Outside, in the teahouse, Yu Yaonu lay scattered everywhere, still suppressed by Wen Shubai’s overwhelming pressure, writhing in agony and crying out in pain.
Wen Mian had taken off one of her little rabbit-embroidered shoes and was squatting down, tapping each of them on the head.
“Naughty! Naughty! You’re naughty! Bullying my mother, you’re naughty!…”
Wen Shubai patiently waited for a while until his daughter had her fill of fun, then turned and flicked his sleeve.
“Fang Jixue and I haven’t met for over a hundred years. Now that he’s getting married, he’s instead sent me an excellent meeting gift. How thoughtful.”
Zhuang Yanxin, still rolling on the ground, now had disheveled hair, a small shoe print on her forehead, and the hand struck by the sealed meridian technique had turned from red to black, half of her body stiff as a charred log.
She finally realized what the so-called Brahma Heaven Palace was.
It was the sacred ground where Northern Profound Realm’s savior ancestor resided!
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to hold back a breath, clutching her already blackened “braised chicken claw” as she tearfully pleaded:
“Sword Sovereign, please wait! I am the direct disciple of Thousand Machines Sect’s Princess Nanchan. My master often says that fellow cultivators of Northern Xuan share the same breath and branches. I beg the Sword Sovereign to show mercy and remove the sealed meridian technique from this junior.”
Wen Shubai stopped and glanced back at the claw. “What’s a Troublesome Princess?”
The sealed meridian technique on Zhuang Yanxin’s hand wasn’t originally a powerful spell, but someone had twisted it with extra force before using it.
Like using a meat cleaver to chop ants – vicious and ruthless.
The technique was quite similar to that woman who had been dead for a long, long time.
Between the slight frown of his brows, his spiritual sense lightly swept through his bosom, and understanding dawned in his heart.
Chu Weiliang, I’ve been summoning your soul for a thousand years without any response, as if you were completely gone without a trace.
Now that Fang Jixue is getting married, you immediately decide to come rolling back?
Wen Shubai remained indifferent, took his daughter’s small hand, tucked Chu Weiliang into his bosom, flicked his sleeves, and walked out the door.
In the capital Moon City of Galan Kingdom, the streets were bustling with activity.
Wen Shubai walked unhurriedly with his daughter through the market streets, heading on foot toward their residence in the detached courtyard.
This was Wen Mian’s first time descending the mountain, and she was incredibly excited. Tilting her head, she tugged at her father’s sleeve.
“Daddy, is the Thousand Machines Sect Master’s bride pretty?”
Wen Shubai was somewhat distracted, seemingly thinking about things unsuitable for a child to know.
He answered casually: “Haven’t seen her.”
Wen Mian asked again: “Daddy, what kind of clothes will the bride wear at the wedding?”
Wen Shubai snapped back to attention and thought for a moment: “Well… pink…”
Little girls all like pink.
“What about the Sect Master uncle?”
“Green. The greener he is, the better.”
Chu Weiliang, crouched in Wen Shubai’s bosom, pinched her nose: …
And so, father and daughter ate and shopped, leisurely strolling until the moon hung over the willow branches before finally returning to the detached courtyard to rest.
After all the disciples had withdrawn to their respective rooms, Wen Shubai entered his room, closed the door, took Chu Weiliang out from his bosom, and tossed her onto the floor.
She landed, spun around, and resumed human form. Staggering, her feet still unsteady and head dizzy, she heard a command from behind:
“Get on the bed.”
Chu Weiliang:!!!
Her feet immediately took root, refusing to move.
Who would have thought that the esteemed Sword Sovereign of Northern Profound Realm, said to have attained the Supreme Emotionless State and only suppressing a heavenly tribulation away from ascension to godhood, would privately have such indescribable preferences with a piece of wood!
What to do?
Wen Shubai, seeing her rooted to the spot, frowned impatiently.
“Stupid wood, no matter how much I teach you, you never learn. Go over.”
With that, he waved his sleeve in a summoning gesture.
Chu Weiliang was swept up with a “whoosh” by the broad sleeve of his robe and flung onto the bed.
“Lie still.”
Wen Shubai’s voice was low and firm. With a press of his palm, her head was firmly pinned against the pillow.
Her legs still struggled to kick.
Wen Shubai straightened his fingers. “Stop moving.”
Those two legs could no longer move either.
She tried to push herself up with her hands.
Wen Shubai flicked his fingers once more.
Slap!
Her arms splayed out, forcibly arranged into a spread-eagle position.