Chapter 110: The Marriage Contract

The Thousand Gold Pavilion.

Upon their return, Liu Banxian and his group found that Jiang Wei had indeed been waiting inside for quite some time. Jidou, unusually enthusiastic, walked ahead to greet him, while Jiang Wei appeared reserved, though the flush on his face could not conceal the joy within his heart. After a long separation, the two met again, and Jidou chattered excitedly around him, momentarily forgetting the inner turmoil she had felt upon learning he was an Immortal Lord.

Qin Xiaomo and Liu Banxian soon followed inside. Upon seeing them, Jiang Wei immediately composed himself, adopting a solemn demeanor as he said, “Young Madam, Master Liu, you have returned.”

“Hmm, Immortal Lord, what brings you here this time?” Liu Banxian asked partly in jest, and partly...

“If I stay any longer, more people will be hurt! I never belonged here to begin with. Leaving was inevitable. Now that your illness is cured, I have no reason to remain in Longhai,” Xiao Yunfei said calmly.

“Thank you for the compliment, Assistant Xiao! Oh no—” Wang Wenjing slipped, her body falling toward Xiao Yunfei.

Li Muwen was speaking quietly with Mu Nan, her expression somewhat strange. Then, as if sensing that Mo Fan had awakened, she relaxed and spoke casually.

“What are you doing?” Wang Erlin slapped the table in anger, while Wang Xiesan’s eyes turned a dark black.

Huh? Lin Yumeng felt a sudden unease. The lotus flowers seemed odd today, though she couldn’t quite say why—just a strange feeling. She waved away the flowers, wiped herself off, dressed, and walked out.

I only felt suffocated, overwhelmed by a helplessness I could not shake. I had no idea what to do.

The scenery here was beautiful, especially now. Snowflakes danced wildly, coating the earth in pure white. The trees glittered with crystal-clear ice, evoking the image of jade trees dripping with nectar.

Huang Yuanwu’s face remained expressionless, but his mind raced. So, this was the situation. Hmph, Feng Chaolin had some brains after all. No chance for him in the northwest or northeast, so he was trying to exploit the ties between nations to pressure the Huangsha Kingdom.

Though proud, Feng Chaolin was not ungrateful. Speaking a few kind words on foreign soil wouldn’t harm.

After hearing Zhang Yaowan’s words, the man fell silent. With these two as the vanguard and five hundred elite soldiers nearby, the Haisha Gang and the Tian clan could not make trouble.

Yet he also understood the meaning behind his path of destruction. If the Dao Academy ever turned against him, and he was caught unprepared, he would stand no chance of resistance—capture or death would be unavoidable.

The human race had not yet come into contact with the outside world and knew nothing of cultivation. The Suiren Clan had to explore on their own, hoping to discover a method. After all, he had reached the rank of Great Dao Golden Immortal, capable of sensing the presence of Heaven’s Way, and naturally could glean some simple cultivation techniques.

Of course, the process was far more complicated, with mysteries beyond the understanding of outsiders—only insiders could truly comprehend it.

“Young Master, please just tell me,” Die Meng nodded in agreement, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

Recognizing the newcomer, Chen Zheng’s expression shifted slightly. It was none other than the Iron Lion, missing for several days.

Under the constraints of the senior leaders on both sides, each began setting up camp in their respective positions. Both had spent considerable time reaching the foot of the mountain. The sky had already darkened, and the agreed time for battle was tomorrow. Thus, both sides prepared to rest well tonight and give their all to defeat the other come dawn.

After two years of secluded cultivation, Bai Jianyin’s realm finally stabilized within the legendary Silent Extinction phase, becoming a true top expert within the Demon Suppression Sect. After some discussion among the elder leader and other peak experts, it was decided that Bai Jianyin would officially take the position of head of the West Wind Peak.

As he channeled his true energy to resist the invading chill, suddenly a more malevolent energy struck, penetrating directly into his sea of consciousness.

The Star Devouring Prison Flame Lion feared no one. Once enraged, it was ferocious; even if facing three Martial Emperors, it would bite off a chunk before dying.