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Chapter 303 Fierce Battle

In the bedroom.

Hu Jiaoniang sat cross-legged on the bed, looking incredibly well-behaved, her bright eyes scanning the crowd.

She was wearing a new set of clothes, which Mo Xinlian had taken out of her storage ring for her to change into.

Her eyes first stole a glance at Yang Silang.

The man sitting in the armchair in front of me is my own husband.

Well, he's not particularly good-looking, and his skills are rather lacking.

But just now he talked to me about Sun Wukong of Five Finger Mountain, Su Daji and Lei Zhenzi, hoping to awaken my memories.

Although it failed, it did sound familiar.

She was also a little itchy to hear it. Judging from other people's reactions, she knew it must be a good story, and she would definitely ask him to tell it to her again in the future.

The layout of Hu Jiaoniang's room looked very pleasing to the eye, just like she had lived there for a while before.

Yes, that should be correct.

This is my husband. Although he is a bit weak, I don't dislike him.

The other two young women, one older and one younger, are the apprentice and grand-apprentice.

Hu Jiaoniang didn't seem unpleasant to me. Although I had no relevant memories, the two women were very humble and sincere towards me.

It seems their identities are indeed true.

The two of them addressed themselves as "Master's Wife" and "Master's Aunt" without any hesitation or awkwardness.

This must have been said for many days; it's impossible for them to suddenly change their tune and lie.

Hu Jiaoniang thus indirectly made this judgment.

If her own identity as a teacher's wife and housewife was genuine, then the two women were naturally genuine as well.

Hu Jiaoniang looked at Mo Xinlian one last time.

Oh no, I almost made her throw up just now by calling her "sister".

Mo Xinlian is very beautiful, with nine parts mischievousness in her eyes and brows, yet also a touch of cunning and eeriness.

Both Fu and Xiao called her "Master's Wife".

She must be her husband's other woman.

Judging from her appearance and skin, she does look older than me, so it's only right that I call her "sister".

Moreover, his cultivation had reached the True Person Realm, making him similar in strength to himself.

The fact that she was willing to marry her husband shows that he must have some extraordinary qualities, which in turn confirms the relationship between herself and Yang Silang.

Hmm, but the relationship between this woman and me must be complicated.

They seem to be enemies rather than friends, and it seems to be more than just a simple rivalry over a man.

Although Hu Jiaoniang has lost her memory, her logical thinking remains.

She also possesses the innate allure of a fox demon, making even powerful figures like Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue feel as if they were running naked in front of her.

Based solely on the two women's titles, coupled with Mo Xinlian's strength, she was certain that she was Yang Silang's second wife.

Yang Silang had no idea.

Hu Jiaoniang's brainstorming session on the bed only compounded her mistakes.

He was slowly telling Hu Jiaoniang what had happened before she woke up.

"My lady..." Yang Silang coughed, "You have suffered triple injuries and must use the fire of rebirth to burn yourself to be reborn."

He briefly recounted Hu Jiaoniang's background in the palace and her true relationship with Emperor Yongchang.

How did he get injured while defending the capital, and then fall victim to the deadly attacks of the Taichu Palace and Tianyan Sect masters, before escaping to this place?

Hu Jiaoniang listened and nodded.

Yang Silang spoke very naturally and frankly, without any change in his eyes, breathing, or blood circulation, clearly indicating that it had indeed happened before.

"The problem now is..." Yang Silang frowned and said, "The essence of the phoenix can enable the demon race to be reborn and improve their physical constitution and bloodline."

"But why did you lose your memory?"

"Where did things go wrong?"

Hu Jiaoniang blinked.

You ask me, a person with amnesia, why I have amnesia? Is that polite?

Mo Xinlian, who was standing next to her, was unusually serious for once and shook her head.

"I don't think there might have been a mistake."

"Perhaps it's a side effect of the Nirvana Blood itself."

"Think about it, with the phoenix's essence blood surging with flames, the cultivator's many distracting thoughts might also be classified as impurities."

"Therefore, his cultivation, supernatural abilities, techniques, and muscle memory were all preserved, but all other thoughts were burned away."

Yang Silang was somewhat puzzled.

"Those legendary phoenix rebirths don't seem to involve losing memories."

Mo Xinlian shrugged.

"Perhaps their clan possesses some innate talent or supernatural ability that allows them to preserve their memories."

"Hu Jiaoniang's true form is a celestial fox, not a phoenix."

"Perhaps, this is why other demon races use the blood of the phoenix."

This is impossible to verify.

Because the Phoenix Clan has long been lost to the annals of history, there are very few records of people consuming their essence and blood to ignite the flames of rebirth.

Even if it exists, it should circulate only in those few demon kingdoms.

There are no relevant records of the Shun Kingdom.

Everyone is just guessing.

Fortunately, Hu Jiaoniang's injuries have indeed healed, and she has survived, which is already a great blessing. Losing her memory is only a minor regret.

Yang Silang comforted Hu Jiaoniang.

"My wife, don't worry, we will try every possible method to help you regain your memories."

Hu Jiaoniang smiled and nodded.

She went through all sorts of Taoist techniques and methods in her mind.

Oh no, it seems there's no way to fix it.

However, since her husband said so, she couldn't pour cold water on her.

She has already quickly immersed herself in the role of "Second Daughter".

It was already late at night.

Yang Silang told Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue to go back to their room and rest early.

In the bedroom.

A single lamp.

The three of them stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Mo Xinlian stepped forward and took Hu Jiaoniang's small hand.

"Sister, look, I am the first wife, and you are the second wife."

"This husband should rest with me tonight, don't you think?"

Hu Jiaoniang nodded.

"Sister...uh...sister is right."

"Where should I rest?"

Yang Silang picked up the bedding and spread it out on the bed.

"You've just recovered tonight, so rest here."

"We'll keep watch on you and see what changes occur tonight."

So the three of them lined up on the bed.

Hu Jiaoniang is on the left, Yang Silang is in the middle, and Mo Xinlian is on the right.

Wait until the candles are extinguished.

Hu Jiaoniang has night vision and a spiritual sense. She noticed that the man didn't move, but "Sister" moved and actually squeezed into the man's bed.

"Huh...they're like this..."

"It can still be like that..."

"Ouch... How embarrassing."

Hu Jiaoniang blushed, hurriedly shutting down her five senses and severing her spiritual connection, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the bed next to him.

Mo Xinlian sneered.

With these two tricks, you think you can steal my man? Don't even think about it!

Silent all night.

early morning.

Yang Silang opened his eyes groggily, feeling dizzy and cold beneath him.

what……

Wasn't I sleeping in a warm bed with Mo Xinlian, cuddling together? Why do I feel like I'm sleeping on the floor?

He raised his eyelids and was taken aback.

Hu Jiaoniang and Mo Xinlian each occupied a corner of the roof beam inside the house, suspended in mid-air.

Hu Jiaoniang's six tails swayed behind her, entangled in the house beams, and she stood suspended in mid-air.

Mo Xinlian was not to be outdone; her beautiful hair at the back of her head grew out of place, splitting into several strands, and also wrapped around the roof beams.

The two faced off across the distance, their tension palpable, one radiating demonic power while the other exhaled magical energy.

It was clear that they fought in a great hurry, not even properly dressed, only wearing bibs and undergarments, each with a palm print on it, the cloth beneath their palms shattered into powder, revealing their snow-white skin.

This perspective, looking up from below, is quite... .

Yang Silang reached down and felt his way down; sure enough, it was a blue brick floor, and he was indeed lying on the ground.

Let's look inside the house.

Beds, tables, cabinets, bedding, antiques, and ornaments were all reduced to dust.

Fortunately, there were two layers of formations inside the house.

Judging from the aura above, it was clear that the two women had each set up a layer of formation to isolate the room from the outside world.

Otherwise, if even a tiny bit of their aura leaked out during their fight, this house would probably be completely destroyed.

Yang Silang looked at himself and wondered why he was unharmed.

It turned out that there was a white halo rotating above his head, which was Mo Xinlian casting the Heart-to-Heart Ring to protect him.

He felt an itch on his arm and saw a fox tattooed on his wrist, as if it were alive.

This is Hu Jiaoniang's life-saving clone technique.

It turned out that the two women had both protected themselves, thus avoiding being reduced to dust along with the furniture in the room.

Yang Silang shook his head, and his lost memories suddenly came back.

The first rays of sunlight shine down in the early morning.

He woke up feeling refreshed and was about to wake his two wives.

When Hu Jiaoniang woke up, her eyes held a familiar, sharp look, but in less than half a breath, her eyes were filled with anger.

"You bitch!"

He stretched out his palm and struck out at Mo Xinlian.

Mo Xinlian's body reacted instinctively, and she raised her palm to meet the attack.

Both of them were at the Grandmaster level of the Golden Marrow realm in martial arts, and their fists whistled as they exchanged blows.

Unfortunately for Yang Silang, he was caught between the two women, their fists clashing, and he hurriedly used all his strength to defend himself.

boom!

Then he was promptly knocked unconscious.

Now, Yang Silang has woken up and remembered what happened before.

The two women faced off coldly from a distance.

Hu Jiaoniang grinds her teeth.

"You stinky cat, I won't hold it against you. Before entering the battle, I said that as long as I returned from the ashes, all past grievances would be wiped clean."

"You actually dared to ask me to call you 'sister'? You're the one who provoked me!"

Mo Xinlian on the other side did not back down.

"Hmph, that's just how it is. I'm half a real wife, and you're a complete fake wife."

"I arrived before you, so what makes you think you can compete with me?"

Hu Jiaoniang sneered repeatedly.

"If I beat you to death, then no one will be left to compete with me?"

Mo Xinlian waved her hand.

"Okay, come on over."

The two women were on the verge of a major battle.

Yang Silang jumped up and shouted.

"That's enough, stop it."

"Go fight outside if you want, but don't destroy the house..."

The two women simultaneously flashed their sharp gazes and raised their hands to attack Yang Silang.

"Hiss... You guys have no sportsmanship!"

-

early morning.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue came to pay their respects to their master and mistress as per custom.

The door creaked open.

Yang Silang appeared first. He stood straight, but his two panda eyes looked quite comical.

He nodded to the two of them.

It would have been better if he hadn't nodded; as soon as he did, a trickle of blood gushed from his nose.

"master……"

"Master..."

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue were shocked.

Why was the master (advisor) injured in his own room?

Yang Silang felt a warm sensation on his face. He wiped it with his hand and saw a bright red stain. He forced a smile without showing any emotion.

"Yeah, I've been taking too many supplements lately."

"It's normal to have a nosebleed when you're feeling hot and bothered."

Hu Jiaoniang and Mo Xinlian appeared behind him.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue hurriedly addressed their teacher as "Master's wife" or "Master's sister-in-law".

The two women were wearing men's robes, the hems of which were dragging on the ground; clearly, these were Yang Silang's clothes.

Hu Jiaoniang's gaze swept over the two women, and her expression softened.

"You guys are great."

"Xiao Yue, thank you for your Moon Soul Pearl."

The two women felt a jolt in their hearts; their mistress had regained her memories.

Was last night a drama of two women fighting over a husband and getting injured?

Was last night a drama of two women fighting over a husband and getting injured?