GRAND ANCESTRAL BLOODLINES

“What are you looking off into the distance for? Your husband is right here, focus,” Ryu’s projection spoke to Ailsa, waving a hand in front of her face.

“You should learn to be less rude to one of the most powerful warriors in Existence, you know,” Ailsa replied after regaining her focus.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I see is a disobedient wife.”

“In that case, do something about it,” Ailsa said with a teasing smile.

“You won’t be so cocky for much longer,” Ryu replied with his own sneer.

“Do you think trillions of years are so easily overwritten?”

“I think you’ve forgotten that our minds are connected. You know, as they say, what’s yours is mine.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work. What’s yours is mine… and because I’m your wife, what’s mine is also mine. I don’t think you’ve read the husband handbook properly. Also, aren’t you a bit too shameless?”

“Shameless? I wouldn’t say so at all. Go find me another Lord capable of parsing through trillions of years of a Dao God’s experience and then you’re free to say that to me.”

Ailsa rolled her eyes. She found that she really couldn’t win an argument with this guy anymore.

Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn’t that she won in the past but that Ryu was too cold, too distant, too arrogant to continue an argument he already had a path to victory in. It was like he felt it was a waste of time.

She could still remember their first interaction was an argument, but Ryu hadn’t even bothered to reply to her final statements.

She had felt quite good after that, but now she was second-guessing it.

Looking toward her husband, and seeing his smile, Ailsa felt like rolling her eyes again.

“Insufferably shameless.”

“Winning an argument doesn’t always mean you’re right,” Ryu said after a while, his smile softening. “Sometimes it isn’t worth it to argue because even if you win, it’s meaningless.”

“Are you saying I’m too stupid to win even with the facts on my side?” Ailsa raised an eyebrow.

Ryu laughed, sweeping his wife’s waist into his arm.

“You’re getting much better at being spoiled. It’s cute.”

Ailsa was stunned for a moment, but this time, her natural response wasn’t to blast Ryu into pieces. As far as Ryu was concerned, this was what they called progress.

“And you’re getting bolder. I still haven’t decided to forgive you.”

“I’ll have trillions of years more to make up for that.”

“Then you go on and wait those trillions of years. A woman of my caliber isn’t so easy to taste.”

Ryu rested his nose in the crook of her neck, taking a light sniff of her delicate scent, feeling the softness of her skin against the tip of his nose and his lips.

It didn’t feel as real as he wanted it to because this was nothing more than a projection. In fact, only Ailsa could truly feel his presence while he was relying on his soul to sense these things.

But it still felt nice to hold his wife nonetheless.

Ailsa rolled her lip.

She would be lying if she said having Ryu hounding her all this time wasn’t nice. She had, of course, been pursued by more men than she could count from the time she was a teenager to this moment today. Countless years had passed since then.

But for one, there was a very good reason Ryu was her Life Partner. When he returned to his truest self, it was as though it was impossible for him to say something she didn’t like no matter what sort of lukewarm reaction she had to it.

And more importantly than that, she had never really given those men the time of day. If they had hounded her like this, they would have long become a mist of blood.

Ryu, though… well, even if she was filled with enough hate to do such a thing to her husband—which which she certainly wasn’t—he was just a projection. She knew that he would form again and act even more shamelessly.

However, that didn’t stop her from being a bit embarrassed. She felt her knees going weak to the touch of a mere projection. It had really been far too long, and this arrogant bastard knew that.

“Truly insufferably shameless…” Ailsa whispered.

“When you’re with me, I don’t care how powerful you are,” Ryu raised his head, softly whispering into her ear. “If you dare to pay attention to other things while we’re on a date again…”

Ryu gave Ailsa’s ass a crisp slap.

She shuddered and then pushed him away.

“You’re getting a little too arrogant,” she said in a fit of anger.

Ryu grinned, the softness of his voice vanishing in favor of laughter.

“Don’t look in that direction again, little lady. We have other things to do. Like finding Yaana! Onward and forwards!”

Ailsa gave Ryu a look and then slowly shook her head.

“Fine.”

The direction she was looking in could have been more obvious. Of course it was the Heavenly Court, and most importantly, what she sensed them doing. She didn’t like it one bit, and she knew that very soon, it would almost certainly affect Ryu.

All this time, Ryu hadn’t talked about what was happening at the Title Stele a single time. A large part of her just wanted to go and observe, but she knew that Ryu wouldn’t allow it.

This barrier, he would cross on his own. If Ailsa were there, she would almost certainly act. And if she acted at the penultimate moment, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to cross that barrier.

There was only one thought in his mind right now, and that was victory.

Victory.

Victory.

Victory.

Victory.

Ailsa didn’t have to interfere at all. That was because today… he would remind her what it felt like to be his wife… what it felt like to be protected to his back.

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