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Being His Woman is My Fortune
The army marched on, a vast and mighty force.
Beside the procession, the silver-haired maiden was held in He Ange’s arms, looking up at his handsome face. Her heart raced, pounding wildly in her chest.
Thousands of warships blotted out the sky.
The earth trembled under the march of countless soldiers, but at this moment, An Luo Yi felt the warmth of He Ange’s embrace and no longer trembled with fear. Instead, she found immense comfort in the overwhelming presence of this army.
After all, An Luo Yi could never have imagined that such a massive force of demonic cultivators had come as allies, brought by He Ange to rescue her!
How had He Ange managed this? 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
What kind of influence did he wield to command such an army from Ten Thousand Demons Sect, including all those flying warships?
Indeed,
He Ange didn’t possess the protagonist’s halo strong enough to single-handedly stand against an army for her sake.
But who said this army had to be her enemy?
While not as romantic as a novel, this reversal from foe to friend left An Luo Yi even more in awe of He Ange’s strength and background!
To kill ten thousand men is unparalleled individual might.
But to command ten thousand men reflects a person’s comprehensive charisma!
Such an aura of leadership was something An Luo Yi never expected from her junior brother. It was a trait she thought only belonged to the powerful first-rank ministers and generals of Dragon Dynasty, or even the True Dragon Empress herself.
“Sorry, my wife has made a fool of herself.”
Facing the vast demonic army, He Ange held the maiden tenderly, smiling gently. His words seemed modest and refined, yet they brimmed with affection for the woman in his arms.
At that moment, not only An Luo Yi but countless demonic cultivators on horseback and even the white-haired demon lord watched with curiosity.
Their eyes were filled with envy, as if witnessing a fallen maiden blessed by fortune to be cherished by the Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect.
After all,
Holy Son He Yuan was a young guest of honor invited by the master of Ten Thousand Demons Sect!
And the silver-haired maiden in his arms appeared battered and worn, her clothes tattered. Aside from her breathtaking beauty, she seemed hardly worthy of such a prestigious figure.
Yet under the envious gazes of countless demonic cultivators,
An Luo Yi couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride welling up from within. She felt like the happiest woman in the world—loving He Ange was truly her greatest fortune!
“Ange...”
Filled with happiness,
An Luo Yi’s nose tingled, her eyes moistening with tears.
She recalled how wretched she had been before He Ange arrived—no one respected her; everyone saw her as nothing more than prey to fight over...
But now,
Being held by He Ange made her shine brilliantly. It was as if he wanted the whole world to know he would cherish this maiden forever!
Yet just as An Luo Yi was overwhelmed with emotion,
He Ange’s hand slipped beneath her skirt to gently pinch her soft bottom—
“Have you forgotten how to address your husband?”
“!!!”
Instantly,
An Luo Yi’s face turned even redder.
Though He Ange’s teasing was hidden beneath her skirt where no one could see,
There were still so many people watching! How could he tease her so shamelessly?
“Hus... husband...”
An Luo Yi buried her face in his chest, feeling both embarrassed and like a wife who had been claimed.
He Ange had never seen the proud Destined Heroine show such a shy side before.
Even during their dual cultivation sessions,
An Luo Yi was always assertive—rarely displaying such a demure demeanor!
“Husband, take me away...”
“You promised to marry me—keep your word—I want to marry you today!”
“Ange, I’m your woman—don’t leave me alone again—don’t leave me...”
As she spoke,
An Luo Yi’s emotions crumbled—tears streaming down her face as she clung tightly to He Ange’s shoulders.
This time,
She wouldn’t let go!
An Luo Yi silently vowed that from this moment on,
She would never let He Ange leave her again!
She had faced too much life and death—too much betrayal...
Now,
An Luo Yi saw through worldly illusions.
In her world,
Everything was false—everyone was cold-hearted. Only He Ange’s presence brought warmth—he was her only sun.
An Luo Yi was tired.
She could let go of all worldly attachments—she just wanted to sit in He Ange’s embrace, lean against his chest, and sleep peacefully—or entrust everything to him, letting him cherish and possess her completely.
An Luo Yi had never felt such twisted dependence before.
She found comfort in surrendering her body and mind—even wishing for He Ange to give orders. Rather than feeling resistance, she felt loved and secure!
No matter what He Ange asked of her,
As long as he stayed by her side, everything would be fine. For him, An Luo Yi was willing to do anything!
She didn’t want to return to that cold and heartless Dragon Dynasty...
“What are you saying? I’m here to take you home today.”
With a gentle smile,
He Ange brushed away her tears like comforting a crying kitten.
An Luo Yi sat up straighter—holding him even tighter with both arms wrapped around his chest—refusing to let go.
He Ange sighed softly—glancing at the white-haired demon lord nearby and shrugging slightly.
Dongfang Zhou nodded in acknowledgment.
In truth,
Rescuing An Luo Yi wasn’t He Ange’s primary goal for this journey. Convincing Dongfang Zhou to mobilize such a massive force was truly aimed at dealing with Mu Yanli—the Blood Moon Witch.
Dongfang Zhou sought to take advantage of the chaos—to teach Mu Yanli a harsh lesson.
He didn’t expect to kill Mu Yanli on Moon Sect’s territory—but at least with his strength and resources—he could strip away some of her power! At minimum,
Dongfang Zhou intended for Mu Yanli to kneel before him—apologizing profusely...
Seeing this,
He Ange prepared to board the warship with An Luo Yi in his arms—but before they could embark—a terrifying azure dragon phantom roared toward them from the sky.
Instantly,
Dongfang Zhou narrowed his eyes while the entire demonic army went on high alert.
Boom!
The dragon’s roar echoed as an enraged azure-haired dragon general charged forward.
Ye Qingchuan wielded an azure dragon spear—his gaze locked onto the white-robed youth holding An Luo Yi. With unstoppable momentum,
He crashed through countless defenses—sweeping aside warhorses and ships alike with each swing of his spear.
“Evil fiend! Release Lady Luo Yi!”
With a furious battle cry,
Ye Qingchuan leaped high into the air—hurling his spear overhead like an eagle soaring through the sky.
In that moment,
The azure dragon spear seemed imbued with life—roaring as it hurtled toward the white-robed youth holding An Luo Yi.
“Husband, danger!”
Sensing deadly intent targeting He Ange,
An Luo Yi awoke from her tears—turning back to shield him from the spear—but he gently pressed her head against his chest.
He reassured her—
Keeping her from facing that terrifying azure dragon attack directly.
Clang!
Just before the spear struck He Ange—
The white-haired demon lord intervened—deflecting it with immense force and sending it flying away.
Boom!
The spear crashed into a nearby mountainside—unleashing another burst of azure dragon power.
He Ange’s gaze remained calm as he assessed the azure dragon general above—
Meanwhile,
He softly comforted An Luo Yi by stroking her back:
“Don’t worry—I’m here.”
“You’re my woman—no one can take you from me.”
His words were filled with affection—
But his eyes locked onto Ye Qingchuan above—brimming with mocking disdain and humiliation.
“Husband...”
Hearing this,
An Luo Yi teared up again—her heart warmed as she clung tightly to him—biting her lip nervously.
With just those few words,
He Ange gave An Luo Yi—a Destined Heroine—a sense of security she’d never known before!
Without He Ange,
She might never have realized how reliable a man’s embrace could be!
Being He Ange’s woman is my greatest fortune!
This thought echoed in her mind—
Filling An Luo Yi with wholehearted agreement!
“Lady Luo Yi???”
“Why... why are you...”
Meanwhile,
Ye Qingchuan watched in disbelief as An Luo Yi nestled affectionately against the cultist Holy Son—his eyes filled with shock. Jealousy twisted his features as he clenched his teeth—unable to comprehend what he saw.
That was supposed to be a heavenly Destined Maiden!
Recognized by both True Dragon Empress and Ancestor alike—a warrior capable of conquering armies single-handedly!
Such an image of An Luo Yi—
Was beyond anything Ye Qingchuan could have imagined!
Yet here it was—
Unfolding before him...
What stung even more—
Was how Holy Son He Yuan taunted him openly—
Caressing An Luo Yi without shame—as if flaunting what Ye Qingchuan could never attain...
In that moment—
Ye Qingchuan gritted his teeth—summoning another azure dragon spear with bloodshot eyes—unable to hold back any longer...
Spear Art: Azure Dragon Shadow!
“He Yuan! You’re dead meat!!!”
With lightning speed—
Ye Qingchuan charged forward using unpredictable footwork—shouldering his spear as he attacked the detestable Holy Son head-on...
His speed was unmatched—
Dongfang Zhou attempted interception but struck only illusions left behind by Ye Qingchuan’s afterimages...
Seeing Ye Qingchuan bypass Dongfang Zhou—
Nearing He Ange for a decisive strike—
Several crimson-clad figures emerged from behind He Ange—
Clang!
Three Void Refinement-level puppet brides intercepted Ye Qingchuan’s spear just inches from He Ange’s nose...
Despite being so close—
Ye Qingchuan couldn’t advance another inch...
In that moment—
Dongfang Zhou narrowed his eyes thoughtfully...
He could have stopped Ye Qingchuan earlier—but chose not to fully assist He Ange—instead testing his true capabilities through this confrontation...
And now proven worthy—
He Ange demonstrated enough strength for Dongfang Zhou’s alliance...
“Ye Qingchuan...?”
Meanwhile,
An Luo Yi turned back—
Seeing the azure dragon spear so close left her both shocked and chilled...
Looking up again—
Her gaze met Ye Qingchuan’s furious eyes...
His dragon pupils flickered with panic—but hers burned with icy rage; just one look from this True Dragon Warrior made Ye Qingchuan’s legs tremble—for True Dragon bloodlines naturally suppressed those of Azure Dragons!
Simultaneously—
He Ange chuckled coldly:
“Luo Yi—is this man your enemy from Dragon Dynasty?”
“I don’t know what grudge lies between you two—but he just tried killing you among thousands.”
Hearing this—
An Luo Yi’s gaze grew colder still; clenching fists tightly while biting silver teeth in hatred akin to staring at a corpse...
In that moment—
Ye Qingchuan froze—mind blank...
Lowering his spear repeatedly shaking head—
“No—it’s not like that!”
“Lady Luo Yi—you must believe me! I was sent by Her Majesty Empress herself!”
“Don’t be fooled by this cultist Holy Son’s facade—”
“Begone!”
True Dragon might descended with just one word—as if decreed by True Dragon Empress herself—a golden “Begone” manifested above Ye Qingchuan forcing him onto knees trembling uncontrollably...
In that instant—not only did Dongfang Zhou stand frozen under its pressure drenched in cold sweat—but even He Ange himself stared incredulously at silver-haired maiden within arms reach—as if gazing upon young empress’ majesty up close...
In past life memories devoid such revelation—
He knew only that An Luo Yi served under Princess Chen as unrivaled General guarding Dragon Dynasty—but never realized hidden within lay potential rivaling empress herself!
To think An Luo Yi barely twenty years old possessed such imperial aura already—the future held limitless possibilities once matured fully!
Gulping nervously—
He recalled teasing silver-haired maiden moments prior causing sweat beads form along brow...
Perhaps battered appearance left impression too vulnerable reminding him forgetful embrace held not mere lover—but genuine future empress capable challenging Princess Chen herself someday!
Your senior sister remains your senior sister after all...
Even fallen lowly still exudes imperial might enough frighten Azure Dragon prodigy into submission!
