Chapter 34: You Actually Got Married?

Seeing how serious she was, Wen Zongfu dared not tease her any further. He obediently took off his shirt, revealing the shocking wounds he had sustained while fighting to the death in his desperate attempt to earn merit and return home. Jiang Mi caught sight of the two deep knife gashes; the dried blood from the stitches still clung to the skin. One wound ran from his shoulder down to his lower back, while the other marred his waist and abdomen.

"It looks severe, but it’s actually nothing at all..."

This century-old Flame Fire Crystal was all he possessed; if he lost this, his trip to the Gu Fighting Tournament would have been in vain.

Although Zhang Hao tried his best to put on a friendly expression, the eerie, ghostly green light cast a sinister, reaper-like pall over him. Huang Jinping, who had never dealt with the police in his life, immediately lost his nerve.

It was too late for Luo Jiutian to stop them. Although they were quite a distance away, no one present was an ordinary person; all heads turned in unison toward their direction.

The six Southern Water White Apes beat their chests with a thunderous, booming sound. With blood-red eyes, they took long, heavy strides toward the crowd.

The Demon Wolf glared at the Great Master Xiji Rannu with cold, murderous intent; all the Four Pole Divinities bore an indelible connection to the fall of the powerful warriors of the Jiuli Clan.

Many of those present were visibly moved to see Jing Ye today. They had intended to invite the white-robed monk to take the seat of honor, but when Bu Se saw his martial uncle, the monk Wujie, he refused to sit in the primary seat. After some polite pushing and pulling, Qilin insisted on pulling Jing Ye aside to sit.

Around the Mysterious Feather Spirit Pearl, the cold mist condensed once more, forming droplets of transparent spiritual energy. The unevenly formed droplets were absorbed into the main pearl, while the uniform ones remained within the Jade Mansion. These newly generated, evenly sized droplets were slightly larger and more crystalline than the previous ones.

Wei Qilang played his instrument while gazing at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. Though she felt quite shy, a sense of daring stirred within her. After a moment of hesitation, she summoned her courage and sang the previous poem again, matching it to the current melody.

Just as Zhen Shifeng was filled with complaints, the notification for a communication request rang out again. This time it was not the man in sunglasses, but Chu Feiyan. At least, Brother Feng did not have the guts to hang up on her.

Seeing his expression, Nangong Hongdou seemed to have a sudden pang of conscience, and for the first time ever, she refrained from making any sarcastic remarks.

Zhao Ziyue was speechless, thinking to himself that this madwoman had truly lost her mind. The demon within her had been unleashed by his own hand.

Xiong Kun watched Han Feng, who remained oblivious as he continued to control the twenty-four wolf-tooth blades flying through the air with his spiritual sense. Terror gripped his heart; he looked at Han Feng as if he were a desperate demon cultivator ready to detonate his own Golden Core at any moment, and he could not help but slowly retreat.

However, as the two approached the direction of Seven Kills City, they discovered over a dozen streaks of light flying rapidly toward them.

Having observed the restriction tokens earlier, Mo Qingyun and Chen Sai realized their caves were nearby, which would allow them to look out for one another.

"Not only that, but you must immediately petition Pompey to request that the Kingdom of Ubertania be used as a settlement for the Purple Sail Pirates," Carabis demanded, taking a bite of his hardtack.

After Li Jing understood the stakes involved, he cast a look of gratitude and relief toward Wang Wei.

"So that’s it, it’s a sacrificial strategy!" Elizabeth’s eyes brightened as she realized what Zhang Wei was planning.

"No! With your level of cultivation, going over there is just throwing your life away!" Yun Ting grabbed Han Feng, refusing to let him move forward.

Fu Tianji did not speak; he raised his wine cup and took another large gulp. Half of the jar was already gone. Uncle Long, unable to hold his liquor, excused himself and returned to his room to rest.

Having reached this point, she stopped, seemingly finding it difficult to continue, perhaps because the reason was simply too bizarre.