Qi An Yun said calmly, "Oh, it's the War God Hammer."
Fu Gui was speechless, then gave Qi An a thumbs up: "Sister An'an, I'm impressed, you're amazing."
That was a sacred artifact ranked among the top ten in the cultivation world, aside from innate treasures, and Sister An'an gave it away without even blinking an eye.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she just gave out a lollipop to amuse a child.
This level of extravagance is absolutely outrageous!
Oh my god, An An is so charming and generous, I love her even more!
Qi An said matter-of-factly, "The betrothal gifts should be presentable. After all, you can't accept something without giving something in return. If she accepts something so valuable from me, she won't feel comfortable abandoning that little idiot Ata later."
Fu Gui nodded in deep agreement: "You're right. It's worth it to use the War God Hammer to get Ata a wife."
Finding a partner is tough these days, so if you find a suitable one, you should act quickly and secure it.
Ata will have to kowtow to her and Sister An'an from now on.
"Oh right, I almost forgot."
Fu Gui opened his palm, and the souls of everyone in the immortal realm were trapped inside.
“Sister An’an, you can refine these primordial spirits. The souls of that couple in the Immortal Realm are of decent quality and will greatly benefit your injuries.”
Qi An accepted it: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Gui chuckled and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I just hope you recover soon."
It was rare for Old Master Qi's cold and hard heart to be moved.
She was betrayed and suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and her soul and body were severely damaged. After escaping from Li Yue, she was left with only the bewildered Chaos Tower.
She travels through numerous small worlds, fulfilling the requests of those who pray, gradually accumulating soul power, but her former glory and power are no more.
Later, after accepting Fugui through a combination of coercion and calculation, he didn't really expect her to be very devoted.
But after several worlds, wealth and honor have rewarded her with absolute loyalty, always putting her first, thinking of her whenever there is something good, and protecting Ata.
Even when the Heavenly Dao extended an olive branch in the last world, Fugui refused it with all his might.
When she was the glorious Demon King, she was surrounded by many people, all of whom were willing to give their lives for her.
But when people really fall on hard times, how many of them can truly stay by each other's side?
Besides, even if he had the will, he wouldn't have the ability to keep up with her pace.
Wealth and prosperity are good.
Ata is also very good.
As a Yazi, she always distinguished between gratitude and resentment, always seeking revenge for wrongs and repaying kindness.
From now on, as long as she lives, she will protect Fugui, Ata, and Ata's young wife.
Qi An glanced at Fu Gui's face, then reached out and grasped her wrist to examine it: "Your injuries are much more severe than Ata's. Come here, let me heal you first."
"Okay, Sister An'an."
Fu Gui obediently followed Qi An to get his wounds treated.
Everyone was busy with their own things, and the void quickly quieted down.
After healing Fugui's injuries, Qi An discovered that Fugui was also close to breaking through, so he told her to focus on her cultivation in seclusion.
Ata was still asleep, but the golden light around him was growing stronger, and he looked to be in very good condition.
Xiao Yin watched over him, and when she ate the delicious snacks, she didn't forget to save half for Ata.
With nothing else to do, Qi An took out the divine soul that Fu Gui had brought back and began to refine it.
After an unknown amount of time, Qi An heard Xiao Yin's voice.
"Boss, someone's here. It's a lady in pretty clothes."
Ata is still asleep, but the clone towers he cultivated have taken over his job and can still guide vengeful spirits to the void.
Qi An opened his eyes and saw a woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown slowly walking towards him. As she walked, red embroidered shoes were faintly visible beneath the hem of her dress.
It turns out that the beautiful clothes Xiao Yin was referring to were traditional Chinese wedding gowns, which, when paired with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, were indeed stunning and beautiful.
Qi An thought this was much prettier than the wedding dress.
However, the woman in front of him had skin that was so white it was almost translucent, eyes that were pitch black, and lips that were covered in lip rouge that looked like blood.
Combined with her red wedding dress, she instantly exuded a ghostly aura, maximizing the eerie and terrifying effect.
Most importantly, she was covered in yellow talismans, the kind used to suppress evil spirits and prevent them from ever being reincarnated.
Qi An had a guess in his mind.
What is your wish?
The woman opened her mouth, but it was a dark void, and she couldn't speak.
Even their tongues were pulled out.
Bloody tears streamed down the woman's face as she cried out in distress.
“It’s alright, I’ll use another method,” Qi An said.
Qi An stepped forward, placed his palm on her forehead, and used the Soul Searching Technique directly.
Countless scenes flashed before Qi An's eyes like a slideshow, finally settling on the scene of a woman in a bright red wedding dress being buried alive.
Qi An withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Miss Liang, I know your wish, and I will certainly not fail you."
The woman nodded, tears of blood streaming down her face.
Fugui is in seclusion, and Ata is still asleep. She will be doing this mission alone.
Qi An patted Xiao Yin's head and instructed, "Xiao Yin, I'm going out now. Look after Ata and Fugui, and take good care of this older sister, okay?"
"Don't worry, boss, I'll take good care of the house," Xiao Yin said.
Qi An smiled and disappeared into the void with his miniature Chaos Tower clone.
Before he even opened his eyes, Qi An felt his body being bound hand and foot, lying flat on the ground.
I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black, and my nostrils were filled with the stench of mud.
Qi An: "..."
Hold!
When Ata first went back in time, she scolded Ata for having shaky hands and choosing such a weird time.
As a result, when it was her turn to control the Chaos Tower to rewind, her hands trembled even more than Ata's.
"It's alright. I'm not some innate treasure. Everyone has their own expertise. It's normal, it's normal."
After finding an excuse, Qi An struggled, and all the ropes binding him broke.
A flame ignited at her fingertips as she carefully examined the space she was in.
The space was made entirely of thick wooden planks, painted with a pungent red paint, and so cramped that you couldn't even sit down.
This is a damn coffin!
Qi An was speechless; she had actually been eliminated immediately upon landing.
Qi An's ears twitched as he heard voices outside: "Young Madam, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. If you want revenge, go find the person who harmed you. Don't come after me, though. I was forced into this situation."
Qi An smiled and said, "That's what people with guilty consciences say."
It's good that this happened at this time; for those who have done wrong, ghosts are more frightening than people.
As the saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.
Qi An looked at the red wedding dress she was wearing and made up her mind.
This time, let's just have a light-hearted ghost revenge story.
Qi An pushed hard with both hands, and the coffin instantly shattered into pieces. The soil on top exploded, splattering the servant kneeling by the grave burning paper money all over his head and face.
The servant opened his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw a pair of red embroidered shoes.
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