.

No one dared to provoke them. The island’s location in the remote Eastern Sea also meant that few people visited or disturbed them.

Dinghai Pavilion usually kept itself isolated from the rest of the world. However, every ten years, they hosted the Gathering of Immortals, inviting sects from across the cultivation world, and even representatives from the Demon and Beast Realms.

It was a rare event, not only for exchanging knowledge and discussing cultivation but also for trading rare treasures and artifacts.

When the Zombie King disaster broke out, Dinghai Pavilion was too far away. The four Nascent Soul elders learned of the incident only after it had already ended.

Just as they were preparing to go help eliminate the Zombie King, they found out that Zhu Shijing and Demon Lord Han Ying had already led their people to completely destroy it.

Han Ying had attended the Gathering of Immortals twice in the past. The first time she went alone, and the second time she attended with Hua Yue.

This time, she decided to let Xuejin and Changxuan attend. It would give them a chance to see more of the world and, more importantly, finally leave their room. The two newlyweds had been cooped up indoors for days under the name of “cultivation,” which was starting to seem a bit much.

When Zhu Changxuan heard Han Ying’s suggestion, she agreed immediately. Moved by the gesture, she took the invitation card and gave Han Ying’s sore lower back a gentle rub.

If this kept going, she feared she would end up like one of those scandalous romance novel heroines, locked in a life of endless bedroom scenes. It was all her fault for having such tempting pheromones. But they were supposed to be on the path of righteous cultivation, not spicy fiction.

Besides, she had a strange feeling that she needed to go to Dinghai Pavilion.

What she didn’t see, however, was the look of quiet regret in Han Xuejin’s eyes when she got out of bed. Changxuan still thought her own pheromones were to blame for always seducing Xuejin, leaving her unable to resist. That was what Xuejin had said, and she didn’t think Xuejin would lie to her.

Han Ying and Hua Yue did not plan to go. Han Xuejin was strong enough to protect both herself and Zhu Changxuan.

The journey took them a full month by flying boat. Just the two of them aboard, they finally arrived at Dinghai Pavilion with three days to spare before the Gathering began.

During that month, Zhu Changxuan astonishingly broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

But she came to realize she could not rely on dual cultivation every night. Han Xuejin needed to cultivate too. Their days together were long, and they needed balance. So the two made a new agreement: they could only practice dual cultivation once every three days. The rest of the time would be for individual training.

Han Xuejin kept her usual elegant and composed appearance, but inside she was silently suffering. Still, she agreed to the new rule with a calm face.

Because they carried an invitation from the Demon Lord herself, the disciples of Dinghai Pavilion quickly recognized them as honored guests from the Demon Realm. They were led to one of the higher-class, quieter guest suites.

On the way to their rooms, they happened to run into another guest heading in the same direction. She was Hu Qingqing, an omega fox girl and daughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox King.

Her outfit was as revealing as Hua Yue’s had been the first time they met.

Every step she took was filled with grace and allure. Her eyes sparkled with charm, and she held an adorable bright-red fox cub in her arms.

Many people along the road turned to stare at her in awe, enchanted by her beauty. Some wanted to approach and strike up a conversation, but after seeing what had happened to a disciple from the Qingshan Sect who was publicly mocked for trying to flirt with her, they quickly gave up and kept their distance.

Hu Qingqing stroked the fox cub in her arms out of boredom.

Then she happened to glance over and her eyes lit up instantly. She saw an Alpha of breathtaking beauty, one that outshone even the most renowned beauties of her own fox clan.

Hu Qingqing immediately leapt forward, wearing a dazzling smile.

“This fellow cultivator, may I have the honor of knowing your name? I am Hu Qingqing, daughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox King.”

The surrounding crowd was stunned. Hu Qingqing was actually initiating conversation with someone? They all strained to see who had caught her attention.

Once they saw Zhu Changxuan’s face, there was a collective gasp. Words couldn’t describe such beauty.

But Zhu Changxuan didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at Hu Qingqing. Her gaze was fixed on the fox cub in Hu Qingqing’s arms. It was so fluffy. She wanted to pet it.

Hu Qingqing noticed where the Alpha’s eyes were and smiled knowingly. She held the little fox up slightly.

“Would you like to pet it?”

Zhu Changxuan turned her head to glance at Han Xuejin, who was staring coldly at Hu Qingqing. Just as she opened her mouth to decline politely, Han Xuejin spoke for her.

“No. And she doesn’t need to know you either.”

In the next moment, Han Xuejin pulled out the spirit pet Meiren from her living storage space and stuffed the coal-colored creature into Zhu Changxuan’s arms.

“You can pet this one.”

Then she took Zhu Changxuan’s hand and led her away.

Zhu Changxuan looked down, a little puzzled, but obediently walked with her, only glancing back at the fluffy red fox with a trace of regret.

Woken abruptly from the storage space, Meiren was still confused.

“What just happened?”

Han Xuejin also noticed Zhu Changxuan’s brief glance of reluctance. Even though it wasn’t directed at Hu Qingqing herself, it was still for the little fox cub in her arms. That alone made her feel a little irritated. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous over something so small, but she couldn’t help herself.

Hu Qingqing looked at Han Xuejin, who stood there cold and proud, the picture of an aloof omega. It annoyed her immediately. This was exactly the kind of person she disliked the most. Didn’t she worry about freezing her Alpha to death with that ice-cold attitude?

“Hey, you, the omega. I was talking to the Alpha beside you, not to you. What right do you have to refuse for her? My little fox is way cuter than that black furball you’re holding. Its fur is definitely softer too. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you get to hold her back. Alphas are allowed to choose someone gentler if their partner is too cold.”

As she spoke, Hu Qingqing stepped toward them again.

At that moment, Han Xuejin was gripping her Thousand-Breaking Sword tightly. If it weren’t for what Zhu Changxuan said next, she might have drawn her sword right then and there.

Zhu Changxuan’s expression turned cold. Her gentle manner disappeared as she spoke to Hu Qingqing with a firm voice.

“Fellow cultivator, whatever my wife says is what I say. I won’t stand for anyone speaking ill of her. And I’m not interested in getting to know you.”

Han Xuejin’s mood instantly improved when she heard Zhu Changxuan call her “my wife” not once, but twice.

Even Meiren joined in and snapped, “Ha, you stinky fox, your fur is nothing compared to mine. Mine’s a hundred times better.”

Hu Qingqing’s expression changed at once. “You—”

Before she could finish, Han Xuejin released her Nascent Soul stage pressure directly at her. Even though Hu Qingqing was a rare Out-of-Body stage cultivator, she was completely overwhelmed by the force. Her heart shook with fear, and she staggered back several steps.

Everyone around them was stunned. They didn’t expect someone who had just arrived at Dinghai Pavilion to be able to easily suppress Hu Qingqing, a well-known powerhouse. Some of them quietly guessed that the Alpha must be the pampered partner of this terrifying cultivator.

Still, with a face like that, they could understand. If they had that kind of strength, they too would want to protect such a stunning beauty. A beauty who kept another beauty — somehow that was even more intoxicating.

Suddenly, a surprised voice called out from behind.

“Senior Sister Zhu!”

The speaker was He Yaoyue, a disciple from the sect Zhu Changxuan and Han Xuejin had once belonged to.

Han Xuejin frowned slightly when she saw the familiar uniform. Then her expression darkened more when she noticed the way this Alpha girl was looking at Zhu Changxuan — eyes full of admiration and infatuation.

Another one? Whether Alpha or Omega, they were all flocking around Changxuan. It was irritating. Maybe she really would have to hide her wife away.

Zhu Changxuan turned and saw a familiar face. She quickly remembered this was the same junior disciple who had flown her to the main hall the day she first arrived in this world.

He Yaoyue ran over with excitement and smiled brightly at her.

“Senior Sister Zhu, it’s been so long.”

Then she noticed the stunning, icy woman standing beside her and paused in surprise.

“Is that Junior Sister Han?”

She had heard that Zhu Changxuan and Han Xuejin were now married. At the time, she had quietly felt it wasn’t worth it. But now that the birthmark on Han Xuejin’s face was gone, revealing such astonishing beauty, she was caught off guard.

Even so, she still preferred Zhu Changxuan’s type. Not because she liked women, but simply because she found Changxuan too beautiful not to admire.

Zhu Changxuan smiled politely. After all, this disciple had helped her before.

“Yes, it has been a while.”

Han Xuejin gave He Yaoyue a cold stare that stopped her from saying anything else. A chill ran down her spine.

“Then, I won’t bother you both. I’ll go rest in my room now.”

She quickly turned and left. The moment she looked at Zhu Changxuan again, she felt like she might freeze into a statue.

Han Xuejin turned to Zhu Changxuan with a soft smile.

“Let’s go back to our room too.”

Zhu Changxuan thought Han Xuejin’s smile looked a little dangerous for some reason. Still, she nodded without fear.

“Alright.”

Once they returned to the upper-class room assigned to them by the disciples of Dinghai Pavilion, Han Xuejin immediately closed the door and cast a powerful barrier over the room, blocking anyone from sensing what happened inside.

She then took Meiren from Zhu Changxuan’s arms and stuffed the spirit pet back into her storage space.

Meiren was speechless.

Why did you bring me out to get scolded and then toss me back in again?

In the storage space, Sui Sheng had his head buried in a pile of spiritual pills, chewing them one by one without a care. He didn’t even notice Meiren’s miserable face.

Han Xuejin’s eyes were slightly red. Her smile was dangerous, yet undeniably alluring. She slowly moved toward Zhu Changxuan.

Even Zhu Changxuan, who was usually slow to catch on, noticed that something was off.

Han Xuejin backed her all the way to the bed and started pulling at her robes.

Zhu Changxuan looked into her eyes and felt a little nervous. There was something wild in Xuejin’s expression.

“Xuejin, the three-day rule… we’re not supposed to until the day after tomorrow.”

Han Xuejin leaned close and whispered against her ear.

“I want you now. Take me.”

Zhu Changxuan’s ears turned red instantly.

Han Xuejin’s gaze darkened as she gently took her ear between her lips.

Three days passed. The Gathering of Immortals officially began.

But during those three days, neither of them left their room once.

Because of the jealousy burning in her heart, along with the frustration from the three-day agreement, Han Xuejin finally reached her breaking point. During this intense round of dual cultivation, she went even further than before. She had Zhu Changxuan try some of the more embarrassing techniques from the secret manual, the ones that Zhu Changxuan had always been too shy to attempt.

After everything settled, Zhu Changxuan realized something shocking. Her cultivation, which had just reached the early Nascent Soul stage, was already showing signs of advancing to the middle stage.

Most cultivators gained strength through difficult trials and battles. But her progress seemed to come from something entirely different.

With no words to express her feelings, Zhu Changxuan could only bury her red face into Han Xuejin’s soft, sweet-scented embrace, overwhelmed by both shame and disbelief.

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