Chapter 393 Three Women Equal Danger

Chen Fei stood at the gate of Shaocui Peak, speechless at the sight before him.

A crowd of disciples had blocked the entrance.

“Senior Brother Chen, we just dropped by to say hello. Don’t let us hold you up. Would you care to join us for a drink?”

“Congratulations on overwhelming the evil cultivators. If you ever need help, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll take my leave now.”

One by one, the core disciples stepped forward to offer polite words before departing.

Though Chen Fei rarely showed his face in the Tianqing Holy Land, he had single-handedly upheld the Qin family’s entire business network in Huangwu City. Naturally, he understood social etiquette.

Still, he hadn’t expected the disciples of Tianqing to be this direct in their approach.

“This is exactly why I hate dealing with people,” Cold Moon said icily, her eyes flashing with disdain.

Chen Fei’s gaze instinctively flicked to her abdomen.

The look made Cold Moon subconsciously step aside, then snapped:

“What are you looking at!”

“Thinking about how to purge the baleful energy… It won’t be easy,” Chen Fei said, frowning.

It was clear that Qin Shuang had used some forbidden technique on Cold Moon. If it wasn’t handled properly, her injury could become far worse.

Cold Moon scoffed and walked straight into the courtyard.

As a core disciple, Chen Fei’s residence on Shaocui Peak had multiple rooms, some of which were prepared for attendants.

In fact, many outer disciples dreamed of becoming a core disciple’s servant—a path to instant elevation.

Especially since the rise of Gong Tianshou, countless outer disciples envied him and were desperate for Chen Fei to choose them next.

And then there were the female disciples, who saw Chen Fei as the ideal man—handsome, strong, and young. Practically a dream prince!

Chen Fei, unaware of all this speculation, followed Cold Moon into the courtyard.

“I’m taking this room,” Cold Moon declared, choosing the one next to Chen Fei’s.

“Sure.” He had no objections.

But just as he answered, Miao Yue stormed in, her face dark.

“No! I’m staying in that room!”

Chen Fei felt an immediate headache.

“Cold Moon is seriously injured. You—” he turned to Miao Yue and then glared at Miao Teng, who stood behind her.

Miao Teng avoided eye contact, staring up at the sky, clearly guilty. Miao Yue’s quick arrival was definitely his doing.

At first, Miao Teng had been surprised to see Cold Moon trailing behind Chen Fei. After all, the Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Blooming was major news at the Holy Land.

But soon, he realized something was off and immediately ran to inform Miao Yue.

She rushed over without delay.

Anyone who said there was nothing between Chen Fei and Cold Moon clearly didn’t know what they were talking about!

Miao Yue wasn’t taking chances.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she declared,

“My lady ordered me to keep an eye on you!”

Chen Fei’s headache worsened.

Cold Moon, for once, didn’t back down. Normally she might have stepped aside, but today she was unusually assertive, walking directly toward the room.

Miao Yue’s eyes narrowed and she prepared to charge after her.

Chen Fei quickly stepped in to block her.

“No need for that. There’s another room available.”

Miao Yue gave him a tearful look.

With great effort and gentle coaxing, Chen Fei finally got her to settle down.

As he turned to deal with the root of all this chaos, Miao Teng was already gone, having seized the moment to flee—denying Chen Fei the chance to vent his anger.

All Chen Fei could do was sigh.

What a mess. Seriously, what a mess.

Even worse, he could feel the two women inside their separate huts exchanging spiritual energy—clearly competing with each other.

“Good thing nothing valuable is inside, or I’d have to explain everything to the Inspectorate.” Chen Fei muttered, shaking his head.

He decided to ignore them.

Let them fight. Worst case, if they destroy the huts, he’d just use his core disciple privileges to rebuild and cover the fines.

Just as Chen Fei was mentally bracing himself, the courtyard gate was knocked on again.

Thinking it might be Gong Tianshou and Dong Feng, he quickly opened the door, full of hope.

A third party was exactly what he needed right now.

A third party did come… just not the one he wanted.

“Junior Brother Chen, what’s with that expression? Are you not happy to see me?” the Ziyang Saintess smiled seductively at him, her eyes gleaming.

Chen Fei immediately tried to close the door, but she raised her hand to block it.

“Come on now, we’ve shared life-and-death battles together. Don’t be so heartless!”

Life-and-death battles? Please. We’re not even that close.

“Let’s talk another day,” Chen Fei said curtly, trying to shut the door again.

But the Ziyang Saintess pushed the door open and casually strolled inside, looking around the courtyard.

“Nice place you’ve got. I’ve been here before but never really looked around properly.”

Then she began walking straight toward Chen Fei’s private room.

That’s when he felt a deep sense of dread rising inside.

And sure enough…

As soon as the Ziyang Saintess stepped into the courtyard, both Cold Moon and Miao Yue opened their doors at the same time.

“Witch! What are you doing here!?” Miao Yue’s face darkened, full of fury.

Cold Moon didn’t speak, but her icy expression made her stance very clear.

The Ziyang Saintess clearly expected this, and didn’t even bother acknowledging Miao Yue. Instead, she casually sat down in a rattan chair.

“Oh? You two are here too? Looks like this place is livelier than I thought.”

Chen Fei stood frozen at the door.

Nothing seemed out of place in the courtyard…

But he could clearly sense the killing intent swirling all around.

Danger! Extreme danger!

They say three women make a drama—but three Dao Realm women, who all don’t get along?

That’s a death sentence.

At that exact moment, Wang Feng arrived.

From his expression, it was clear his soul fusion was going well—his face looked much more animated.

“Congratulations, Junior Brother Chen. An awe-inspiring victory! It’s a shame I’m still nurturing this body and couldn’t attend the festivities.” He cupped his hands respectfully.

To Chen Fei, Wang Feng was like a lifeline.

He immediately grabbed his hand with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Senior Brother Wang! Perfect timing! Weren’t you saying you wanted to visit Tianxin Pavilion? Let’s go! Now!”

Wang Feng, still getting used to his body, was slightly confused.

“Junior Brother Chen, what are you talking about—?”

Then he felt it.

Three sharp, hostile glares pierced through him.

He turned toward the courtyard.

Cold Moon’s face was icy as ever.

Ziyang Saintess wore a sly, knowing smile.

Miao Yue looked like she wanted to burn the whole place down.

Wang Feng suddenly felt his soul destabilizing.

His face stiffened.

“I… I think I came at a bad time.”