The Magpie Bridge was open.

This was something Jiang Man had never expected.

He had been so focused on his Cultivation lately that he had no energy to pay attention to such matters.

Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to handle the selection for the Secret Realm.

Who could have known that he would have to face Meng Qiewei so soon?

This was not a good thing.

There was no telling what kind of tricks she would bring with her this time.

In his current state, he had no way to fight back against her.

He could only rely on the Old Yellow Ox.

But as time went on, even the Old Yellow Ox might not be her match.

When that day came, the two of them would suffer together.

’Back then...’

’What a fool I was!’

’If it had been any other Fairy, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended up like this.’

’Surely not everyone possesses an Unparalleled Celestial Pride Fate Chart. Not everyone can be this powerful, right?’

’The Old Yellow Ox must have been fully prepared to dare make a move back then.’

’Meng Qiewei was an accident.’

’And now...’

’The wicked ox has met its match.’

’And pity me, the fool who only just regained his senses not long ago.’

In the sixth and seventh months, he had successfully advanced from the Spiritual Third Layer to the Spiritual Fourth Layer.

The second Gourd for his Cultivation was also nearly full.

There were plenty of common Spirit Medicines. Every day, he would learn about some from the Old Yellow Ox and then buy them from Xiaopang.

He had earned several thousand from it.

That was the only way he could support his current needs.

The subsequent Spirit Medicines were a bit more expensive, but he could still earn a little profit.

He was counting on this for his Elixirs in the eighth month as well.

As for his remaining funds...

He only had nine hundred left.

He was now at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, and soon to reach the Mid-stage.

His Physical Body was at the Third Layer, and his Spirit was at the Fourth Layer.

The others in the small courtyard still had a long way to go if they wanted to catch up to him.

Everything had been going so well.

He never thought the Magpie Bridge would open.

Jiang Man walked into the courtyard, looked at the Old Yellow Ox, and said, "Since the Magpie Bridge is opening, doesn’t that mean Meng Qiewei is coming? Old Huang, are you ready?"

"What does my husband need to prepare for?" a gentle voice sounded from beside him.

Jiang Man jumped in fright.

But his expression remained unchanged as he turned to look.

Sure enough, Meng Qiewei, dressed in a light blue Immortal Skirt, was standing right next to him.

Her gaze was gentle, with a hint of a smile.

’Such a gentle Meng Qiewei. I feel like I’m going to die,’ Jiang Man thought instinctively.

She was no pushover.

Although he had never seen her make a move, when he had first awoken, the chilling aura she exuded had nearly killed him.

The person before him was by no means simple.

And she was definitely not the type to be trifled with.

The fact that he had gone through a wedding ceremony with her was the greatest conflict of all.

"Fairy, we meet again," Jiang Man said awkwardly.

’Besides, we’re outside. Could she find her way back here just by recognizing the scenery?’

Jiang Man had no way of knowing.

’So how do I get her into the house?’

"Does my husband wish to go inside?" Meng Qiewei asked considerately. "Then let’s talk inside, lest my husband has any reservations."

With that, Meng Qiewei gracefully walked into the house, and a moment later, her surprised voice drifted out. "My husband has moved? This place is much better than the last one."

Jiang Man was quite surprised. ’Didn’t she notice when she arrived?’

’She’s only just realized now.’

"She used a Great Divine Technique to cross realms, materializing a wisp of her power as an incarnation. She’s lucky she can even touch the door, let alone perceive anything too far away," the Old Yellow Ox explained while chewing on grass.

"Old Huang, can you use a Great Divine Technique to cross over to her side?" Jiang Man asked in a low voice.

The Old Yellow Ox glanced at Jiang Man, then lowered its head and went back to eating grass.

It didn’t answer his question at all.

Seeing her go inside, Jiang Man had no choice but to follow.

As soon as he entered, he saw Meng Qiewei standing in front of the table.

On it was a piece of wood with Meng Qiewei’s name carved on it.

"My husband still carries this with him?" Meng Qiewei turned to look at Jiang Man by the door.

"I wouldn’t dare throw away something that belongs to a Fairy," Jiang Man said helplessly.

’This thing is imbued with one of her techniques. If I threw it away, my life would be forfeit.’

"My husband, you’re so bad with words," Meng Qiewei said, shaking her head. "We are husband and wife, after all. It’s only natural that I’d want to know how you’re doing."

"My husband has no idea how they mock me.

"They say I enjoy being a widow, and even speculate whether I prefer younger or older men."

As she said this, she looked at Jiang Man with a slightly aggrieved expression.

For a moment, Jiang Man couldn’t tell if she was being serious or just putting on an act.

Judging by the look in her eyes before, Meng Qiewei was hardly the type to let others bully her.

Her power was extraordinary. Logically, even fewer people would dare to gossip about her.

"How old is my husband?" Meng Qiewei asked.

Jiang Man thought for a moment before replying, "Forty-eight."

Meng Qiewei shook her head. "But when my husband brought me back, you said you were only eighteen."

Jiang Man froze. ’Did I really say something like that?’

He carefully recalled the details of that day. He remembered going to the back mountain, and there had indeed been some conversation on the way back.

But he had never mentioned his age.

Once he was certain it hadn’t happened, Jiang Man realized she was trying to trick him.

So, Jiang Man fell silent. ’It’s best not to say anything.’

’Old Huang often stonewalled me this way.’

Meng Qiewei sat down in a chair and gently adjusted the folds of her Immortal Skirt. "Won’t my husband have a seat?"

This time, Jiang Man had no choice but to sit to the side. "Fairy, you really don’t have to come every year."

Meng Qiewei looked at Jiang Man, lowering her gaze. "Does my husband not wish to see me?"

As she spoke, she toyed with a lock of her beautiful hair, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Before I left, I took special care with my makeup and dress. I thought my husband would like it."

Jiang Man silently watched the person before him.

He really couldn’t tell.

Was the person before him just acting, or was she genuinely disappointed?

He couldn’t tell when he was a fool, and he still couldn’t tell now that his mind was clear.

He didn’t speak.

Meng Qiewei also fell silent.

The two of them lapsed into silence again.

’But this silence will last all night, and I’ll waste another evening.’

After a long hesitation, Jiang Man looked at Meng Qiewei and said, "Is there anything else the Fairy wishes to say?"