Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 134 - 110 Strict Wife Control Subscribe Request

Chapter 134: Chapter 110 Strict Wife Control [Subscribe Request]

Chapter 134 -110 Strict Wife Control [Subscribe Request]

The old lady watched and fumed, accusing incessantly like a chain of firecrackers.

“Can’t you even make the bed properly? Are you regressing with age? Are you only good at stealing? What good are you even for?”

“And this, can’t you use your aura to wrap up the smell before cleaning? What on earth did you cultivate during your Daoist practice? What’s the use of your improved spiritual cultivation now that your injuries have healed?”

“And what’s this on the window? Why does it smell so foul? Is your nose broken? Can’t you smell it?”

“And this!”

“And this, this, this, this….”

The old man’s face turned ashen. He suddenly missed the years of his paralysis, which to him, were the most comfortable and happiest days of his life.

Now, his recovery just meant falling back under her thumb, back into a life dominated by her demands.

Finally, after frantically tidying up, the whole room smelled fresh and fragrant, filled with a warm, domestic air thanks to his wife.

All the bedding from the comforters to the sheets and pillows were replaced.

The old man, however, felt exhausted and didn’t have the energy for anything else.

“I just recovered a little, I’ve been paralyzed for decades and now that I’m just on the mend, you’re treating me like a workhorse…”

The old man felt extremely wronged.

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Now, exhausted, he just wanted to sleep.

“Finally, everything seems right.” The old lady now seemed anything but old. She was positively radiant, much like a beautiful woman in her thirties.

After a satisfied look around the room, she pointed to a chair and said, “Let’s have a chat.”

“Chat?” the old man was stunned, “Chat about what?”

“Eh… let’s plan to replace these two chairs…well, never mind for now…We’ll talk first.”

The old man’s face twisted further into a grimace.

As he looked back at the decades of his paralysis, he realized how he had forgotten his previous life. He was cared for daily, even during his smallest needs. His wife’s occasional comforting words felt like a blessing, making his life akin to a fairy tale.

He loathed his past, blaming himself and others. He couldn’t comprehend what he had been thinking!

Now that he thought about it, the time when he was paralyzed was the happiest period of his life.

Although he definitely didn’t want to be paralyzed again, he really missed those days!

After coming back to his senses, after today’s recovery, he realized his life was full of unending work, every second, every minute, every month, every year, for years and years, with no respite! The good days were gone!

“And look at your hair, your beard, how do I put up with you… I must have been blind to have married you…”

The old lady started her habitual complaints as the old man hurried to tidy up.

And then…

“Why don’t you ever think about making yourself look younger? I’ve only regained about thirty to forty percent of my vitality, but I’ve put all that restored power into my face. What are you looking at? I did this for you, to give you some face. But look at you, still looking like a soil-drenched old man, don’t I need to save face too?”

“…”

The old man was speechless.

He had finally recovered some of his cultivator power, enough to nourish his body, defend himself, and save it in case of emergencies. But using it all on the face?

That’s ridiculous, putting the cart before the horse.

Just loving to look good!

Isn’t safety more important than anything else?

Besides, after so many years, I’ve already got used to your old appearance. Suddenly turning into a beautiful young wife, it just doesn’t feel right!

I feel like I’m cheating on my wife…

“Tell me, why did Kid Feng give us such a good elixir? This elixir is at least ten times more potent than the previous ones. How is it possible to achieve such effects with adjustment and admixture? And yet, the materials used are the same. It’s truly mysterious and unbelievable.”

The couple, having suffered for years, had been high-ranking cultivators who fell from grace overnight. Unable to find skilled doctors, they had consumed many precious elixirs with little effect, which was why they had become ordinary people again. But they knew well about medicines and their properties.

They had to study it to survive.

The old man rolls his eyes and continues shaving his beard, completely disregarding his wife’s conversation.

After many years of marriage, he knew his wife’s temper well. Whenever she questioned something, he just had to agree and let her answer herself.

He would just agree: “Yeah, why is that?”

Old lady: “He suddenly gave us such good medicine; and also gave it to that He Bibiqu before; stress aside our good Karma, could there be any other hidden intentions?”

The old man corrected her: “He Bibiqu!”

“Do you think I don’t know his name is He Bibiqu? Shut up, we’re talking serious.”

The old lady immediately erupted in anger.

The old man bowed his head and kept silent.

“What do you think, is he testing us with this kind of spiritual medicine? What does he want if we really have high spiritual cultivation power? Does he just want to cure us, creating a Karma relationship, just so we feel grateful to him?”

The old man’s face turned serious: “Initially, those four medicinal pills were given by Kid Feng for the sake of goodwill, a fated encounter. With his shallow cultivation, he surely couldn’t discern our true identities and cultivation. Now the situation is different, but I must ask my dear wife, can you deny we came to Yuezhou City for Kid Feng in the hopes that he could aid our recovery? Now our hopes became reality, why are you pondering so much?”

“Don’t waste your words. I simply asked if you think Kid Feng’s solitary existence in the world, with no relatives to rely on, is pitiful or not?” the old lady said.

The old man nodded, as though pecking grains like a chicken: “Yes, it’s pitiful.”

The old lady stated: “I have a strong desire to help this boy. What about you?”

The old man nodded: “Me too.”

The old lady continued: “As you have mentioned, back when we were of no value, Kid Feng selflessly assisted us. Now at our reunion, he didn’t hold our concealment against us but gave us such spiritual medicine. He truly is a good child, right?”

The old man responded: “Indeed.”

The old lady added: “Hence, we can’t be ungrateful or appear cold; biting the hand that feeds us is unthinkable, don’t you agree?”

The old man affirmed: “Yes, being ungrateful can’t be accepted; to bite the hand that feeds us is an animal’s act.”

The old lady continued her discourse: “Requesting your agreement or not, we have nowhere else to go after our recovery, right?”

The old man nodded firmly: “Indeed, nowhere else to go.”

The old lady then suggested: “In that case, I propose that we stay on and extend our help to him.”

The old man expressed his heartfelt agreement: “I’ve also been thinking that way.”

The old lady paused: “There’s also Kid Feng’s unspoken loyalty and that vow we made all those years ago, can you recollect?”

A shadow fell across the old man’s face: “How can I not recall? The vow we made, every single word and phrase, is still fresh in my ears.”

A relaxed look spread across the old lady’s face: “It’s rare that we have such a consensus. In that case, we should just settle down here.”

The old man eagerly replied: “That’s good, very good. I completely agree with you.”

Having settled this significant matter, the old lady’s heart felt lighter as she mused: “With our injuries significantly healed and our health restored, we decided to stay and help Kid Feng. We should plan accordingly about how we can assist him in the best way.”

The old man chimed in: “Although our injuries have recovered substantially, our cultivation has not. It has only regenerated three-fold, which still limits our fighting strength.”

“Hehe. . .”

The old lady shot him a sidelong glance.

“At least we could be of some use,” the old man hastily added.

“First of all, we must abandon our old ways,” the old lady stated.

“We absolutely must abandon them,” the old man nodded in agreement.

“Therefore, tomorrow shall we discuss this with Kid Feng?” the old lady suggested for the first time.

“Alright, let’s discuss it with him tomorrow,” the old man agreed with an air of approval.

“In that case, since there’s nothing else to do now, let’s sleep,” the old lady suggested.

“Agreed, agreed, agreed!” the old man responded, flushed with excitement.

“You sleep over there, not near me. You’ve gotten quite ugly; it’s unbearable to look at you,” the old lady instructed.

“…”

…

Feng Yin unusually did not take on any tasks that night.

His mood was slightly downcast.

That night, he had a dream. In his dream, Little Hawk and Little Falcon returned. They were both crowned majestically, yet they still flocked to his side, nuzzling his legs with their sharp beaks, as always.

As he caressed their feathers, he felt a sheer delight that words couldn’t express.

Caught between joy and disturbed dreams, when he was abruptly awakened, he sighed involuntarily.

Thankfully, he still had Little Feng Ying by his side. As Feng Yin gently stroked Feng Ying, his mood gradually stabilized.

Upon stepping out of his room, he witnessed the faint signs of daybreak.

Feng Yin was then taken aback.

He looked back involuntarily, questioning: had he entered the wrong room, or the wrong house?

Is this my home?

Had he slept and ended up in somebody else’s house?

In his yard, at his doorstep.

A man and a woman were looking at him with broad smiles on their faces. The man appeared robustly handsome, seemingly around his mid to late thirties. His striking facial features were complemented by his piercingly bright eyes.

The woman seemed to be approaching thirty, looking rather youthful and very attractive, hitting the peak age when a woman is at her most enchanting.

Feng Yin found her aura even more charming than He Xiangming.

The couple was inexplicably dressed in simple, unpretentious clothes, but Feng Yin had a gut feeling that they were no ordinary garb but a higher-quality model that radiated low-key luxury and cultural refinement.

But where on earth did this couple come from?

Why are they in my house, and why are they grinning at me as if they know me well?