“Intimate little game?”
“You’re insulting me!”
You Yiran’s voice turned completely cold.
This man dared to tease her?
How bold!
Did he really think she, the Empress, wouldn’t dare do anything to him?
She raised her hand, and an immense pressure burst out around her. “Get out!”
“If you dare try this again, I won’t hesitate to hold a ghost marriage!”
Seeing her extreme reaction, Lin Ze scratched his head in confusion.
Then he took out a bottle of homemade bubble water and explained, “Darling, I just wanted to blow bubbles with you. How am I insulting you?”
“Don’t tell me… you were thinking something else?”
Saying that, Lin Ze glanced at You Yiran with a strange expression.
Why did this Empress’s thoughts seem a little dirty?
You Yiran furrowed her brows and snorted coldly, “Stop pretending. You obviously meant that!”
Seeing things had escalated, Lin Ze had no choice but to break off a branch from a potted plant in the room and twist it into a circular ring.
“Watch closely, darling! Huuu…”
“Huh? What’s that?!”
As she watched Lin Ze dip the circular branch into the bubble water, a thin film formed across the opening, glistening with droplets that looked ready to burst at the slightest touch. You Yiran couldn’t help but be intrigued and asked curiously.
She had never seen anything like this—its strange form and scent fascinated her.
Lin Ze proudly said, “Don’t get it, right? This is a new material I developed myself. I call it… Super Invincible Radiant Bubble Water!”
“Super Invincible Radiant Bubble Water?”
“Ahem, yes, exactly!” Lin Ze also felt a bit embarrassed by the name, so he quickly moved to demonstrate.
He puffed out his cheeks and blew into the ring.
At once, a dozen or so colorful bubbles of various sizes floated into the air.
“What is this?” You Yiran’s eyes lit up, clearly very intrigued.
Lin Ze walked around blowing bubbles, and soon the entire bedroom was filled with vibrant, shimmering bubbles.
They floated in the air without popping easily, and under the light, they reflected beautiful colors.
“How… how did you do this?”
You Yiran gently poked one, then caught another carefully in her palm, marveling at the novelty. She had never seen anything like it.
“Hehe! If you’re this curious, why not try blowing one yourself?”
Lin Ze handed her the bubble ring coated in bubble water.
“Me? Forget it.” You Yiran hesitated, reaching up to touch the black veil on her face.
“It’s okay, darling, take it off.”
“I brought this bubble water just so I could see your face.”
“Don’t you want to try it yourself?”
Lin Ze showed a sly smile.
“You…!” You Yiran bit her lip, her chest rising and falling.
Lin Ze’s gaze instinctively locked in—he couldn’t help but swallow.
What a breathtaking sight!
“You’re sure you want to see my real face?” You Yiran sighed.
She wondered if this guy would run away in fear once he saw her disfigured appearance.
“Of course I want to see it! I’ve seen your portrait before, and you were truly peerless—gorgeous beyond compare!”
“Your lips, your waist, beauty that dims the moon and shames the flowers, more dazzling than any fairy!”
Lin Ze was visibly excited.
“Shut up!”
You Yiran shouted, slightly annoyed.
This guy was really getting out of hand with his words.
Lin Ze realized she was right—he shouldn’t rub salt in her wounds like that. The Empress was disfigured, after all.
Besides, a real man didn’t rely on his mouth. He had to take action!
So he stepped forward and boldly lifted the veil from You Yiran’s face.
This crazy move shocked her so much she didn’t even react in time.
What was revealed was a hideous face—rotten flesh and bare bone.
But Lin Ze’s eyes showed no disgust or fear.
Instead, he reached out and gently poked the ghastly wound, his voice soft with pain, “That must’ve hurt a lot. Don’t worry, I’ll heal your face—I swear!”
You Yiran’s heart was suddenly shaken, trembling deeply!
[Ding! Cheek touch +100 points.]
So even that worked?
Lin Ze was just about to touch her face again when You Yiran slapped his hand away.
After all, she was still the Empress—she quickly suppressed her emotions.
She covered her face once more and said coldly, “Stop pretending. No man could look at this face and not feel sick. Even I…”
Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Lin Ze placed the bubble water on the table and said, “Darling, try it out later.”
“It’s actually really fun.”
With that, Lin Ze turned and prepared to leave.
Just as he stepped away, You Yiran spoke, “Go to the Scripture Pavilion and choose a cultivation technique. Consider it… your betrothal gift from me.”
Lin Ze turned back with a faint smile, “So my darling is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.”
“…”
After Lin Ze left the chamber, You Yiran immediately took off her veil, picked up the bubble ring, and gently blew out a breath.
Dozens of radiant bubbles floated around her once again.
The light reflected off them brilliantly, painting the room in shimmering hues.
Her lips curled up, and she let out a soft laugh.
At that moment, her voice, as beautiful as a heavenly melody, echoed across the entire Netherveil Continent:
“I, You Yiran, will hold a grand wedding with the Azure Spirit Holy Land’s Holy Son, Lin Ze, in seven days. All are welcome to attend.”
The announcement stunned every power in the Netherveil Continent!
The sect masters, elders, and disciples from countless sects all gasped in disbelief, wondering if their ears were playing tricks on them.
“My god! What’s happening? The Netherveil Empress is getting married?”
“My goddess! Why is she marrying a human?”
“How can a lowly human be worthy of our noble Empress?!”
“Who the hell is this Lin Ze, and how did he win the Empress’s favor?! I’m so jealous I could grind my back teeth to dust!”
…
While the outside world roared in chaos, Lin Ze had arrived outside the Scripture Pavilion of the Netherveil Palace.
He wanted to pick a powerful martial art—ideally with a name as wild, overbearing, cool, and flashy as possible!
Inside the Scripture Pavilion…
Lin Ze shouted at an elderly man with white hair, “Old man, what did you just call me?”
That old man was Elder Gu Ming, the Scripture Pavilion’s guardian.
Elder Gu Ming looked displeased. “Young man, I didn’t insult you.”
“Bullshit! I asked you what the most badass martial art in the vault was, and what did you say?”
Lin Ze stood with arms akimbo, fuming.
Elder Gu Ming replied sincerely, “Screw your mother!”
“I’ll screw your ancestors!”
“No no, that’s the name of the technique—‘Screw Your Mother!’”
“The first form of the Grass Sword Technique!”
Lin Ze blinked. “Huh?”
Elder Gu Ming shook his head, “Sigh! Kids these days… such twisted minds. Society is doomed…”