The moment Lily Quin's name left my lips, I felt the atmosphere around me shift like a blade sliding from its sheath.

And as I had expected, by repeating that woman's name several times and instructing the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect to send this message to her, I naturally sent the fluctuations of my intent toward the Heaven's Will.

It is natural that when a so-called heroine or son of heaven is favored by the heavens, they receive protection in unique ways—like being warned of danger before it can take root.

The same applied to me.

The moment I directed clear hostility and killing intent toward that woman, Heaven used a loophole to draw her eyes to this place… and finally onto me.

A mechanism of its will—one I intended to use in my favor, if only to rile the heroine a little.

After all, if she once treated me—my past self—as nothing more than a stepping stone to ascend to the Upper Realm, then it's only fitting I drag her back down into the dirt.

And if I couldn't, then at the very least I would show her a scene she could never forget… one that might leave a far deeper impression than she ever left on me.

And to confirm my doubt that she will definitely make a move after the scene I created due to the coincidence created by the heaven, the system's window just confirmed it.

[System Notification: Your actions are currently being observed by an Upper Realm Entity.]

[Warning: Observation may influence fate threads.]

Ah.

So she finally decided to peek in.

With a snap of the finger I changed the scene.

The ship vanished and I was again on the land with my wives around to give a better open area for that woman to see the live telecast of what I think about her.

After all, As per the novel, she is a tragic heroine who sacrificed love for a better cause.

Then shouldn't she know what that love of hers think about that sacrifice of hers and her?

The corner of my lips curled into a smirk, sharp and deliberate.

My wives saw only the expression they thought was meant for them, but deep down, I just couldn't help but imagine the expression of that woman who might have already expecting me to die somewhere, now observing with that hypocritical plot armor she had as if she achieved something for a better cause.

And to initiate the clear drama, I looked towards the sky, eyes closed as if remembering some kind of deep-rooted past, as called the name.

As I needed to act as natural as possible, even if it means to slightly offend my wives as I muttered. "Lily Quin."

The crushing aura I'd unconsciously released dissipated, but something far more dangerous had taken its place—the razor-sharp attention of three women who knew that name all too well.

Feng's hand tightened on my arm as she closed, her ice-blue eyes searching my face with an intensity that could have frozen molten steel.

Mei's vines, which had been creating elegant patterns in the air, went completely still—always a sign that her emotions were running deeper than her usual playful demeanor suggested.

And Yue... my fierce bronze-skinned archer had gone completely silent, which was somehow more unnerving than if she'd started shooting arrows.

"Your concubine," Feng repeated, her voice carefully neutral in that way that meant she was thinking far too hard about something. "The one who... who left before we met you?"

I could practically hear the gears turning in all three of their minds.

Here they were, basking in the afterglow of our cosmic triumph, our bonds stronger than ever, our bodies still marked with the evidence of our passion—and I'd just brought up the one woman in my past who had the power to make them all feel like substitutes.

The silence stretched between us, pregnant with questions none of them quite dared to ask.

Below us, Zhang Wuji was efficiently organizing our new followers, but I could sense his tactical awareness picking up the sudden tension among his leadership.

Even the recently surrendered cultivators seemed to shrink back, recognizing the dangerous shift in energy.

"Husband," Mei said finally, her voice smaller than I'd heard since our first night together. "Are you... do you miss her?"

There it was.

The question that could shatter everything we'd built or forge our bonds even stronger.

I could see the vulnerability in her dark eyes, the way her fingers twisted nervously among her vines.

This wasn't jealousy born of insecurity—this was the fear of a woman who'd given everything to someone who might still be holding pieces of his heart for another.

Yue crossed her arms, trying to project her usual confidence, but I caught the slight tremor in her hands. "She ascended to the higher realms, right? Left you behind to chase power. Doesn't sound like much of a loss to me."

But Feng—my brilliant ice queen who analyzed everything—was studying me with those pale blue eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul. "You mentioned her name in connection with the Draconic Spiritual Vine. She's not just a memory, is she? She's still... relevant to whatever's happening now."

Smart.

Too smart.

But that was one of the things I loved about Feng—that mind of hers that could cut through emotional chaos to find the tactical reality beneath.

I let my gaze move slowly from one wife to another, taking in their expressions, their body language, the way they were all trying so hard to appear unaffected while their hearts were clearly racing.

These magnificent women were forgetting how much I become of an animal the moment they strip, and were worried about a ghost from my past.

It would have been funny if it weren't so endearing.

"Miss her?" I repeated, my voice carrying a note of dark amusement that made all three of them blink in surprise. "You're asking the wrong question, my beautiful empresses."

I paused, letting the moment stretch, my fingers tracing the elegant line of Feng's jaw while my arm tightened around Mei's waist, pulling her soft, curvy warmth flush against me.

Her full breasts pressed into my side, nipples still faintly hard from our earlier exertions, and I could feel the subtle tremor running through her vines—part anxiety, part that lingering heat she always carried for me.

Yue stood a step away, arms crossed over her small, firm tits, trying to look unaffected, but her green eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside.

"Miss her?" I repeated, my voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble that made all three of them lean in despite themselves. "My loves, if I missed that worthless whore, I'd have chased her skank ass to the upper realms by now. But let me make this crystal clear—Lily Quin isn't worth the dirt under your feet. She's not a memory I cherish; she's a lesson in betrayal, a reminder of what happens when you trust a loose-cunted bitch who spreads her legs for power instead of loyalty."

Rumble~

'Hm... it's her, haha.' As I heard the clouds suddenly thundering and clearly the black clouds returning, I realized she was clearly listening to my message and was even giving live reaction on it.

Good.

Let her hear it.

Let her tremble in whatever gilded cage she'd fucked her way into.

Naturally, there are two ways through which one can screw someone.

First is using their dick and the second is using their mouth.

Before dick comes I will screw her using my mouth—that way she will be wet when dick's chance comes.

Yue's lips twitched first, a spark of fierce satisfaction igniting in her eyes. "Tell us more, husband. Don't hold back on our account."

Mei pressed closer, her hand sliding up my chest, fingers tracing the muscles she'd worshipped so thoroughly just hours ago. "Yes... we've heard the stories, but we want your truth."

Feng didn't pull away from my touch; if anything, she leaned into it, her massive tits rising with a deep breath, nipples poking through the thin silk of her robes like they remembered my mouth on them. "Speak freely, Tianlong. If she's a threat to us, we need to know everything."

I laughed, dark and genuine, pulling all three of them closer until we were a tangle of bodies and shared heat—It felt nice to see how they were helping me, even though it appeared all three of them had different intentions about knowing that woman.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat, letting my skilled mouth do its trick Making sure everyone hears it, loud and clear.

"A threat? That cum-dumpster? Oh, my empresses, Lily Quin was never more than a convenient hole with ambitions bigger than her brain. You want the truth? Fine."

I turned my face Placing my forehead on her to console and also relay my message loud and clear that daughter of heaven before Separating my forehead before looked above as if my eyes meeting something invisible, narrowed gait, lifted my hand middle finger up in the air with a grin as I said.

"Lily Quin, you loose-pussied slut—did you really think I'd pine for your saggy, overused cunt after you spread it for every sect elder with a promise of power? That sloppy hole of yours was like fucking a wet sock—stretched out from all those 'necessary sacrifices' you made on your knees. Remember how you'd moan like a cheap whore when I bothered to touch you? Fake as your loyalty, you backstabbing bitch. You weren't tight; you were a cavern, echoing with the cum of every man you tricked into thinking you were worth something—"

'Shit!' But before completion of my word I suddenly felt a sharp killing intent and a sword hurled from the heaven above, tearing through the clouds, rushing towards me with a speed it arrived an inch away from my eyelid, speed already crossed my response time.

SCHHRNNNCHH!

"H-HUSBAND—!?!"

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