158: This person will certainly not renege on their debt!

When Qin Feng once again ended the thirteenth round with a "Dihu"...

*Clatter.*

A soft sound.

It was the jade tile in Lin Yao's hand, sliding weakly onto the table.

Her eyes were lifeless as she slumped in her chair like a cat with its bones removed.

"I'm not playing anymore..."

The Little Vixen's voice carried a hint of a sob.

"I'm never playing again..."

"Senior Brother, you're a bully..."

Ye Nianxin also set down her tiles. Her eyes, usually as gentle as water, were now filled with grievance, their rims red enough to break one's heart.

Only Zhao Muxue still tightly gripped the tiles in her hand.

That Warm Jade tile was nearly crushed into powder by her terrifying strength as a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Cultivator.

Her delicate body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't anger.

Rather, it was a massive sense of shame and... powerlessness brought about by having her proud self-esteem as a Tribulation Crossing Great Power and the Peak Master of Qingxin Peak completely crushed.

Qin Feng looked at their reactions and finally smiled with satisfaction.

He stood up, walked behind The Three Women, and spread his arms as if to pull them, along with the "spoils" on the table, into his embrace.

His voice, carrying the joy and indulgence of a victor, slowly rang in their ears.

"My three wives."

"It seems Husband has won this round."

Qin Feng's victor's declaration was like a feather landing on a string already stretched to its limit.

It completely snapped the final psychological defense of The Three Women.

"Waaah—!"

Lin Yao was the first to lose it, collapsing onto the table and crying out in grievance.

Of course, it was the kind with "loud thunder but no rain."

"Bad Senior Brother! Stinky Senior Brother! You only know how to bully us!"

"The three of us sisters worked so hard and finally were about to win a hand, but then you jumped out and intercepted it!"

"Are you even a man?! Couldn't you have let us win just once?!"

As she wailed, she pounded her small fists on the priceless table made from a single piece of Warm Jade.

Ye Nianxin's eyes were also red. She walked to Qin Feng's side, gently tugged at his sleeve, and pleaded in a small, aggrieved voice that sounded like it was about to drip with tears.

"Junior Brother... we, we admit defeat."

"That bet... can it, can it not count?"

She looked up with her soft, moving face, her eyes misty and her appearance so pitiful it would make even a man with a heart of stone feel relenting.

However, Qin Feng only smiled.

He reached out and indulgently flicked Ye Nianxin's upturned nose.

"Nianxin Little Sweetheart, that won't do."

"Accepting defeat is the most basic character of a Cultivator."

After saying that, his gaze fell upon the queen Revered Master who had remained silent from beginning to end, her body trembling slightly.

Zhao Muxue slowly raised her head.

Her cold and beautiful face was now completely flushed, though whether from anger or shame was unclear.

Those phoenix eyes, a mix of ice and fire, glared fixedly at Qin Feng. Within them, shame, resentment, frustration... all sorts of emotions intertwined, finally turning into a resigned sense of self-abandonment.

"Hmph!"

She gave a heavy, cold snort and suddenly stood up.

"Regarding the bet, This Seat naturally won't go back on my word!"

She held her snowy-white neck high, like a proud but defeated white swan.

"Isn't it just... isn't it just wearing those shameless clothes?"

"This Seat will wear them!"

She spoke with absolute determination.

Only her ears, which were quietly turning red enough to bleed, and her tightly clenched jade-like hands with whitening knuckles, betrayed her internal turmoil.

Seeing her Queen Wife so "heroically sacrificing" herself...

Lin Yao's crying stopped abruptly.

Ye Nianxin also shrank her neck, not daring to plead any further.

"Good! As expected of my wife Xue'er!"

"..."