Chapter 119.2 : Luo Huangjun, the Broad-Minded (Part 2)
Luo Huangjun was not foolish—on the contrary, she was extremely perceptive.
Once she understood what had happened, and connected it with the strange number that appeared after Shui Qianrou's name, she quickly locked onto the truth.
[Dantai Jinglian]: How boring!
[Shui Qianrou (18)]: Senior Sister, it was me. I'm sorry—I've let you down. If you're angry…
Seeing Shui Qianrou's message, Luo Huangjun's expression showed little change.
[Luo Huangjun]: There's no need to say more, Junior Sister. We've known each other for so long—do you really not understand my temperament? Or do you see me as some authoritarian, domineering person, narrow-minded and incapable of tolerating others?
[Luo Huangjun]: I've long known of your feelings for Xiao Chu. Revealing the news of my seclusion already carried some intention of bringing the two of you together. What surprises me is that after all these days, you were the only one who actually took action. Where were the rest of you?
At this point, all the women in the group were dumbfounded—even Dantai Jinglian was stunned by Luo Huangjun's words.
It was true that Luo Huangjun was not the domineering, tyrannical type—but she was also certainly not someone who would casually share the man she cherished.
In their view, once Luo Huangjun learned what had transpired over the past few days, even if she didn't erupt in fury, she should at least feel anger or resentment.
Yet now, it seemed that while she was angry, her anger wasn't directed at what they had done—but rather at how little they had done, a kind of frustration born of disappointment in their lack of initiative.
They were deeply curious: what exactly had caused such a shift in Luo Huangjun's thinking?
[Dantai Jinglian]: Junior Sister… you?
[Luo Huangjun]: We've all spent some time together now, so I'll speak plainly. I did once have the thought of keeping Xiao Chu entirely to myself—but that idea was unrealistic.
[Luo Huangjun]: With the existence of the diary replicas, countless people are destined to set their sights on Xiao Chu. I can't bind him to my side at all times—there will always be moments of neglect. Moreover, when it comes to Xiao Chu, I simply can't bring myself to restrict him.
[Luo Huangjun]: Rather than waiting for him to leave Taihuang someday and allowing unknown individuals with unclear intentions to seize their chance, it's better to let you all secure an important place in his heart now, while he's still here.
[Luo Huangjun]: Do you understand what I mean?
[Shui Qianrou (18)]: Understood. Senior Sister is broad-minded and farsighted—this junior sister admires you!
[Su Lingyuan]: Understood. Master is broad-minded and farsighted—this disciple admires you!
[Lu Fuyao]: Understood. Martial Aunt is broad-minded and farsighted…
Watching the group chat once again devolve into synchronized repetition, Luo Huangjun couldn't quite describe what she was feeling.
Naturally, she wasn't as magnanimous and righteous as the others claimed.
This was simply a choice born of careful consideration—and helplessness.
Rather than watching helplessly as Chu Ge accumulated one unknown woman after another in the future, each with unclear origins and intentions…
She would rather let the people she already knew seize the initiative now.
At least this way, they wouldn't forget her goodwill in the future.
When the time came for these women to form a collective—combined with the fact that they had established close ties with Chu Ge from very early on—they would naturally hold a dominant position by his side, rather than being overshadowed by latecomers.
Of course, Luo Huangjun still felt a faint sense of loss over the fact that Chu Ge's "first" had already been taken by someone else.
But there was nothing to be done.
For now, she still couldn't give herself to Chu Ge completely.
The gap in cultivation between master and disciple was simply too great.
Even back when she was at the Eighth Heaven Realm, had she voluntarily climbed onto Chu Ge's bed and allowed him to do as he pleased—no matter how he struggled or tried—at best, it would have amounted to little more than scratching an itch through a boot.
After all, once an Eighth Heaven cultivator passed the Heavenly Passage Tribulation, spirit and flesh fused into perfect unity—without flaw or leakage.
The physical body, tempered by heavenly tribulation, underwent an explosive leap in strength. Even great experts exhausting all their power could scarcely injure it.
No matter how monstrous Chu Ge's talent might be, he was still no match for such great beings—naturally unable to breach even her weakest point of defense.
Let alone now, when she had already stepped into the Ninth Heaven Realm and crossed the Tribulation of Creation.
Even at this very moment, Luo Huangjun could clearly sense herself continuing to transform.
Her soul, body, spiritual power—every aspect was climbing toward an even higher level.
If Chu Ge wished to pierce her defenses, he would have no choice but to cultivate diligently for some time yet.
Otherwise, no matter how many skills he possessed, when it came to Luo Huangjun—there would be nowhere for him to use them.