Chapter 811: When Yangyang Dominates the Body

Chapter 811: When Yangyang Rules the Body

In truth, this outcome was largely within Ye Jiuyou’s expectations.

She had invited Zhao Changhe here, and amid the probing, there was genuine intent to cooperate. If she confirmed that Zhao Changhe truly meant to deal with Ye Wuming, then naturally they could work together.

Piaomiao was the fourth-ranked Demon God, formidable and no weaker than herself, and bore a blood-debt grudge against Ye Wuming. She was a crucial ally for Ye Jiuyou in her fight against Ye Wuming. If Zhao Changhe really intended to oppose Ye Wuming, he would certainly avoid a direct conflict with Piaomiao and instead seek a win-win outcome.

Originally, before this meeting, Zhao Changhe had already asked her how to separate Piaomiao and Cui Yuanyang into two individuals. The conversation now remained the same; it could only be said that Zhao Changhe’s thoughts were consistent, which pleased Ye Jiuyou greatly.

Ye Jiuyou only wanted this result. As for whether Piaomiao had been lightly touched by a man, what did she care? If she had been, it would be even more amusing.

See how aloof you were. When I asked whether you’d choose your dignity or your purity, what did you say? Do you still say it now? Can you still say it?

The embrace over there was so fervent, so intense that both parties wished they could meld into each other. Zhao Changhe was slightly better, at least mindful that Ye Jiuyou was watching from a nearby hilltop, so his movements were restrained; Cui Yuanyang, however, was utterly lost in the moment, her small hands already beginning to tear at her husband’s clothes, as if she wanted to give herself to him right then and there.

Ye Jiuyou could fully imagine how Piaomiao was rolling her eyes in the sea of consciousness—half from anger, half from pleasure.

She understood that the young couple, reunited after a long separation and having just endured a calamity, might be a bit excited, but Piaomiao never expected Cui Yuanyang to be so shameless. Here, with essentially two people watching, how dare she? Was this the upbringing of a noble family from this era?

In this state of fully conscious shared perception, being kissed and caressed was exactly like being kissed and caressed herself. Piaomiao, with a slightly clearer mind, instinctively wanted to seize back control of the body, unwilling to let Cui Yuanyang continue to defile it any longer, lest the two of them end up doing it right there.

Just as she was about to reclaim control of the body, Cui Yuanyang stopped, panting heavily: “Brother Zhao, I’m cold…”

Piaomiao: “…”

How much hotter did you want it?

Then Zhao Changhe said softly, “This is the chilling stillness within the Nine Nether aura field, along with mental suppression. Let me help you resist it.”

Oh, so that’s what she meant… Piaomiao felt herself getting a bit hot; where had her mind wandered? She quickly called out to Cui Yuanyang in the sea of consciousness: “No need for his help. I’ve already restored this body’s cultivation quite well; you just haven’t gotten used to using it. I’ll help you familiarize yourself with the body, and you can resist it on your own. As for the mental suppression, with me here, what’s a little overflow from the Nine Nether aura…”

Hurry up and resist it yourself, get down to business, or else who knows how you two will rub together for warmth.

Cui Yuanyang shook her arm, spinning it like a windmill several times, somewhat delighted: “Brother Zhao, I feel like I’m very strong.”

Zhao Changhe held her as he sat down, kissing her flushed little face: “In her past life, Piaomiao was a spirit entity, not focused on the body but on the soul. This body, no matter how strong, is merely a direct accumulation of absorbed energy, not the best cultivation. Once you’re separated, you’ll still need to train it yourself.”

Cui Yuanyang giggled: “Brother Zhao means you look down on Sister Piaomiao’s strength.”

“I didn’t say that. Her soul is so powerful that I’m truly no match for it at the moment…”

“Meaning her body is fragile.”

“The body is my Yangyang’s, after all. I like that Yangyang’s body is fragile.”

“Hehe, where do you like Yangyang to be fragile?”

Zhao Changhe just laughed: “Little one, you’re getting more and more mischievous.”

Cui Yuanyang twisted her body: “I’m your legally wedded wife; how is marital intimacy mischievous? I’m not mischievous with anyone else…”

Piaomiao couldn’t take it anymore and snapped: “You want to say a few words to him, and this is what you come up with—such boring, meaningless chatter?”

“How is this boring?” Cui Yuanyang retorted with righteous indignation: “Sister, once you have a beloved in the future, you’ll understand. Such words can be spoken for a lifetime and never grow tiresome!”

Piaomiao fumed: “If you can say them for a lifetime, then say them later. Focus on the important matters now.”

“Oh, important matters…” Cui Yuanyang puffed out her cheeks and asked Zhao Changhe: “Brother Zhao, with this cultivation now, can I stay young forever?”

Piaomiao nearly spat blood. You call that an important matter?

Zhao Changhe leaned back and studied her.

Cui Yuanyang’s originally baby-faced roundness had already faded by the time they married, becoming a standard oval-faced little beauty. Due to long-term martial arts training and horse-riding hunts, she disliked the gentle, refined demeanor of noble ladies, eventually developing long legs, a slender waist, and a spirited air—a veritable second-generation Yue Hongling. But after Piaomiao’s meddling, somehow she seemed to have reverted, her face regaining a bit of baby-fat roundness, becoming cute again.

Zhao Changhe scratched his head in bewilderment. It was said that cultivation could preserve youth forever, but no one mentioned reverse aging.

Cui Yuanyang said, “When I was asleep, Sister Piaomiao forged this body, reading my most desired appearance, and adjusted it slightly back.”

Zhao Changhe was taken aback, then pinched Cui Yuanyang’s little face without speaking.

He vaguely remembered her once saying that she cultivated only to maintain the appearance Brother Zhao liked. What she wanted most wasn’t her own youthfulness, but what she believed her husband liked, and that this form of Cui Yuanyang was the one with the deepest memories between them.

It wasn’t baby fat; it was the little girl’s deep affection, forever frozen there.

“Silly girl…” Zhao Changhe pulled the little girl’s head into his embrace and whispered, “No matter what form Yangyang takes, Brother Zhao will love her. Why do this?”

Cui Yuanyang buried her face in his chest: “Because then Brother Zhao will always have a cute wife by his side and won’t go looking for little girls outside. I’m not deliberately jealous…”

Zhao Changhe found the last remark, with its hint of tea-like coquettishness, particularly amusing. So, as long as the person was cute, even the tea smelled sweet.

He couldn’t help but lower his head to seek her lips again, and soon they were once more locked in an embrace.

Piaomiao felt that if she had a body, her hair would be standing on end by now. I shouldn’t have adjusted this body back; I should have aged her by seventy or eighty years, just to see how you two would carry on!

Cui Yuanyang, on the other hand, felt a sudden gratitude toward Piaomiao. It wasn’t just about becoming two or three years younger; more importantly, this separation made her feel that Brother Zhao truly loved her.

Before this, she hadn’t been so confident. Between them, it had always been her chasing after Zhao Changhe… She always felt that Zhao Changhe treated her like a little sister, and their marriage was more about fulfilling a promise and stabilizing Qinghe. He talked more with her father than with her.

But at this moment, she could truly feel her husband’s affection, and it was definitely not that of a sister.

Thus, her heart grew more at peace, and the anxiety of an uncertain fate and an uncontrollable body vanished. The desire to cling and be affectionate also faded considerably. Cui Yuanyang gently pushed against Zhao Changhe’s chest and said softly, “Brother Zhao, don’t worry about me. Sister Piaomiao is a good person, and she’s very pitiful. I’m willing to share this body with her. Don’t be angry with her. I believe you’ll find a way to separate us, and I’ll wait patiently.”

Zhao Changhe said, “You can first write a letter home to your father to let him know you’re safe, so he won’t worry. I’ll figure out the rest… Ah, by the way, since Piaomiao has mostly recovered now, why are you still hiding here in the Nine Nether? You could go home. Then come back to the capital with me, and we can brainstorm together.”

Cui Yuanyang replied, “Sister Piaomiao isn’t hiding here; she’s here to join Sister Jiuyou in fighting a bad woman.”

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh: “You call Jiuyou ‘sister’ and that woman ‘bad woman’?”

“Isn’t that right? You seem to hate that bad woman too. I heard you muttering to yourself by the medicine pool.” Cui Yuanyang added, “But I did say one thing wrong. Jiuyou isn’t a sister; she’s a little sister.”

Ye Jiuyou: “?”

How did this gossip land on me? We’re two eras apart in age, and you call me little sister?

Cui Yuanyang said with righteous confidence: “I married first. No matter what, Miss Li is the younger one.”

Ye Jiuyou: “…”

Piaomiao, who had been stewing in a mess of frustration, finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a wave of satisfaction from her crown to her core.

Zhao Changhe glanced at Ye Jiuyou and lowered his voice: “This Miss Jiuyou, it’s hard to say what our relationship will be… Before I came here, I didn’t intend to fight Piaomiao, but a battle with you is necessary.”

Ye Jiuyou finally interjected: “Indeed, as per our agreement. If you can defeat me, you’ll lead our cooperation; if not, you’ll be my servant. Shall we begin now?”

Zhao Changhe withdrew his gaze: “There’s another agreement besides this one… If I can stand before you within a month, it seems you owe me something first.”

Ye Jiuyou was taken aback, and her expression turned odd.

She had almost forgotten that agreement… At the time, it was said that if he could reach here within a month, she would let him touch her again, a real touch.

These past few days of watching the drama had made her completely forget about it. Sometimes, she even found herself hoping he would overcome the difficulties and arrive sooner…

Just as Ye Jiuyou was about to say she would renege, Zhao Changhe took Cui Yuanyang’s hand and stood up: “Let’s discuss our matters later. I’m overjoyed to be reunited with Yangyang after so long, and I don’t want to do anything else for now. Yangyang and I will take a stroll around the snowy mountains. I hope you won’t spy on us, so we can enjoy our time under the moon and flowers without feeling constrained.”

Cui Yuanyang was delighted: “I’ve wanted to look around here for a while. Sister Piaomiao has been sitting still all this time, even though the surroundings are beautiful. She never wanted to take a look.”

Ye Jiuyou’s face was expressionless.

So you mean that strolling through the snowy mountains hand in hand with Cui Yuanyang is far more important than touching me, isn’t it? And you don’t want me to watch!

She said in a flat, ambiguous tone: “Snowy mountains get old after a while… Inside the mountain is my cave dwelling, complete with bed and bedding. Do you two want to use it?”

The young couple replied in unison: “Yes, thank you.”

Ye Jiuyou choked on her words, and Piaomiao nearly fainted. She frantically seized back control of the body: “Ye Jiuyou, are you doing this on purpose?”

“That’s not what I meant…” Ye Jiuyou was in the middle of defending herself when her expression turned strange as she looked at the two of them holding hands across from her. She fell silent.

Translate into English:

What he held was not Cui Yuanyang but Piaomiao.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Piaomiao stiffened her neck, looked down at their clasped hands, then raised her head to look at Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe was doing the same, and their eyes met.

Piaomiao swiftly withdrew her hand, expecting Zhao Changhe to deliberately hold on, but to her surprise he let go so quickly that she misjudged her force and staggered back half a step.

Zhao Changhe instinctively reached out to steady her, but Piaomiao adjusted her balance and jabbed a finger at his wrist.

Zhao Changhe withdrew his hand and stepped back, saying calmly, "Your divine martial arts are nothing special... Besides, if it's you, I have no desire to touch you at all. Don't flatter yourself."

Piaomiao looked at him coldly, but noticed a hint of anger in Zhao Changhe's eyes. "I only want Yangyang. Since you promised Yangyang that if we could meet within a month, you would let her control the body for a while, why did you break your word after just a moment?"

He truly didn't want to touch me, even though I wore Cui Yuanyang's appearance...

Piaomiao pursed her lips and said slowly, "Your intimacy affects me."

Zhao Changhe said coldly, "What does that have to do with us as husband and wife? It's not as if we invited you to inhabit this body. Of course, I know you are also a victim—this awakening method wasn't your choice—so you are not at fault, but neither are we. I don't wish to blame you, but you should not disturb our marital life because of your circumstances... If you don't want to be affected, I suggest you go to sleep."

Piaomiao stared fixedly into Zhao Changhe's eyes.

It was clear that Zhao Changhe was angry—he had changed from "Your Divinity" to "you," and his words were much harsher than before. If he weren't afraid that angering her might harm Cui Yuanyang, he might have said even worse things.

Sleeping was originally a solution, just like before she had awakened—let things be as they may... But now the worry was that if she fell asleep, would she be attacked and killed in that state?

Zhao Changhe seemed to know her concern and said calmly, "As for what you worry about... even if you fear that so-called ally, Lady Nine Nether, you need not worry about me, Zhao Changhe."

Ye Jiuyou let out a snicker but did not respond.

In Piaomiao's mind flashed the image of Zhao Changhe's actions she had observed these past days—the moment when, at a critical juncture of life and death, he had swapped his friend out and taken the blast himself, covered in wounds. She was silent for a long while before finally saying, "Give me a time limit."

Zhao Changhe said, "It's already evening. Give us one night."

Piaomiao knew that Zhao Changhe was barely restraining himself. This was his wife's body, which should rightfully be his wife's for as long as he wished. That he was still willing to say he would return control to her after one night was already a great compromise, born of his fear that she might harm Cui Yuanyang.

Piaomiao sighed and said softly, "Fine."

With those words, her consciousness sank away, and when it reappeared, it was Cui Yuanyang again.

Cui Yuanyang tilted her head, studying Zhao Changhe standing silently in place, and waved a hand before his eyes. "Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Changhe forced a smile and took her hand, leading her down the mountain. "I've put you through a lot."

Cui Yuanyang said, "It's nothing... Sister Piaomiao seems to trust you a lot. She actually dared to fall asleep."

Zhao Changhe was taken aback and stopped. "She actually fell asleep?"

"Mm."

"No wonder she was killed by that blind bastard in her past life... She actually dared to trust me..." Zhao Changhe shook his head. "To be honest, to save my wife, I would do anything."

Cui Yuanyang smiled gently. "You couldn't do it, Brother Zhao. Even if you could have before, once you realized she was willing to trust you, you truly could never do it again."

Zhao Changhe tapped his head in frustration.

"Let's go." Cui Yuanyang happily hugged Zhao Changhe's arm. "Now that Sister Piaomiao is asleep, we can do anything we want, you know..."

As for the so-called snow mountain stroll, they never actually took it. Cui Yuanyang had no interest in such sights; she only wanted to be close to Zhao Changhe. Rather than climb a snow mountain in the freezing cold, it was better to go to the cave dwelling, light a warm fire, and lean against each other on fragrant bedding, whispering sweet nothings.

Before, they had to worry about Piaomiao sharing their senses, but now that she was asleep, there was nothing to fear.

Ye Jiuyou reached out a hand, seemed about to speak, then lowered it again.

That's my damn bed.

Forget it. At this point, Zhao Changhe holds the leverage from the bet she lost. If he really wants to touch, what can she do? Outright reneging would affect future cooperation, so it's better to give him a little benefit first, so that when she reneges tomorrow, she'll have a clear conscience.

In Ye Jiuyou's cave dwelling, Zhao Changhe lit a campfire. On the fragrant bed, Cui Yuanyang's hair was loose, her clothes already removed, leaving only a small mandarin duck bellyband as she leaned against the headboard, her head resting on Zhao Changhe's shoulder.

Her slender hand gently brushed over Zhao Changhe's strong chest, which bore no scars.

"You... when you cut the flesh off earlier, did it hurt?"

"You saw that too?"

"Mm... From the moment you entered the Cold Serpent Abyss, we saw every image."

"I should have sensed someone spying on me... It seems it's a matter of strength. Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao are far stronger than me, so I couldn't sense them. Just like I never know if that blind bastard is watching me."

Zhao Changhe's tone carried a hint of resentment. Cui Yuanyang turned and kissed him on the ear. "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. They are the strongest ancient demon gods, and you've only been cultivating for less than three years."

"Time waits for no one... Just like your current situation, I can only blame myself for not being strong enough. Not only have I not found a solution, I don't even dare to speak harshly to Piaomiao, for fear that offending her might harm you."

"Really, don't blame Sister Piaomiao... Anyway, she can't disturb us now." Cui Yuanyang's hand slid gently downward, over his abdominal muscles. "If you're still unhappy, treat me as her and give me a good scolding..."

"Nonsense. I cherish you too much for that."

"Hehe... Your cherishing me is a lesson to her." Cui Yuanyang's hand had already reached a very dangerous place.

Zhao Changhe shuddered. "You little vixen."

Cui Yuanyang said, "You know, when I saw you covered in wounds... Ying Wu said he would find someone to dual cultivate with you, and I wished I could control my body and fly over to serve you... But I couldn't move, so I could only curl up in a corner and cry. Now that you're here..."

Zhao Changhe said softly, "It's all right. Don't you know your own husband? If I fight without getting hurt, it wouldn't be like me. That's just fate. Alright, let's not talk about this. It's unlucky to speak of injuries at a time like this..."

"Then let's look at something else..." Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip lightly, took his hand, and slipped it into her bellyband. "See, isn't it different from our wedding night? This is how I looked when I roamed the martial world with you back then... Did you want to touch me then? Actually, if you had wanted to, I... I might have been willing..."

Zhao Changhe thought that after countless battles he was no longer easily aroused, but he still found himself burning with heat from this little girl's teasing. "You little vixen, Piaomiao is asleep, but Ye Jiuyou is watching."

"Her? Let her watch. She's a concubine who came later, so consider it teaching her how to serve her husband."

"..."

Cui Yuanyang's big eyes began to grow hazy. "I've spent too little time with my husband... I don't want to care about so many things anymore—Nine Nether, Piaomiao, family teachings... I just want to seize every moment, cling to my husband, and never part again. Even if... even if you all call me shameless, I don't want to care anymore..."