Without waiting for Feng Che's reply, she reached for his belt, her hands trembling involuntarily with nervousness, and she couldn't untie it even after trying for a long time.

Feng Che looked at her, chuckled, and grabbed her hand: "Let me do it myself."

Feng Qingxue looked up at him in astonishment, only to see him quickly take off his outer garment. However, his hands did not stop. Feng Qingxue's pupils widened visibly, and in the instant she was stunned, her wedding dress had already fallen to the ground.

His body stiffened, and noticing her change, Feng Che asked again, "Are you stupid?"

"I...I...I..."

Feng Qingxue stammered for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Do you really want to sleep in this bulky wedding dress?"

Feng Qingxue shook her head: "No, no!"

Feng Che suddenly grabbed her hand: "Are you nervous?"

Feng Qingxue nodded, not daring to look up at him.

"I'm actually quite looking forward to it..."

Feng Qingxue looked up at him in surprise, and Feng Che took the opportunity to kiss her, giving her no time to react.

Feng Che gazed at her with some infatuation. She was still the same as she had been two years ago—sweet and soft—making him want to take more.

The red gauze curtains fell, and the room was filled with the flickering red light of candles, swaying precariously in the wind.

Two overlapping shadows in the candlelight, their passion raging, their desires unfulfilled, creating a scene brimming with sensuality.

Half a month has passed.

Thunderclaps echoed through the Dragon Abyss Forest.

Strange phenomena appeared in the sky, alarming the entire celestial realm.

"Ah Chen, it must be that the girl has come out of seclusion. Let's go, let's set off for Dragon Abyss Forest quickly."

With a bang, the door was pushed open mercilessly, and Hei Xiangling rushed into Xiao Yichen's room, only to find it empty.

"Ah Chen?"

"Xiao Yichen?"

Hei Xiangling looked at the empty room with a puzzled expression, then remembered that two days ago, he said that the academy was holding its annual competition again, and as the dean, he naturally had to take charge of the overall situation.

Hei Xiangling then left, trembling.

After she left, Xiao Yichen appeared out of thin air in the room, his steps unsteady.

puff--

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Xiao Yichen knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand. His face was ashen, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

As waves of excruciating pain washed over him, he gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the pain. His trembling hands wiped away the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze became increasingly gloomy as he stared ahead.

After waiting for so long, has this day finally arrived?

He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

He wasn't the only one enduring pain; Ye Qingchen, far away in Sifang City, was also suffering.

He lay in a pool of blood, enduring inhuman pain. His soul was torn to pieces, his bloodied hands clutching his chest, his face deathly pale, his pupils turning a deep purple, revealing a stubborn arrogance.

Just bear with it a little longer, there's one last time!

For her, it's all worth it...

A storm is brewing.

Spiritual cultivators from all corners of the world flocked to the depths of the Dragon Abyss Forest, yet none dared to approach the mountain range.

The sun and moon lost their color, and dark clouds pressed down from the dark sky, like ferocious beasts emerging from the sea, creating turbulent waves.

In a world so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face, all you hear is the deafening thunder and the blinding lightning.

Standing at a height unseen by others, Wen Chuyu looked down at the scene in the Dragon Abyss Forest, a slight smile playing on her lips. Wherever she went, she seemed like a shining star, making people want to get closer, yet she remained so unattainable.

"Who is this extraordinary person who has advanced to the level of God-Emperor here?"

"With such a grand display, I wonder if that person can withstand this heavenly lightning. If he can't, all his cultivation will be for naught."

"·····"

In the Heavenly Domain Continent, countless people have failed to advance to the God-Emperor level. Some have lost all their cultivation in an instant, while others have suffered damage to their souls, halting their cultivation at the God-Lord level...

Hearing what those people were saying, Qingling couldn't help but feel worried. Yingyue took her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, the mistress doesn't need to go through the heavenly lightning herself. Advancing is not difficult for her."

Qingling nodded, but the worry on her face did not diminish at all.

The Feng family also joined the crowd, and the moment Feng Lan appeared, everyone's attention was drawn to her.

The title of the most beautiful woman in the heavens is truly well-deserved.

No wonder Ji Jiuying is so stunningly beautiful; she must have inherited it from her mother.

However, no one has yet heard a word about who her father is.

In the past two years, I've heard that quite a few people have come to Feng Lan's door to propose marriage, but she has been rejected one by one.

·······

Feng Lan, however, seemed not to hear what these people were saying. Her gaze was fixed on the mountains not far away, and her face was full of worry.

But Feng Luo frowned, his sinister eyes gleaming with a cold light as he glanced at the murmuring crowd.

Those people immediately felt a chill run down their spines and trembled as they shut their mouths.

Feng Luo snorted coldly. Their sister had enough of her brothers, and as for that man, he was better off never showing his face again!

"Godmother, what brings you here?"

When Qingling saw Feng Lan, she quickly walked over.

"Ling'er, I've been feeling anxious lately. I'm worried something might have happened to Jiu'er..."

As Feng Lan spoke, she gripped Qing Ling's hand tightly, her eyes fixed anxiously ahead.

Qingling grasped her hand in return and comforted her, "Don't worry, godmother, sister will definitely come out safely."

Hei Xiangling transformed into a streak of light, passing through the crowd and arriving near the mountains, where she gazed intently at the situation inside.

"That brat, she's finally out."

Click—

A bolt of lightning struck straight down from the clouds, illuminating the entire sky.

Thud—

The entire earth was trembling violently, and the deafening thunder seemed to shatter everyone's eardrums.

Ye Qingchen's body suddenly unfolded and then bent into an arc shape, his face contorted in agony as he endured immense pain. Blood streamed from his mouth as he let out deathly screams, silent yet powerful, chilling and terrifying.

He had no visible wounds, yet it seemed as if he were wounded everywhere, the pain penetrating to the bone marrow time and time again keeping him constantly conscious.

Half an hour passed.

Suddenly.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; the sound was deafening.

The earth was torn open, and a dazzling light shot out from between the two, instantly illuminating the dark world and creating a breathtaking spectacle.

As the dark clouds dispersed, the aura of the divine being swept over them. Everyone turned pale and hurriedly gathered their spiritual power to erect an invisible barrier.

A beam of red light shot out from the crack and hovered in mid-air.

Everyone looked up at the person in mid-air, their mouths agape in astonishment, wide enough to fit two eggs.

It was her, Ji Jiuying.

If they weren't mistaken, her bone age was only sixteen...

A god at the age of sixteen—unprecedented and unparalleled!

Ever since she blew up the ancestral graves of the Feng family, their luck has improved.