The Invincible Supreme Medical God

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"Wu Wu!"

Countless moments had passed before the two of them decided to part ways!

"Cough!" Yuhe was almost out of breath.

"You bastard, let go of me!" Yuhe awkwardly sobered up.

Qing Shui nervously withdrew his hands, his hand still lingering on Yu He’s slender scarf. Just as Qing Shui loosened his grip, he couldn’t help but recall the exquisite delicacy of her light intoxication, filled with fragrance. When he raised his head, he saw the complex expression in Yu He’s eyes.

What is happening to me? I’ve always allowed this little guy to take advantage of me, and he’s getting bolder. But, what did that question earlier mean? Why didn’t I struggle? We can’t go on like this; things will only get worse. As Yuhe panicked, all these thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly.

"I’m sorry, I love you, I truly love you!" "I’m sorry, I love you. I really love you!"

Qing Shui’s words spilled out without any conscious intention, but were wrapped in truth and sincerity.

Yuhe lowered his head, saying nothing.

"I know this is the time I should apologize to you, but I still have to tell you. I really love you—I love your appearance, I love your personality, I love your wisdom. I don’t want to find any excuses. I admit I’m full of desire, a hungry guy who always loses himself when he sees something beautiful. Even so, whenever I look at you, I feel a tug in my heart. If you fell in love with someone else, I would find it unbearable. I don’t know what to say." Qing Shui said bitterly, self-mockingly.

As Yuhe looked at Qing Shui, his jaw slightly dropped. Although he knew that in the world of the Nine Great Continents there were many people, this was the first time he heard someone openly admit to being lecherous. What’s more, this guy confessed to a girl that he could be moved when he looked at other beautiful girls. Was he crazy or was he sincere?

Is he an idiot, or is he genuinely sincere, or is he just very confident?

But none of that mattered anymore; what mattered was that this guy had already left an indelible mark on his heart. Regarding this situation, Yuhe was completely at a loss.

Qing Shui glanced at Yu Yu’s expression, and after some hesitation, reached out to straighten the wrinkled armor. The gaze of reluctance appeared in his eyes, making Yuhe’s heart beat faster again. Why are his eyes so clear?

Qing Shui, Jie Jie, thank you for your thoughts. You love me, I am pleased to hear that, but you don’t know that Jie Jie is a widow... This lifetime, I will never be able to be with another man again. He gently caressed Qing Shui’s face.

A widow. Qing Shui was not terribly shocked by this news because he saw that Yuhe was almost 30 years old, his body graceful and elegant; how could he still be single? However, he was still somewhat surprised by the revelation.

While one couldn’t say that genders are absolutely equal, the social customs of the Nine Great Continents still prevailed. In this cultivation-dominated world, there are still some alchemists who are the clan leaders/sectors of their groups...

However, some people’s positions are somewhat awkward—those who are widows. In the world of the Nine Great Continents, widows are considered to be inauspicious. The younger the widow, the more they seem to lack sense. No matter how charming, enticing they might be, most men still cannot accept this.

If a widow wants to marry again, they have to seek the permission of their former husband’s family. This is an ancient tradition. However, over time, this rule has seen some adjustments. It gradually becomes the sole privilege of wealthy families. This means, once a girl marries into a status and power-laden family, even if the groom dies, she isn’t allowed to remarry. Even if that girl and the man weren’t genuinely married, only betrothed, if the man dies, the widow still isn’t allowed to remarry. Then that woman will enter their male companion’s home as a plaything, with a fate worse than death.

Of course, if an alchemist’s family has equal power and authority, there are no other restrictions.

Qing Shui looked at Yuhe’s tear-stricken face, her alluring neckline and cleavage, wondering. Who was his fortunate yet unfortunate former husband?

"I don’t care if you’re a widow. I just want to protect you, I wish for you to spend more time with me. Interact with you, see your smile, hear your voice. Every time you chuckle, my heart trembles. I don’t think I could live without you!" Qing Shui held onto the hand still stroking his.

Yuhe did not struggle, listening to Qing Shui’s confession, Yuhe’s graceful face gazed at Qing Shui, his eyes complex.

Bitterly shaking his head, "Qing Shui, you’re still young... A few years from now, you will forget this feeling about Jie Jie. You should now focus on your career and cultivation. I’m just a flower that is about to wither, not just that flower, but those people will never allow me to remarry."

Qing Shui furrowed his brow, even though he knew about the customs, it was his first time directly facing them. One could consider him in a difficult position, for Qing Shui really hoped that Yuhe could become his.

Initially, Qing Shui was sure there was nothing between them before stepping into the Yan Family. However, after meeting Wenren Wushuang and Baili Jingwei, his way of thinking changed slightly. Qing Shui, from his past life, knows about influence. The same is true for the world of the Nine Great Continents. Although Qing Shui did not want to rely on external factors to eliminate enemies, he also did not want to suppress his feelings. If one day, his power reached its peak, he would set his own rules and establish his own customs.