Under the gaze of the entire crowd, a figure wreathed in violet lightning walked through the air from afar.
“She’s coming again—what’s with all this drama?”
Yu Siya frowned slightly and mumbled under her breath.
Although the Heavenly Fox Secret Technique she cultivated was powerful, it couldn’t stir up such heaven-and-earth phenomena. Compared to this apocalyptic thunder and lightning, her entrance felt far less overwhelming.
“So fake!”
“I really want to punch her right now.”
Lin Wanqing and Zhao Lingxuan also clenched their teeth in frustration, especially when they saw Xia Feng’s stunned expression—as if he were seeing a goddess descend from the heavens. That only made them more dissatisfied.
In truth, they could’ve made their own entrances just as spectacular.
But one was ice, the other fire. If they made a show like that, the citizens of Xingyu City wouldn’t be able to handle it.
A thousand miles frozen.
A thousand miles scorched.
That kind of scene would be dramatic, yes, but the people of Xingyu City probably wouldn’t survive it.
Unlike the one approaching now—despite the thunder and lightning, everything stayed within control and caused no harm to the people below.
“So impressive…”
Xia Feng looked at the figure walking through the sky, full of admiration.
But for him, this was just an unreachable dream.
To walk in the air like that, one had to at least reach the realm of Martial Grandmaster.
With his talent, it was hard enough just becoming a martial artist, let alone a Martial Grandmaster.
Still… who was this person?
Why had she come?
Could it be… for me again?
Xia Feng silently speculated, and an intense premonition filled his heart—this person was definitely here for him.
At first glance, she seemed distant, still at the edge of the sky—yet in the next instant, she appeared outside the restaurant.
A single thought covered a thousand miles.
That was a power only Martial Venerables possessed.
Yunshan and the Grand Elder of the Mist Mountain Sect, who had only just left, stopped in their tracks and turned back with shocked expressions.
“Another one?”
The Grand Elder felt his scalp tingle.
Yunshan frowned slightly.
What on earth was happening in this little Xingyu City today? Why were so many prodigies showing up?
Could they really all be coming for Xia Feng?
At the same time, the Martial Grandmasters and Martial Venerables of nearby sects also turned toward Xingyu City.
Such intense thunder energy had never appeared within a ten-thousand-mile radius.
An outsider?
Why had they come?
With that thought, experts from all major sects began flying toward Xingyu City to investigate.
Meanwhile, the lightning-wrapped figure had already arrived outside the restaurant.
“It’s a girl. And she’s beautiful.”
“Could she be another Holy Maiden from some sacred land?”
“Don’t tell me… she’s also here for Xia Feng?”
As she got closer, everyone could finally see her face clearly. A perfect oval-shaped face, large eyes, fair skin, and a stunning figure clad in a flowing violet dress.
With brilliant violet lightning dancing around her, she looked like the goddess of thunder herself.
Everyone was awestruck.
She looked young, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, but the power she carried made others feel ashamed.
As she neared the restaurant, the lightning surrounding her gradually faded, and the dark clouds above dispersed, restoring the clear sky.
She flew straight in through the window. Her violet eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Xia Feng. Then, her delicate face lit up with a radiant smile like a blooming flower.
“Husband!”
With a flash, she appeared before Xia Feng, naturally looping her arm through his and calling out intimately.
“Um… hello, miss.”
Xia Feng didn’t know what to say. Each one of them left him increasingly confused.
“Call me wife.”
She stomped her foot and pouted.
The situation gave everyone a strange sense of déjà vu.
The Holy Maidens of Heavenly Fox, Extreme Ice, and Heavenly Fire had all said the same thing… and made the same move.
“Uhh… haha.”
Xia Feng forced a dry laugh, trying to dissolve the awkwardness.
“Do you think we don’t exist?”
Zhao Lingxuan, the hot-tempered Holy Maiden of Heavenly Fire, immediately stood up and roared.
“Don’t touch my husband.”
“Get away from my husband.”
Yu Siya and Lin Wanqing also protested and shouted.
The girl turned to look at them, a hint of surprise in her delicate face. She said calmly, “So you’re here too?”
“We arrived long before you,” Yu Siya said proudly.
The girl replied flatly, “If I hadn’t been far away, would I have let you get ahead?”
The three were momentarily speechless. In terms of speed, they really couldn’t compare to her.
“But arriving first doesn’t mean winning first. The one husband will ultimately marry is definitely me.”
After speaking, she turned to Xia Feng again, her face blooming with another sweet smile and her tone turning incredibly gentle. “Right, husband?”
“Well… today’s weather is quite nice.”
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“You—!”
The three Holy Maidens looked like they were about to charge forward again.
Did he really think they didn’t exist? And what was with holding her that tightly?
“Calm down, my son doesn’t like it when you girls fight.”
Madam Xia quickly stepped in to stop them.
“Oh…”
The three girls immediately restrained their anger, obediently nodded, and sat back down—but the warning in their eyes as they looked at the newcomer was still sharp.
Unfortunately, the newcomer didn’t care at all. Her gaze shifted to the fading fire wall nearby, and her attention was drawn to the people within.
“Liu Shiyu?”
Her violet eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint arc of lightning seemed to flicker within them.
“Miss…”
Xia Feng saw this and realized Liu Shiyu was about to suffer again. He tried to say something, but the girl interrupted.
“Husband, wait for me.”
With that, she slowly walked toward Liu Shiyu.
“Ugly face, pitiful talent, and you think you’re worthy of breaking off an engagement?”
Her words were even more direct than Zhao Lingxuan’s.
By now, the fire wall had already faded. Liu Shiyu was soaked in sweat, her lips cracked, slumped weakly on the ground. She looked completely drained.
Even so, after hearing the girl’s words, she couldn’t help but clench her fists, rage bubbling up from within.
“Who… are you?”
Her voice was hoarse, and the hatred in her eyes was completely undisguised.
“Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land. Wang Yuwei.”
The girl spoke calmly.
“Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land? One of the Great Xia Empire’s top ten sacred lands.”
“Wang Yuwei? The first Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land. The top heir to the future Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land Holy Master.”
A cry of astonishment rang out from the crowd.
Xia Feng turned and saw it was a stranger—not someone who had been among the restaurant guests earlier.
The man stepped out from the crowd and gave Wang Yuwei a respectful bow. “Sect Master of the Iron Horn Sect, Niu Zhan, greets the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land.”
“Iron Horn Sect Master? The only Martial Venerable within a hundred miles who can rival the Mist Mountain Sect… I didn’t expect even he showed up.”
“He must have rushed over after seeing the thunderstorm when the Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land Holy Maiden appeared.”
The crowd was filled with surprise once more.
Wang Yuwei glanced at him and gave a faint nod. She didn’t say a word—but even that was enough to make Niu Zhan visibly thrilled.
“Kill me or torture me—just get it over with.”
Liu Shiyu had completely given up resisting. These Holy Maidens, in their rush to throw themselves at that piece of trash, always made her their first target.