1010: Chapter 287 Emperor’s Sword 1010: Chapter 287 Emperor’s Sword The suppression land of his mother-in-law resembled a complete world.
Stars above and earth below, there even were oceans and snow mountains in the distance.
It was much smaller compared to a grand world and void of living creatures, reminiscent of Su He’s Inner World before he attained the Opening Heaven Three-fold status.
The boundary was neither too far nor too close; mortals could never reach it in their lifetime, but it wouldn’t take Su He long given his Boundary Status.
Especially while pulling Ji Feixue along, he felt time passed even quicker.
Ji Feixue was drawn along by him, her ears still echoing with the words Su He had just spoken.
“Come with me to slay the dragon…”
Since birth, she had been fiercely independent; her mother even forbade her from nearing Yunmeng Ze.
From the moment she could walk, she had been self-reliant.
This feeling of being protected momentarily left her somewhat out of her element.
Glancing at her held hand, a faint blush colored Ji Feixue’s face, and she silently tried to pull her slender hand back.
She tugged once, but it didn’t budge.
She tugged again, still without success.
Ji Feixue incredulously turned her gaze towards the man in front, anger and embarrassment rising in her eyes as her gaze cooled slightly.
However, the man did not look back, as if unaware of her change in feelings, and continued running towards the boundary.
A Black Dragon skimmed past, grazing the boundary membrane.
Su He sneered, “Wife, use whatever you’ve got when the time comes.
Don’t let him escape!”
This dragon must die today!
Fearing that Ji Feixue did not grasp the severity of the situation, Su He added, “I don’t know when I might have to return, it could even be the next moment.
If I leave, you’ll have to face this Black Dragon alone.”
Worried about her pride, Su He’s voice softened slightly, “You wouldn’t seek protection from others, so take this chance to completely suppress him!”
This was also why Su He was anxious to break through.
Ji Feixue’s nature was aloof, and whether she would let him anchor himself securely was uncertain.
He might have to return in two or three years.
Before then, the Black Dragon must be slain!
Ji Feixue had never mentioned who killed the Black Dragon before time traveling; Su He assumed it was his deed.
He couldn’t bear to think what she might endure if he failed to kill the dragon and had to leave, leaving Ji Feixue to face it alone.
The Black Dragon had been painfully skinned by her father twice and bore deep-seated hatred towards Ji Feixue, wishing fervently to devour her flesh alive.
When Azure Dragon and Black Dragon were still one, even Meng Xiao, who kept some sanity, forced Ji Feixue to stay hidden in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains for two hundred years without leaving.
Now that the two dragons were separated, how could Su He leave such a calamity unchecked?
Angered yet still trying to break away from Su He’s palm, Ji Feixue abruptly stopped and stared at Su He, her body trembling slightly.
Even her breathing tightened.
Was this the reason why Dragon Turtle forcefully broke through?
Worried about her facing the Black Dragon alone?
She was momentarily at a loss, an indescribable feeling swelling in her heart, sour and tight as if someone had harshly squeezed her heart.
So, there really were people willing to risk their lives for her?
Was this what Feng Si felt when mentioning that Xuan Bird?
She had always thought Feng Si was enchanted as if obsessed.
Even though she was from the rare Ice Phoenix of the Phoenix Clan, she willingly acted demure behind a Xuan Bird.
When she counseled her, Feng Si would laugh, saying she didn’t understand, even joked that with her breathtaking beauty, one day someone would protect her, even if it meant opposing the whole world.
One day, she would willingly accept being protected.
Ji Feixue was aloof and dismissed any notion of the contrary.
She had been alone since she hatched—from childhood she barely saw her mother once every century, calling herself alone wasn’t far-fetched.
From the first day of cultivation, she faced every hardship alone, facing death many times without anyone’s help.
When had Ji Feixue ever needed protection?
But for some reason, when Su He spoke, her heart inexplicably trembled.
Perhaps because people approached her usually with some reason, but was this Turtle simply for affection?
No ulterior motives, no reasons, just pure adoration.
Maybe because of the existence of the marriage certificate, whether she admitted it or not, deep down she recognized her relationship with Su He.
Subconsciously, Ji Feixue distinguished Su He from those distasteful males.
In effect, she attributed Su He’s affections towards her as positive emotions, not those of a lecherous rake, not sparking any feelings of disgust.
When a woman finds a man appealing, even if he’s a turtle, he appears more pleasing than any prince or emperor’s grandson.
Feeling the tremble in her jade hand, Su He chuckled and turned around, “Touched?
Don’t be, I’m just sweet-talking you!
You’ve had too few interactions with people, too easily moved.”
Ji Feixue was momentarily at a loss for words.
Su He laughed more lewdly, “I felt you wanting to pull away your hand, so I just wouldn’t let you.” After fifty years of cultivation, he finally held his wife’s hand, how could he let go now?
Before, even holding her with his paw, he felt nothing through the scales.
Tingling through the boots was even more unbearable.
Scoundrel!
With a ring of Sword Ring, Empress Ji Feixue’s Fairy Sword unsheathed, her face icy as she slashed straight at Su He.
Su He laughed and dodged away, allowing Ji Feixue to chase and slash at him, his figure flickering unpredictably.
Su He’s Tao Cultivation was never below Ji Feixue’s, and with their merged strength, far exceeded the sum of one plus one.
For a moment, Ji Feixue felt that she couldn’t catch up.
A cold light flashed in her eyes, and with a stomp, she thrust her sword.
Carrying majestic Sword Qi, it slashed towards Su He.
Yet, Su He cunningly dodged the Sword Qi with a smirk, his Divine God Machine leaping agilely into her arms; his face adjacent to hers prevented her from retracting the sword.
Suddenly, his breath, warm against her face, ruffled through the cold fairy’s hair.
Ji Feixue’s heart tightened and she retreated.