Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Don’t... carry it all by yourself..."

Mu Chen’s lips twitched slightly. His dull, lifeless eyes slowly closed, and his entire body went limp, collapsing into Chu Aoqing’s arms. This time, he had truly fallen asleep. He was peaceful in his slumber, as if influenced by Chu Aoqing’s words. The perpetual frown on his brow finally eased. He was so tired, so very tired...

This was one of the few peaceful nights Mu Chen had experienced since he began his Cultivation. He had originally planned to enter the Eternal Holy Domain and use Meditation to recover his strength, but the toll of the past two months was simply too great. His energy and stamina were completely overloaded. After all... Meditation couldn’t fully alleviate mental fatigue.

The accumulation of two months of relentless, sleepless Cultivation had brought about a qualitative leap in Mu Chen’s Martial Arts Realm. He was now a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. Not only that, but the depletion of his Flame Dragon Blood and Dragon Soul Pills also indicated that his physical strength was infinitely close to the Venerable Realm. A Seventh-Ring Martial Sect possessing the physical fortitude of a Venerable Realm expert... the very thought was terrifying.

Inside the room, Mu Junwu and Chu Aoqing sat on either side of the bed, watching Mu Chen’s steady breathing with heartache in their eyes. Having spent two months with him, the more time they shared, the more they were drawn to everything about him. His strength, his cheerfulness, his diligence, his mature and steady nature, and even the way he looked when he was focused—all of it was now deeply etched into their hearts, impossible to erase.

Her jade-green eyes locked onto Mu Chen’s handsome, pale face as Mu Junwu said, "Time flies. It’s already been two months."

Traces of tears still clung to the corners of Chu Aoqing’s eyes. Her red eyes were misty as she offered a small smile. "Yeah. In just two months, he’s advanced from a First-Ring Martial Sect to a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. It’s unbelievable just thinking about it."

Mu Junwu blinked, a calculating look in her eyes. "What’s truly unbelievable is the capacity of his Dantian. According to Mu Chen’s description, the Cultivation speed in the Eternal Holy Domain is eighty times that of the Outer Realm. One month here is equivalent to a full six years of Cultivation outside. Taking six years to reach the Seventh-Ring Martial Sect is actually very, very slow for an ordinary martial artist. I can’t imagine what state he’d be in now if he hadn’t entered Holy Tomb Mountain. He’d probably still be stuck at the Second-Ring Martial Sect realm."

Chu Aoqing started, then nodded. "You have a point. Nine Dantians... Sigh... I have no idea why a monster like him would appear on the Extreme Martial Continent."

Mu Junwu smiled sweetly. "And it’s a monster like that who has our dear Qing’Er so smitten she can’t even tell which way is up."

At these words, Chu Aoqing’s face flushed. She whispered, "Sister Jun Wu, you just love to tease me. But... lately, I feel like I’ve noticed a big change in the way you look at Mu Chen... It’s like... like..."

Mu Junwu, however, looked perfectly composed. "Like what?"

Chu Aoqing pressed her lips together, her red eyes meeting Mu Junwu’s jade-green ones. "Like you’re looking at him more and more like a wife looking at her husband."

Chu Aoqing’s stare made Mu Junwu flustered. She glanced away. "Well, he is... uh... Do you even know what a wife’s gaze looks like?"

Hearing Chu Aoqing’s words, Mu Junwu almost blurted out that he *was* her husband, but she forcefully held herself back, redirecting the question instead.

Chu Aoqing said with certainty, "Of course I do. Because your gaze is exactly the same as my mother’s when she looks at my father."

"Is that so?" This time, Mu Junwu didn’t refute it. Instead, she looked at Mu Chen in silence, then smiled sweetly. "Then what would you do if I really did have those kinds of feelings for him?"

"What would I do?" Chu Aoqing had never really considered it. But over this period of time, she had clearly noticed the daily changes in the way Mu Junwu looked at Mu Chen, and she didn’t feel the slightest bit of resentment. On the contrary, she felt that if Jun Wu could be with Mu Chen, it would be a huge help to him; at the very least, she would be a truly supportive partner. But thinking that, what about her own situation? Sighing, Chu Aoqing said, "I don’t know."

Mu Junwu chuckled softly and shook her head. "’I don’t know’ is a rather vague answer. Besides, it’s just our own wishful thinking. After spending so much time with him, you must have noticed he’s an incredibly dense guy. He’s completely failed to realize that the way we look at him is different from how others do."

Hearing the word "we," Chu Aoqing confirmed her suspicions. Mu Junwu had probably also fallen for this junior, who was a few years younger than them. But surprisingly, after getting this answer, she didn’t feel much jealousy. "I heard he has two other beloved companions. He loves them very much."

Mu Junwu nodded, her expression strange. "Mu Bingling and Xuan Moqing. Both are rare, peerless beauties. Mu Bingling is devastatingly gorgeous, an ice beauty; I still remember her elegance vividly. Xuan Moqing is gentle and virtuous, poised and generous, with the air of a well-bred lady. And now there’s also the noble, elegant, and fiery Chu Aoqing. Even I have to admit, that guy’s luck with women is just too good."

Hearing this, how could Chu Aoqing not know Mu Junwu was teasing her? She immediately shot back, "Hehe... Don’t forget there’s also a Mu Junwu, who is as brilliant as she is beautiful."

"You’re just determined to drag me onto this pirate ship with you," Mu Junwu said, exasperated. Her pout-turned-smile revealed an indescribable charm.

Even Chu Aoqing was mesmerized by this expression. But just for a moment, she returned her gaze to Mu Chen. She reached out with a slender finger to smooth the long hair on his forehead and said gently, "Whether you get on this pirate ship or not, Sister Jun Wu, I can’t get off it. I’ve said it before: the moment I, Chu Aoqing, put on a dress, it meant my heart had already been captured by someone. And that person is him."

Mu Junwu watched with some surprise at this emotion Chu Aoqing had never shown before. After spending so much time together, she had come to know Chu Aoqing very well. This woman was vastly different from others. Her emotions were direct and decisive. Once she met the person she had been waiting for, she would never give up, no matter the obstacles. She was the type of person who never looked back once her mind was made up.

"But he already has two companions. Don’t you mind?" Mu Junwu asked.

"Why should I mind?" Chu Aoqing smiled faintly. "Everything about him means he is destined not to belong to just one person. Besides, I know he would never let anyone who loves him be wronged. Not a single one."

Hearing this, Mu Junwu quickly masked the shock in her eyes, but her heart was pounding. ’I know that in looks, wisdom, or even strength, I can surpass Chu Aoqing, Mu Bingling, and Xuan Moqing. But I’ve still lost. I’ve lost in terms of willpower, lost in my heart.’ A flicker of apology appeared in Mu Junwu’s eyes—an apology to Mu Chen. ’After all, I am his true wife, his fiancée! Since I’ve already waited twenty-three years for him, how can I lose to these younger sisters who came after me?’

Taking a deep breath, Mu Junwu closed her jade-green eyes for a moment, then said, "I’m not getting any younger. Since you can’t get off the ship, let me be a little crazy for once, too."

"But... why?" Chu Aoqing was stunned. In her eyes, someone like Mu Junwu was more than good enough to marry even Qin Shang, the man known as the number one young master of the Nine Hidden Families.

"You want to know?" Mu Junwu smiled faintly, deciding it would be better to share some of her secrets with Chu Aoqing. "It’s actually very simple. Because from the day I was born, I was destined to be his wife and his alone. Other men don’t even have the chance to get within three meters of me."

"Huh? Sister Jun Wu... you... what are you saying? What’s going on?"

It was no wonder Chu Aoqing was so shocked. She knew that Mu Junwu had met Mu Chen for the first time at the Empire’s tournament three months ago. Before that, Mu Junwu didn’t know Mu Chen at all, and likewise, Mu Chen didn’t know Mu Junwu in the slightest before entering the Eternal Holy Domain. How could this be so sudden? But Mu Junwu clearly wouldn’t joke about something like this. So what was the basis for her claim?

Seeing her reaction, Mu Junwu gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Actually, before Mu Chen came to the Eternal Holy Domain, I didn’t know he was the one I was waiting for either. I only found out after we entered the Ten-Color Lotus together that day. Because after you and I collapsed from exhaustion, he actually put his arms around both of us and jumped out of the Ten-Color Lotus. Perhaps that all seemed normal to you. But for me, it was the first time in my entire life that I had been touched by a member of the opposite sex."

"The very first time? Wait, what about your father?" Chu Aoqing said in surprise. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had misspoken.

A look of deep pain and shame suddenly flashed in Mu Junwu’s eyes. She smiled bitterly. "When my mother was pregnant with me, my father left the family for a mission. By the time he returned, I had already left the family and come here. The next time I heard news of him, it was that he had passed away. I was fourteen that year."

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know." Chu Aoqing fell silent, feeling apologetic.

Mu Junwu didn’t seem to mind. She waved her hand. "It was a long time ago. Actually, even if my father had returned before then, he wouldn’t have been able to touch me. Because on the day I was born, my grandfather sealed the Holy Puppet Mo’er inside my body. So, aside from a long-lost fiancé, any male who comes within three meters of me will be attacked indiscriminately by Holy Puppet Mo’er. It doesn’t matter who it is, not even Lord Dilaka. This is also why I came to manage the Eternal Holy Domain—because only here can I avoid contact with men. It would be troublesome at the academy. By the way, even Lord Dilaka would have a hard time defeating Mo’er. So, Lord Dilaka usually keeps his distance from me, too. But look now."

As she spoke, Mu Junwu placed her hand directly on the back of Mu Chen’s and gently held it. "Even when I touch him like this, Mo’er doesn’t react at all. This can only mean one thing."

"I... can’t get off this ship either."

(Don’t be confused, everyone. Mu Junwu isn’t a female lead who just dropped out of the sky; she really is Mu Chen’s true fiancée. Since this involves Mu Chen’s family background, Sui Feng won’t explain it for now. It will be revealed later. Hehehehe! By the way, Sui Feng didn’t sleep at all last night and is super tired, so my writing efficiency is extremely low. There will most likely only be one Chapter today, though a second one isn’t out of the question. I suggest everyone wait until tomorrow morning to read the next Chapter.)