Domineering Woman

Chapter 14: The Lord of the Emperor Spirit Sect

After Feng Wuxie left injured, the disciples gathered inside and outside the library quickly dispersed as well. Throughout the entire ordeal, no one noticed that on the rooftop of the Feng family's library, two men were leisurely sitting, drinking wine. Their demeanor was carefree, their smiles radiant, as they casually observed the entire family conflict below.

These two men—one of them was dressed in an enchanting red robe, with a flame lotus mark on his forehead. His eyes, as dark as ink with a faint tinge of blood, seemed ordinary yet contained an eerie red glow that subtly flowed within them. His whole demeanor was one of laziness, with a face so strikingly handsome it could provoke both awe and envy. Throughout the entire battle, his expression remained a blend of faint amusement and mild displeasure, with his gaze fixed on Feng Wuxie, exuding a dangerous aura.

The other man was clad in a flowing black robe, with hair as dark as night, cascading like a waterfall. His gaze was defiant, and he supported his chin with his hand as he watched the life-and-death struggle below with apparent indifference, occasionally offering a disdainful smile. He would clink his cup with the red-robed man beside him, drinking in a carefree manner.

“I never expected that you, the esteemed leader of the Emperor’s Spirit Sect—Di Qianxie, would concern yourself with such trivial matters,” said the black-robed man, speaking with a deep, meaningful tone as the last of the spectators left the library grounds.

Di Qianxie, the legendary red-robed demon, hailed from the distant Dilin Continent. He was the 130th leader of the "Emperor’s Spirit Sect" and the youngest leader in the history of the Dilin Continent—this was the very same young man exuding a devilish aura.

The Dilin Continent—a land revered by all inhabitants of the Qiji Continent, as if it were a place one could never reach, no matter how much effort was expended in a lifetime. The continent was named "Dilin" because it was home to a powerful sect that struck fear into the hearts of all under heaven: the Emperor’s Spirit Sect.

Di Qianxie, known for his extraordinary talent and mercilessness, ascended to the sect leader’s position at the age of seventeen, stepping over the corpses of the conservative elders. In the two years since he had taken power, countless challengers had sought to overthrow him, but none had succeeded. Now, at just nineteen years old, his soul power surpassed that of the entire continent. No one knew the extent of his abilities—he was both a genius and a monster.

“You consider this trivial?” Di Qianxie, seemingly unaffected by alcohol, spoke as his eyes grew even more vibrant with wicked intent. “I spent three months running from the Dilin Continent to get to this Qiji Continent, and another three months searching until I finally found this woman in the Molu Kingdom. After wasting half a year on her, do you really think I would just stand by and watch her die right after finding her?”

“Oh? So, this Feng Wuxie is the one the Grand Elder mentioned back then—the one who can complete your star destiny chart and become the sect leader’s wife?” The black-robed man was first surprised, then a hint of regret flashed in his eyes. “She’s certainly proud enough, but too ugly, and her soul power is pathetic. Tsk, tsk, she doesn’t suit you at all. If I may be so bold, why not forget about her and marry my sister instead? Wouldn’t that be better? You’d become my brother-in-law, and the Mo family would be even closer to you…”

Di Qianxie gave him a sidelong glance. “Mo Rong, if she really becomes the sect leader’s wife, you’ll be in trouble if she ever finds out what you just said.”

“…Oh, no worries. I’m confident that with our relationship, you, as the sect leader, would cover for me…” The man’s real name was Mo Rong. He was both a trusted subordinate and a longtime friend of Di Qianxie. Although in public, Mo Rong would address Di Qianxie as “Master,” Mo Rong knew that the sect leader treated him as more than just a subordinate; their bond was closer than that of brothers.

Serving a king was like accompanying a tiger, but after years by Di Qianxie’s side, Mo Rong had long since figured out his temperament—outwardly, he seemed frivolous, but his character was ruthless and decisive. Once he decided to marry someone, he would stop at nothing to make it happen.

“Let’s go,” Di Qianxie said as he stood up.

“Where to?” Mo Rong, now trailing behind, put away the wine cups and stored all the drinking utensils in a spatial pouch at his waist.

Di Qianxie didn’t answer, but the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile. His red robe billowed as he soared into the air…