My Wife is A Sword God

As a Warrior, no one knows better than Liu Jianli how harmful it is to separate the soul from the body.

Generally speaking, if a Warrior’s soul is separated from the body for a day, there is a high probability that it will not be able to return to the body.

Even if the Literature Saint Dao Lineage specializes in the Divine Sea, and their soul far surpasses ordinary people, what concept is it to be separated for a year?

Moreover, this is not even in a safe situation; it involves the soul entering the netherworld—the rumored land of life and death!

This act was clearly the same as committing suicide! 

“I disagree!” Cang Feilan’s frowned, and her pale blue eyes stared sharply at Qin Feng, her tone was cold and even a bit sharp.

Anya stood by, covering her mouth with her right hand, her eyes were red covered with mist.

Compared to the two of them, Liu Jianli appeared much calmer, but under the white long sleeves, the tightly clenched soft branches expressed her current mood.

She looked up at Qin Feng and asked lightly, “Is it necessary to go?”

“What if we insist that you not go?” Liu Jianli’s vermilion lips parted slightly, her words already carrying a hint of threat.

The sword box beside her trembled, and both the Purple Thunder Divine Sword and the Cold Water Sword emitted a clear sword hum.

Cang Feilan and Anya on the side also made their moves. Dragon energy surrounded Cang Feilan, emitting an imposing dragon’s roar.

Anya’s Primordial Immortal Qi hovered around her palms, her eyes shining brightly, obviously preparing to use some Immortal Technique.

“I must go.”

With these words, the expressions of the three changed.

Anya acted first, her surging Primordial Immortal Qi turned into scrolls with golden characters dancing on them, then like chains, wrapped around Qin Feng.

This was an Immortal Technique—the Golden Seal Scroll!

Qin Feng waved his right hand, and the Yin Yang Dao manifested, swallowing the Golden Seal Scroll in the blink of an eye.

As one wave subsided, another rose again. Cang Feilan had somehow come behind him, silver dragon scales appeared on her fair lotus arms and dragon energy turning into a rainbow as if to bind him.

Qin Feng didn’t look back. A white light shone beneath his feet, and a formation instantly took shape.

In the blink of an eye, he switched positions with Cang Feilan and dodged her attack.

Liu Jianli made her move and enveloped the room in a domain of swords and the powerful Vigor Qi pressed down like a collapsing mountain.

Qin Feng lowered his shoulders slightly in surprise, looking at Liu Jianli. With such strength, she truly deserved to be called the youngest Sword God in history.

Clang!

Two divine swords were unsheathed simultaneously, shooting towards Qin Feng like lightning.

These two swords naturally weren’t meant to harm him; they were simply meant to restrain his movements, to make him subject to their control.

Cang Feilan and Anya knew the strength of Sister Jianli’s swordsmanship. Even though their husband was also a second-tier expert, he should not have been able to match Sister Jianli.

But the next scene made their beautiful eyes widen involuntarily.

Qin Feng tightly pinched the two swords between his fingers, rendering them unable to move forward even a fraction.

“Wives, that’s enough,” he sighed helplessly.

Liu Jianli stood up with a complex expression.

With a “swoosh,” the two divine swords returned to their scabbards, as if the previous commotion had never happened.

“Husband, how many life-threatening crises have you experienced to gain your current strength?”

Thinking back to the first time they met, he was just a weak scholar who had recently entered the Literature Saint lineage.

But in just a few short years, he was able to easily block the attacks of three people with remarkable ease.

Cang Feilan and Anya were also moved by her words.

Every Time whenever they faced danger, there was always a familiar figure steadfastly standing in front of them.

“Since it’s a danger that affects the Three Realms, it naturally requires people from the Three Realms to face it together.” 

“The Immortal Realm has the Heavenly Emperor, the Netherworld Realm has the Ghost Lord, and the Divine Guardian is still in Imperial City. Even so, can’t they deal with the crisis a year from now?” Cang Feilan said.

Anya also spoke up, “If that existence has been suppressed for thousands of years, perhaps its strength is no longer what it used to be. Even if it breaks free from its seal and returns to the world, it may not necessarily be able to deal with the beings of the Three Realms. Husband, you don’t have to do this.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Qin Feng raised his hand to interrupt her. They hadn’t seen the image displayed at the top of the Heavenly Tower, so they naturally didn’t know how terrifying the primal essence of the Heavenly Dao was.

Qin Feng didn’t explain much more. Instead, he gestured for his three wives to sit down, and then they reminisced about the past.

The scenes of their first meeting.

The tender moments they shared.

The emotions they poured out to each other.

Even though so much time had passed, it all seemed vividly present.

As their conversation ended, none of the three wives spoke. Qin Feng knew that they were also immersed in the beauty of the past and couldn’t help themselves, but only this way could they diminish the pain of the impending separation.

Who knew—

Liu Jianli said lightly, “It turns out that so many things happened between you, Feilan and Anya that I didn’t know about.” 

Cang Feilan said coldly, “During the time I was away, you and Sister Jianli were having such a sweet time.”

Anya’s expression was indifferent. Hearing those sweet words that had nothing to do with her, she also felt a bit uncomfortable.

Qin Feng looked dumbfounded. Wait, are you guys focusing on the wrong thing here?

Aren’t you moved by these memories?

The night was deep, and Qin Feng looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window, feeling a mix of emotions.

After tonight, he would be heading to the Netherworld’s Yellow Springs, unsure of what the future held.

What puzzled him, however, was that after parting with his three wives during the day, he hadn’t seen them again. Could it be that they were still angry because of those memories?

A woman’s heart is truly hard to fathom. Qin Feng shook his head helplessly.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open. Qin Feng glanced over, calculating the time, it should be Cang Feilan’s turn tonight.

But when he saw the three figures at the door and the medicine in Liu Jianli’s hand, he was completely stunned.

Especially seeing the flushed faces of his three wives in the firelight.

Could it be…

Qin Feng swallowed hard, feeling extremely nervous.

“Wives, what’s this…”

“Husband, it’s time to take your medicine.”

Even though Lu Bu had unmatched prowess, he still couldn’t withstand being besieged by the Three Heroes.

Moreover, Qin Feng’s strength was far from reaching Lu Bu’s level, so it was reasonable for him to be defeated. He only regretted that he couldn’t be like Zhao Yun at Changbanpo, entering and exiting seven times.

But he also felt fortunate that in the four-way battle, they all adhered to a certain limit and did not really harm each other.

This battle of gold and iron continued until late into the night before finally stopping.

The moonlight outside shone through the window crack and fell on the bedside.

Qin Feng’s fatigue vanished instantly. He slowly opened his eyes and nodded to the Seven-Colored Horned White Deer, expressing his gratitude.

Then, his Divine Sea surged, his soul leaving his body and forming a shadow by the bed.

He looked at the three wives affectionately, with a warm smile on his face. 

“I have to go.”

“I’m really happy to have met you guys and gotten to know each other.”

As his words fell, he waved his right hand, opening the passage to the Netherworld. Then, a black hand suddenly reached out, grabbing his soul and pulling it into the Netherworld, and disappeared in an instant.

Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan opened their eyes at the same time and their eyes were red.

Only Anya, exhausted, still lay on the bed, breathing lightly.