Chapter 308: Angel, Instinct, and a Table of Fried Eggs
"It's terrifying to suddenly talk behind someone like that." Xiao Qiang glanced at Mu Qingxue, who had appeared silently, and muttered, displeased. "Besides, it's not a secret. Why are you eavesdropping?"
Mu Qingxue smiled slightly. "I just happened to overhear it. I always thought you were more restrained in that area."
Xiao Qiang snorted. "What are you talking about? I'm just not ruled by it. Human instinct isn't something you can suppress forever. Food and sex—those are natural needs. If you don't feel either, then either you're too young, not in good health, or deliberately suppressing it for some reason."
Inwardly, Xiao Qiang sighed. Mu Qingxue's comment reminded him of those "motivational gurus" from his previous life—always preaching how self-restraint and aesthetic detachment brought success, all while having indulged in everything money could buy.
They'd lived lavishly, chased every thrill, and now told others to cultivate character and stay pure, like saints speaking down to starving beggars.
"So what you told Jing Hongchen earlier… was all true?" Mu Qingxue asked.
"Of course. I'm not a one-woman-only 'pure love warrior,'" Xiao Qiang shrugged.
Without warning, Mu Qingxue grabbed his collar and yanked him off his feet.
Though Xiao Qiang was immensely powerful—a quasi-Titled Douluo with dual soul cores and over a million-year soul ring—Mu Qingxue was a different beast entirely. After slaying Ye Xishui and purging the Holy Spirit Church, she had reached the realm of a demigod, and her aura even hinted at touching the threshold of a quasi-god.
Right now, she was the strongest human alive. And Xiao Qiang knew full well—if he wasn't fighting to the death, he couldn't resist her.
Moments later, he was thrown onto her bed.
"Hey! I never dared to think of you like that! I only admire your beauty!"
Xiao Qiang tried to sit up, but Mu Qingxue stepped on his chest and forced him back down.
"You said that if you married Meng Hongchen, you'd still take concubines?"
"I probably won't marry her. I mean, how can I deceive my teacher's granddaughter like that? Besides, we're not even that close. It's not like we've spent much time together."
"So everything you said was true?"
"It is. But what does it have to do with you?"
Mu Qingxue sat down beside him, her expression unreadable. "It has everything to do with me. If you're going to take concubines… then count me in."
"…Huh?" Xiao Qiang blinked, stunned. "What did you just say?"
"I said, if you're taking concubines, I'm in. And didn't you say you liked me too?"
Xiao Qiang blinked again, slowly processing her words. "I mean… I did say that, but are you serious?"
Mu Qingxue looked him in the eyes. "Do I look like I joke about things like this?"
"But why?"
She didn't answer right away. Because when I was surrounded by despair and Shrek, you stood in front of me. Because you gave me soul bones more valuable than Angel God armor. Because when the world crumbled, you gave me strength…
But she didn't say any of that aloud.
Instead, she just said, "After thinking about it… you're the only one who seems acceptable. But because everyone assumed you and Meng Hongchen were already something, I never considered it seriously before."
Mu Qingxue's words were only half-true. She wasn't lacking in strength or beauty, but she was older than Xiao Qiang, and no matter how irrelevant age seemed in a world like theirs, it still mattered a little.
Just like Zhang Lexuan backed off because Beibei had Tang Ya, Mu Qingxue had always treated Xiao Qiang with quiet distance because of Meng Hongchen.
But now? If Xiao Qiang intended to have multiple women in his life, why should she hold back?
"You're sure? About being… a concubine?" Xiao Qiang paused. The word stuck in his throat.
After all, in traditional times, concubines had no status. They could be bought, sold, and given away.
But this wasn't some ordinary ancient world—it was a fantasy world where power ruled. Mu Qingxue was the strongest person alive. Wife? Concubine? It didn't matter. No one would dare disrespect her. She was probably the only person on the continent who could say, "I don't eat beef," and no one would question it.
Even if children were involved in the future, with a Limit Douluo as a mother, no one would care about legitimacy. She was still young, and her cultivation was far from its peak.
"Thinking about it… you're right. This arrangement doesn't affect you at all, with your strength," Xiao Qiang said.
They quickly reached an understanding—and that night, they shared more than just words.
It must be said, the Angel Martial Soul truly had remarkable hidden benefits. Not just in strength—but the sacred aura Mu Qingxue exuded made Xiao Qiang feel at peace in a way he'd never known.
The next morning, Mu Qingxue awoke to the overwhelming scent of fried eggs.
Not the pleasant aroma of breakfast-in-bed, but a full-on assault on the senses. When she entered the kitchen, her eyes twitched violently.
The dining table, the cupboards, the stove, the countertop—even the floor—was covered in fried eggs.
"What… are you doing?" she asked, nearly speechless.
Xiao Qiang, standing amid the chaos, turned toward her. His eyes weren't normal pupils nor the three-tomoe Sharingan—but the gear-like shape of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"You're awake. Great timing—just a few more and it'll be ready."
As he cracked another egg, completely unfazed by the culinary apocalypse he had created, Mu Qingxue stood frozen.
"…Did you rob a chicken farm?"
Xiao Qiang: "…"
Mu Qingxue: "…"