Chapter Thirty-Three: Almost Ready to Register the Marriage

Fu Wenhan came back to himself from his thoughts when she tugged at his sleeve.

Jun Wan accepted the communication pearl and held it before her eyes, examining it with curiosity. Even she had never seen such a thing before. By the time she looked up, Wang Yue had already vanished.

“Alas, it’s difficult. At present, I can only besiege the city while continually relocating troops and civilians here and opening up the wilderness. The most troublesome problem now isn’t how to capture the Dutch fortress, but where to obtain enough provisions.”

“Of course.” Fang Cheng replied with a smile and followed the half-grown boy all the way to the parlor.

Another furious roar exploded through the air. Bruno controlled the enormous incarnation of water, which suddenly burst into dazzling radiance. Its power and aura grew even stronger, and then it charged straight toward Leviathan.

Cang Yun forcibly dispelled his golden body and sword energy, leaving only his battered physical form to face the phantom of the Beast of the Sea of Bitterness. The beast had already been covered in wounds from the blue golden body’s attacks, and when the pain abruptly ceased, it became utterly frenzied and lunged at Cang Yun.

Yet despite the chaos they had caused, the Nine Grievances Demon Palace showed them no mercy and offered them no chance to surrender. After all, they were the chief culprits responsible for turning the creatures of this world into casualties, and the Demon Palace itself was hardly benevolent. In the star region, the Nine Grievances Demon Palace was already known as an “evil colossus” that struck fear into everyone’s heart.

Everyone turned to look at Dexter, apparently hoping to hear some word of rebuttal from him.

The zombies were drawing near. Fang Cheng led his seventy-two Earthly Fiends in a slow retreat, inching backward until they reached the edge of the enormous pit. By then, nearly all the zombies had arrived, and only a sparse few continued to stagger in from behind.

“When it comes to selling goods, three parts are truth and seven parts are lies. If this garment really rivals an Imperial Ultimate Defensive Divine Artifact, would the shopkeeper be willing to put it up for sale?” Jiang Tian shook his head. “How much?”

The ten Demon-Snake Ancestors seemed to grasp Cang Yun’s intent and began to rotate. A purple vortex of magical power formed at their center. Cang Yun leaped into the vortex, and his body began to rise, moving farther and farther from the purple crystal until he became no more than a tiny violet point of light.

At first, she had thought the proprietress merely pitied her because she was young. She had even worried that the woman might change once she grew older. It was only after meeting Mu Qingqing that she finally felt reassured. Mu Qingqing had a sweet face and an exceptionally beautiful voice. She could sing lovely songs, though she did not know how to play the qin.

Gu poison, gu arts, every manner of venom—Zhao Zixian could think of no solution and could not help cursing inwardly. He was reminded of everything that had happened before and after he was afflicted with the love gu, as well as the time he had nearly lost his life when it first erupted.

As soon as Xia Haoran finished speaking, two security personnel outside had already brought in tables and chairs and arranged them neatly before the podium.

That had truly frightened her. Fortunately, nothing had happened; otherwise, she would have been tormented by guilt for the rest of her life.

“You really chatted with her?” Ming Ke still found it somewhat unbelievable. Logically, she should have been the first to sense the existence of Wu Xianghui’s wisp of consciousness, so if anyone were to speak with her, it ought to have been Ming Ke. How had Zhao Zixian managed to get there first? She could not understand it.

After returning to the Church of the Holy Hall, Xiang Ye collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. When he awoke at noon, he discovered Xuedai lying sideways with her head on his chest.

Chen Qing thought Deng Jianhua was deliberately refusing to sell something, claiming he did not have it because the price was too low and he wanted to drive it higher.

Chen Manfei had not yet clearly seen what was inside, but she hurriedly supported Elder Zhao. Trembling, he took a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out several pills, and stuffed them into his mouth.