The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife

Chapter 387: How to Break When Defeated by Wife’s Disciple (Fourth Update, Request for Monthly Ticket)

Zhan Jingshu suddenly found this guy particularly annoying. "Get out!"He shoved Murong out the door and slammed it shut with a "bang."

Murong felt utterly dejected. "Brat, you’re such a brat. What are you throwing a tantrum for out of nowhere? I didn’t even offend you. Honestly, only I can tolerate your temper. If it were anyone else, they would’ve flipped out by now!"

Saying this, he felt a strange sense of pride, as if he’d accomplished something great.

Since this wasn’t home and there was no ready-made dueling arena, Mu Qiuniang had to find an empty place with no people around. She set up a large barrier so that their duel wouldn’t be disturbed from the outside or alert anyone.

Even though Jiang Nuo was mentally prepared, he still didn’t expect to lose so miserably.

Zhan Jingshu’s talent was astonishing—he was already an expert at the Enlightenment Stage, while Jiang Nuo was just at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Naturally, there was no way he could be his opponent.

But still, even with what little strength he had, how did this happen? Zhan Jingshu didn’t even need a weapon; he just relied on the Qi Condensation Technique and, after exchanging a few dozen moves, completely defeated him!

Jiang Nuo was utterly overpowered by Zhan Jingshu. Could this be what his wife was talking about—the oppressive "pressure" from cultivation levels? When someone’s cultivation is significantly higher, perhaps they don’t even need to strike; just the oppressive force from their higher level could pin you to the ground, leaving you defenseless.

Alright, Zhan Jingshu’s cultivation was one level higher, and as for his innate talent, Jiang Nuo’s wife described it best: "In this world, there aren’t many people who can compare!"

But why couldn’t he even defeat Murong, that lazy slacker with not-so-impressive innate talent?

Murong’s "Fire Character Secret" was truly formidable. The blazing flames might not burn everything to ashes, but roasting someone alive was definitely no problem.

Jiang Nuo held the Divine Weapon Thunder Light Sword in his hands but couldn’t unleash its full potential at all. When pitted against Murong’s "Fire Character Secret," while Jiang Nuo wasn’t entirely overwhelmed, the spells at the same level clearly showed Murong’s were twice as powerful.

Jiang Nuo fought arduously. He launched a "Thunder Light Ball," but Murong extinguished it with an intermediate "Fire Wall Technique," and then followed up by bombarding him with over ten "Fireball Techniques," leaving him scrambling.

Jiang Nuo felt like crying.

Whether it was Zhan Jingshu or Murong, he was the one getting "wrecked."

"Wahhh... Is my wife right after all? She keeps saying I have poor aptitude and need to work harder, or I’ll fall behind and just get beaten up. Turns out it’s true!"

Just look: Zhan Jingshu? Murong? Even Mu Mingyu—any of them—they haven’t been cultivating for much longer than him, yet he was completely powerless against them.

"Wife..." Jiang Nuo was deeply aggrieved, burying his head in Mu Qiuniang’s shoulder as he said dejectedly, "I’m so weak!"

Zhan Jingshu showed no expression. His master always reminded him of his exceptional aptitude and stressed the importance of cultivating diligently to avoid wasting his potential, so defeating his master’s master didn’t stir any special feelings in him.

Besides, the point was, wasn’t this meant to make his master’s master recognize reality?

Murong felt slightly uneasy. Oh no! His master’s master really got defeated. Who knows what kind of petty trouble his master will give him now?

Mu Qiuniang patted Jiang Nuo’s head and sighed lightly. "I’ve told you before—your aptitude is too poor. If you don’t work harder, you’ll really just be on the receiving end of beatings. From now on, make sure to put in more effort!"

"Wife, aren’t you supposed to comfort me now?" Jiang Nuo lifted his head, his long eyelashes fluttering as he asked pitifully.

"I think what you need right now isn’t comfort but motivation."

Jiang Nuo: "..." His wife really lacked romantic flair. Only he could tolerate her. If it were anyone else, they’d have run away by now.

Oh well! Might as well get used to it.

"I’ll give you extra lessons from now on," Mu Qiuniang thought for a moment before adding.

"Wife, I knew it—you love me the most!" Jiang Nuo directly took it as sweet talk. Knowing that his wife wasn’t adept at saying affectionate words, he trained himself to "interpret" her intentions.

Zhan Jingshu, Murong, Mu Mingyu: "..." The whole world knows, alright?

After this match, Jiang Nuo indeed started putting in much effort. Not only did he increase the number of times they practiced Dual Cultivation every evening, but he also got up with Mu Qiuniang every morning to meditate and absorb the first rays of purple light as the sun rose.

When he sensed a trace of purple within the spiritual energy he absorbed, his eyes widened in delight. "Wife, I did it! I’m amazing—I succeeded as soon as I tried!"

"Well done!" Mu Qiuniang was momentarily stunned.

She couldn’t believe it—how could Jiang Nuo have such good fortune?

Normally, even someone like Zhan Jingshu, who possessed innate spiritual energy, wouldn’t necessarily succeed in absorbing the rare purple energy during their first attempt—but Jiang Nuo had done it?

Jiang Nuo was supposed to have poor qi fortune, wasn’t he?

For someone with mediocre aptitude, just absorbing regular spiritual energy was already a challenge, let alone this precious purple energy, which was rarer than sapphires.

"Hahaha... I knew it! My wife is so amazing, how could I possibly not measure up? Wife, this purple energy you told me about is incredible! When I meditate for an hour, even though I absorb a lot of spiritual energy, I don’t feel much effect. But just a few minutes with the purple energy felt more effective than meditating for days. It’s amazing! From now on, I’ll wake up early every morning to absorb purple energy. I refuse to believe I can’t surpass Murong—let alone Zhan Jingshu’s ridiculous talent, which I’ve already given up on!"

Jiang Nuo still felt a bit sore about losing to Zhan Jingshu, Murong, and Mu Mingyu during that match. As a man, it stung to lose to his wife’s disciples.

How embarrassing does this make him? Losing to his wife’s disciples! He didn’t say it aloud, but deep down, he felt uncomfortable.

Sure, innate aptitude dictated cultivation, and his wife couldn’t do much about that—but still, he couldn’t resign himself to falling behind without trying his best.

What he hadn’t expected was that the "purple energy," which his wife had been urging him to absorb (but which he’d never tried due to his love for sleeping in), could prove so effective in just a few minutes—far more than days of meditation?

This was great! He finally saw a "shortcut." If he woke up every morning to absorb purple energy, getting results equivalent to several days’ effort in one go, how could he not catch up to Murong (as for Zhan Jingshu’s astonishing talent, he’d given up hoping to compete)?

"Wife, just wait! Soon, I’ll surpass Murong, that smug brat. His constant smirking is so irritating!"

"Alright, keep at it!" Mu Qiuniang wasn’t sure whether Jiang Nuo’s successful absorption of purple energy was just a stroke of luck.

If it was merely a coincidence, his second attempt tomorrow would reveal that absorbing "purple energy" was far harder than he’d thought... Otherwise, why hadn’t more cultivators succeeded throughout history?

But if it wasn’t just luck, then Jiang Nuo’s supposedly terrible qi fortune might need to be reevaluated, which raised questions worth investigating.