Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 259: Xia Qinqwu Comes To Save Wang Li



The talisman moved through the skies with an urgency born of Wang Li's fading strength. It cut across the wind, carrying his location to the one person who could help him—his wife, Xia Qingwu.

Far away, deep in the heart of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect's base, Xia Qingwu sat in her private chambers. Her delicate fingers brushed across the intricate designs of her meditation mat, but her mind was restless.

Ever since Wang Li had disappeared after his confrontation with Lin Yun, she had been anxious, unable to find peace. Each day without word from him gnawed at her, though she tried to remain composed, knowing how much pressure they were both under.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before her, and the communication talisman arrived, fluttering in the air before her as it glowed softly.

Xia Qingwu's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the aura within the talisman—it was Wang Li's. Without wasting a second, she grabbed it, feeling the faint echo of her husband's energy as she read the message.

Her eyes widened as the location revealed itself. He was alive. He was hurt but alive! Relief flooded her chest, but it was quickly replaced by urgency. She couldn't delay any longer. Her husband needed her.

Without hesitation, Xia Qingwu dashed out of her chambers, her feet barely touching the ground as she summoned her qi. In an instant, her body lifted into the air, enveloped in the powerful currents of her spiritual energy. She soared into the skies, her robes billowing behind her as she moved with the speed of a shooting star, racing toward the location Wang Li had sent.

Back in the secluded village, Wang Li sat cross-legged inside the small hut. His body was drenched in sweat, his breathing shallow as he tried to recover. The small amount of yin energy he had absorbed from the farmer's wife had helped somewhat, but his meridians were still damaged, and his strength was nowhere near what it should have been. He focused inward, channeling what little qi he could muster, trying to repair the internal injuries that plagued him.

For hours, he sat like this, meditating in silence, blocking out everything around him. His breathing slowly became more even, and though his body remained weak, he felt the faint stirrings of his energy returning. He still had a long way to go before he would be fully recovered, but for now, this would have to do.

As he continued meditating, something flickered at the edge of his awareness. His eyes snapped open, and he instinctively looked to the sky. In the distance, he saw a figure moving toward him, flying with incredible speed, cutting through the air like a blade. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar aura of his wife, Xia Qingwu.

Within moments, she was upon him, landing gracefully in the small clearing outside the hut. Her eyes immediately found his, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. Without a word, she rushed to him, dropping to her knees and pulling him into her arms.

"Wang Li," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she held him close. "You're alive… you're safe."

He could feel her body shaking against his, the soft curves of her form pressing into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Wang Li allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability, sinking into her embrace. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, it was all a welcome comfort after the torment he had endured.

"I'm fine now," Wang Li said, his voice low and rough. "I'm here."

Xia Qingwu pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her gaze searching his face for any signs of lingering pain. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling as she caressed his cheek.

"I was so worried," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had lost you."

Wang Li smiled faintly, leaning in to press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft, and the familiar taste of her filled him with warmth. She kissed him back with equal tenderness, her hands sliding to his shoulders as she poured all her relief and love into that single gesture.

Their embrace deepened as they held each other, the tension of the last few days melting away. Wang Li's hands roamed over her voluptuous body, savoring the feel of her curves as he pulled her closer. For a moment, they were lost in each other, their connection as husband and wife rekindling after the hardship they had both endured.

But not far away, hidden just out of sight, the farmer's wife stood in the shadow of the hut, watching them. Her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions as she observed the intimate scene between Wang Li and Xia Qingwu. She clutched the fabric of her dress tightly in her hands, her heart heavy with bitterness and resentment.

"He's really a bastard," she whispered to herself, her voice low and bitter. "All he wanted was my body to sate his lust…"

She turned her gaze away, her mind replaying the events of the previous day—the way Wang Li had overpowered her, taken what he wanted without any regard for her feelings or her life. The anger she felt toward him was undeniable, but as she glanced down at her stomach, a new feeling began to take root.

Her hand moved instinctively to her belly, resting against the still-flat surface as she whispered softly, almost to herself. "If I'm carrying his child… I won't pass my grudge onto you."

She closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within her. The thought of being pregnant with Wang Li's seed both terrified and confused her, but she couldn't bring herself to hate the innocent life that might be growing inside her. Whatever happened from here, she would protect that child, no matter what.

Meanwhile, back at the hut, Wang Li and Xia Qingwu continued to share their intimate moment. Their lips parted, but they remained close, their foreheads resting against each other as they savored the warmth of their reunion.

"I missed you," Xia Qingwu whispered, her breath hot against his lips. "I've been so worried since you disappeared."

"I missed you too," Wang Li murmured, his voice soft but firm. He stroked her hair gently, taking comfort in her presence.

For a few more moments, they simply held each other, but then Wang Li's expression darkened. He pulled back slightly, his tone shifting as he spoke more seriously.

"Qingwu, I need to tell you something important," he said, his voice steady but tense. "Lin Yun is back."

Xia Qingwu froze, her eyes widening in shock. "Lin Yun? But… you defeated him. He was destroyed—how could he return?"

"I don't know how," Wang Li admitted, his expression grim. "But it was him. He set the trap that brought me here. He's been planning this for some time, and he's more dangerous now than he was before."

Xia Qingwu's heart raced as she processed the information. Lin Yun had been one of their greatest enemies, a powerful cultivator who had caused them no end of trouble. Wang Li had defeated him in a decisive battle, or so they had thought. The idea that he could have survived, that he was back and plotting against them, sent a chill down her spine.

"We can't let him continue," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We need to get you back to the Holy Devil Dragon Sect so you can fully recover. We'll deal with Lin Yun together."

Wang Li nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of trust and resolve. "Take me back to the sect," he said. "We need to prepare."

Without another word, Xia Qingwu stood, gathering her qi as she enveloped Wang Li in a protective aura. Her energy surrounded him, supporting his weakened body as she lifted them both into the air. Together, they rose above the trees, flying swiftly toward the Holy Devil Dragon Sect's base.

As they soared through the skies, Wang Li's thoughts drifted. His body was still weak, his meridians far from fully healed, but he trusted Xia Qingwu to get him to safety. They would regroup, and then they would face whatever Lin Yun had planned.

However, one thing Wang Li didn't know was that the woman he had forced himself upon—the farmer's wife—would one day give birth to his child. That child, growing up in this quiet village, would carry the bloodline of a cultivator.

And one day, that child would grow into a formidable warrior, a figure of strength and power that would shake the very foundations of the world Wang Li and Xia Qingwu had built.

But for now, Wang Li flew away, oblivious to the life he had left behind in the village.


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