At that moment, deep within Jiang Xuan’s mind, a door locked with iron chains slowly creaked open.
A young man who bore a 90% resemblance to Jiang Xuan stepped out from behind the door.
Following that, some fragmented memories floated before Jiang Xuan’s eyes.
In the memories.
Standing in front of Jiang Xuan was an enormous deep-sea beast.
Its gigantic tentacles enveloped Jiang Xuan’s surroundings.
It appeared ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Above the creature was a tiny, looming figure – none other than the ancient demon deity, Mo Qing Yue.
“See this? The strong fellow from the Evil Clan said this is a divine messenger sent by the gods. They can even help us take the final step towards attaining godhood. Old buddy, do you want to come with me to negotiate with the Evil Clan? If we become gods, we could end this war.”
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Xuan offered no response and lifted his black kn*fe.
In an instant, the spirit within the kn*fe manifested itself.
Next, the black kn*fe slowly descended, sending a tremendous blade energy toward the deep-sea beast.
Reacting swiftly, the deep-sea beast quickly used its tentacles to block, but to no avail. The blade energy split the beast into two.
“You… You… What are you doing?! This is the divine messenger summoned by the Evil Clan; why are you attacking it? I kindly shared with you the chance to become a god; is this how you repay me? Fine, fine, you’ve destroyed my big opportunity. I will make you my demon servant, to properly compensate me!”
Faced with Mo Qing Yue’s words, Jiang Xuan merely frowned and slashed out another blade energy blast. Mo Qing Yue chose to retreat momentarily.
“You wait. I, the demon deity, will definitely take revenge, and I will return.”
After Mo Qing Yue left, the dead sea monster mysteriously revived.
Correctly speaking, a powerful figure had secretly controlled its resurrection.
Jiang Xuan demonstrated his mastery over the “Blade Domain.”
Moments later, thousands of blade energies exploded within the body of the dead sea monster.
Dealing with the sea monster, holy light shone down on Jiang Xuan in the sky.
A colossal twelve-winged angel appeared before him.
The twelve-winged angel emitted a holy glow, indistinguishable from the legendary gods.
Seeing the twelve-winged angel, Jiang Xuan clung onto his black kn*fe, his eyes suddenly filled with a fierce resolve and turned red.
The memory faded just as the appearance of the massive twelve-winged angel occurred.
Jiang Xuan suddenly snapped back to the present.
Holding his black kn*fe, he instantly broke the 99 layers of seals on it.
As the seals broke, the surge of energy from Jiang Xuan startled Mo Qing Yue.
Jiang Xuan thrust the black kn*fe backward. Reacting quickly, Mo Qing Yue let go and withdrew, but Jiang Xuan moved faster, appearing before Mo Qing Yue.
Just as the kn*fe was about to touch Mo Qing Yue, he countered with a phantasmal huge claw. On the side, Liu Yun took advantage of Mo Qing Yue’s distracted attention and unleashed a sweeping sword aura.
“Sigh, I remember now indeed! Two against one? Hmf, when I come next time in person, you two are doomed.”
With those words, Mo Qing Yue vanished.
The little charming blade spirit stood atop Jiang Xuan’s shoulder.
“Master, did you fully regain your memory?
But with your current cultivation level and breaking the 99 seals, you won’t last long…”
Before the little blade spirit finished speaking, Jiang Xuan’s gaze shifted to Liu Yun, panic overtaking him, choosing to run.
But before he could take a single step, he crumbled to the ground.
His black kn*fe resealed, and the blade spirit retreated inside.
Nangong Liu Yun observed these reactions. She approached Jiang Xuan, pinching his face softly, murmuring:
“It seems you’ve regained some memories, but your first reaction was to run away from me. It hurt me deeply. Yet, due to your weakness now, you lack the skill to escape.
Oh well, Mo Qing Yue has escaped. But no matter, I’ve captured others. If you still try to run, after our wedding, it’s time for me to establish my dominance,”
…
When Jiang Xuan woke, Nangong Liu Yun tenderly cared for him.
“Husband, you’re awake… Today is our wedding day. Since you’re up, let’s start the ceremony,”
Jiang Xuan: “…”
“Aaah, whatever you say, wife.”
He surveyed his surroundings and realized he was not in the underground chamber but in the guest room of the Nangong Mansion.
Reflecting on what happened yesterday, he vaguely recalled memories spanning millennia ago, mostly of the sea monster and the twelve-winged angel. Everything else eluded him.
Straightforwardly, Jiang Xuan asked:
“Wife, did I—Did I get kidnapped by the ancient demon deity yesterday?”
“Not a big deal, I chased off the ancient demon. You’ve been unconscious for quite some time. Good thing you woke just as our wedding begins.”
—
After the wedding, guests dispersed. Jiang Yu Yan advised Jiang Xuan:
“I hope you’ll take care of your new wife, dear. If anything goes wrong, come back to Jiang family.”
“Yes, mom.”
Meanwhile, Lan Xin and Jin Lingyun conversed:
“Ningxia, Master’s wedding ended. Why haven’t you made your move?
Now, our master is someone else’s.”
Lan Xin sighed, understanding the complexity:
“We need more strength, Ningxia… We can’t tackle all of them.”
—
In Nangong Mansion, Luo Sheng pondered:
“If Apprentice-sister got married, perhaps I should report to the master.”
—
Back with Jiang Xuan, pulled by Nangong Liu Yun, they headed to the underground chamber:
“Are you planning more… practice?”
“Not exactly… Husband, as today is the wedding, let’s call it ‘practice’.”
Jiang Xuan: “-.-”
Feeling weak himself, Jiang Xuan pleaded gently:
“Wife, I’m still injured. Maybe we could postpone it…”
“Absolutely not—it’s critical. Also, those evil women might come.”
“Yeah, whatever you decide, wife.”
Entering a chaotic room, Jiang Xuan was shocked to see numerous black bags.
Inside each bag were figures. They all struggled, muffled up.
Nangong Liu Yun leaned in:
“Husband, what do you think of my gift?”
Jiang Xuan: “…Like it.”
“Specifically, which one?”
“No… no… Only love you, wife.”
Realizing she had his full attention, Jiang Xuan stood firm.
The trapped women couldn’t contain their emotions. Nangong Liu Yun silenced them and spread her arms:
“Husband, you’ve yet to fulfill our duties here. Let them witness your love.”
Jiang Xuan stuttered:
“Wife, honestly, I’m too weak…”
Caught by Liu Yun again, he muttered:
“Not happening today… I don’t trust you anymore.”
Listening, Jiang Xuan panicked.
