Chapter 32: The Marriage Proposal

The heavy solid wood door clicked shut, leaving the two of them alone in the vast space, intertwined.

The searing heat of his hand against her waist was impossible to ignore. Gu Lingyi reached down, her fingers brushing against Fu Linyuan’s long ones as she pried his grip away. Her cheeks puffed out slightly. "It tickles."

She shifted, attempting to climb off Fu Linyuan’s lap, but was held back by his sturdy arms. Fu Linyuan half-enfolded her, lifting her by the crook of her knees to adjust her posture, settling her firmly against his chest.

Lin Cong nodded to himself. As the saying goes, a fall into a pit makes you wiser; having suffered a loss once, he would certainly not repeat such a foolish mistake.

His hair, while not reverting to a dramatic black, had lost its sickly, dull grey cast. Even more surprisingly, the age spots on his face had completely vanished.

"Extraordinary!" At that moment, Chen Fan appeared beside the Nirvana Pool; even he could sense that this place was truly remarkable.

Tang Feng laughed heartily, then suddenly reached out toward the air. Countless currents of energy converged at his gesture, manifesting as a colossal palm in the sky.

After running for quite some time, they finally stopped at the entrance of a bustling street. The surroundings were filled with brilliant, colorful lanterns, and the passersby were too absorbed in the display to pay them any mind.

Yang Guozhong felt an urge to explode, to scream curses at the top of his lungs, but he didn't dare. He was terrified—just moments ago, he had felt that when Xiao Qubing looked at him, it was as if he were looking at a dead man.

Qin Miao stared in disbelief. Was that not Brother Hulu riding alongside the Prince? With a stern face, furrowed brows, and a solemn expression, he must be frantic because he couldn't find her.

Ying Lie said confidently, "Because everyone who has faced this technique of mine is already dead. The same will be true for you." As he spoke, the radiance of his soul intensified. Lin Tian knew the man was burning his own soul; the longer this continued, the greater the damage to his spirit.

At this moment, the others couldn't help but secretly send transmissions to Luo Feng and Kaga, urging them to exercise restraint, hoping to avoid inciting a disaster.

To control a cultivator’s soul is to hold the power over their life and death, even allowing one to perceive the servant's emotions at any time. This was governed by an ancient servant contract; once signed, there was no way to break it unless the master voluntarily released them.

"Oh, my dear Grand Marshal, whatever you need, just command me. I shall run the errands for you. How could I let a Grand Marshal like yourself trouble yourself?" Wang Ziyu said with extreme humility, half-joking to lighten the atmosphere.

"Extremely powerful? How powerful? Hasn't he been living right under everyone's noses all this time?" Yang Jiye was shocked. He wondered what evidence Wang Ziyu had to reach such a conclusion.

Those with impulsive personalities often act beyond their means, seeking revenge without considering the consequences, caring only for a fleeting moment of satisfaction, regardless of whether they achieve their true goal.

"Many thanks to you, sir, for saving my master. May I ask for your name and hometown, so that my master may repay your kindness in the future?" A young attendant stepped forward and bowed.

Jiang Fengting watched the monk warily. She felt no fluctuations of profound energy from him, yet he had appeared behind them so silently that no one had noticed. He certainly could not be an ordinary person who hadn't opened their Qi Sea to cultivate.

Though she didn't understand what they were discussing, he vaguely remembered hearing the name "Creation Tower" somewhere before.

Earlier on the mountaintop, Great-Uncle Five and the others had discussed major family affairs, but now he wanted to know the more specific details.

Before they even understood what was happening, Ye Wuchen’s mental storm swept their heads away, leaving behind five headless corpses.

Therefore, sea beasts or cultivators could easily follow these leaking traces of spiritual energy to track their way here.

Because of these evil creatures blocking his path, Ye Wuchen could not see the surrounded Starry Sky Spirit cultivators; he could only sense their presence.