Chapter 120 Aunt
As the Demon Emperor's lineage arrived, the demon cultivators stepped onto the bustling streets amidst the blazing sunset that stretched to the horizon.
Jiang Xianwan sat on the high roof ridge, watching the various tall and strong demonic cultivators, and then they all rushed into the inn next door.
Immediately afterwards, several fierce cries pierced the sky, a gale arose, and the giant eagle spread its wings, stirring up gusts of fierce wind.
If it weren't for the Phoenix Sword Master unleashing a burst of spiritual power, those disciples with low cultivation levels who were just watching the commotion from behind the door would have been slapped away.
At least they didn't lose face.
Three middle-aged men, wearing black robes and with their faces covered in black cloth, with black crystal badges on their chests, solemnly landed on the ground.
Of course, if the three of them come down together without anyone kicking or pushing them, stepping on their clothes, and cursing under their breath, it can actually be quite serious.
Jiang Xianwan raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"The Realm, the Three Kings."
Since the great war three hundred years ago, the realm has been without an emperor and is jointly ruled by three kings.
I've heard that the cultivators in this realm are all crazy, with peculiar thought processes and very talkative mouths. They all seem to have serious illnesses and will bite anyone they can get their hands on, with the Three Kings being the most severely affected.
Wu Miao sat down next to her without her noticing, one of her long legs slightly bent, holding a jade wine pot in her hand.
Jiang Xianwan glanced at him, then looked away.
Seeing her expression, Wu Miao said irritably, "You brat, what's with that disgusted reaction?"
"Master Wu's imposing presence makes people afraid to look him in the eye."
"I allow you to look directly at me."
"No need."
Misty: "..."
He ran his knuckles along the bottle, remaining silent for a moment, then asked, "Wanwan, have you seen him?"
Jiang Xian, still fascinated by the evening gown, feigned a look of confusion. "Who?"
Wu Miao poked her forehead with her finger, "Stop pretending."
Do you know who he is?
Jiang Xianwan slapped his hand away forcefully. "I don't know."
"So you knew all along." Wu Miao gave her a deep look. "Then have you... encountered them?"
He still clearly remembers his junior uncle's slightly dazed reaction when he went to the Wuyun Palace with his longsword back then.
The junior uncle stared at the sword, lost in thought, for a very long time before finally looking up at him.
He was worried about his junior uncle's health. No sooner had Jiang Xianwan run away than he happened to find another disciple who was also a furnace cauldron and carefully brought up the matter.
The junior uncle didn't say anything.
As he left, he suddenly sensed a fluctuation in spiritual energy. Looking back, the Wuyun Palace on the cloud-stepped moonlit ground was instantly filled with snow and ice.
The Northern Emperor has gone into seclusion here.
He searched for Jiang Xianwan intermittently, without taking it seriously or stopping, for two years.
I did consider that she might have gone somewhere else, but she's already gone, so what good would it do to find her?
Or, leaving is the best outcome.
Later, when Lin Qingran went down the mountain to do a mission, she was injured, her foundation was damaged, and her cultivation level regressed.
As the master, he could not stand idly by when his disciple pleaded with him repeatedly, so he had no choice but to shamelessly ask to go to the Wuyun Palace.
Junior Uncle did not give him the Emperor's Rest Fruit, so he went to the Southern Territory to seek the Spirit Dew from the Southern Emperor.
He was surprised at the time.
It wasn't because his junior uncle didn't give him the Emperor's Fruit, but because he actually went to the Southern Territory himself.
Why did you step out of the Wuyun Palace when it was just a matter of a word?
Before long, he was completely bewildered and went to the icy pool to be punished.
The events that occurred at the Taixu Sect and the secret realm reached Pei Chang'an's ears upon his return.
I felt increasingly uneasy.
Junior Uncle never interfered in sect affairs, and even if the two realms clashed, it would not stir any waves in his heart.
Why was he suddenly ordered to enter the icy pool?
He didn't come to his senses until Jiang Xianwan slapped him on the head.
Wu Miao felt a headache coming on, but even more so, she was horrified. She stared intently at her, trying to see through her.
Jiang Xianwan nonchalantly pulled out a lychee, took a crunch, and said, "I told you."
Wu Miao sat up straight instantly. "What did you say?"
"He wants me to be your aunt-in-law."
"Pfft!" Wu Miao spat out a mouthful of wine, completely losing the composure of the leader of the number one sect in the Northern Territory.
Auntie!
What the hell is this "Master's Aunt"?!
Jiang Xianwan glanced at him sideways and disdainfully used her spiritual power to wipe away the wine stains on her sleeve.
Suddenly, Wu Miao lay down, like a lifeless corpse, "I actually believed it."
His voice was flat and mechanical, devoid of any emotion, as if he were dead. "So, did you agree?"
Junior Uncle was indeed moved.
It turned out that the junior uncle seemed to be preparing to leave Wuyun Palace that day. He looked at him for a long time before agreeing that the Spirit Dew was only optional.
Actually, they were going to find Jiang Xianwan.
no.
From now on, he'll have to bow to Jiang Xianwan and call her "Auntie"?!
Wu Miao's eyes were fixed, his expression indescribable, and his handsome face contorted in pain.
Jiang Xianwan patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't be afraid. In order to prevent Sect Leader Wu from bowing to me, I have to refuse."
Wu Miao: "..." Can you be serious for once?
His voice was terrifyingly calm, tinged with three parts despair, three parts horror, and four parts disbelief: "You really refused?"
She refused?
Northern Emperor!
That's the Northern Emperor!
The moon in the sky, the flowers under the snow, the Emperor whom no one dares to even dream of touching!
Doesn't she know what it means to become Daoist partners with the Northern Emperor?
He can be on equal footing with the Southern Emperor, the Demon Emperor, and the Demon King.
Even he had to bow respectfully and address the Empress or Junior Aunt.
How cool!
Has her head been slammed in a door eight hundred times?!
At this moment, Wu Miao felt like he wanted to die.
Jiang Xianwan patted her dress and stood up. As she turned around, her blue dress resembled a newly opened wave, the hem of her skirt trailing in the afterglow of the sunset, dazzlingly beautiful.
With her chin slightly raised, she exuded arrogance.
"While the Northern Emperor is indeed incomparably noble, I, Jiang Xianwan, am also unique in this world."
One day, not only the Northern Emperor, but everyone will be at her feet!
Jiang Xianwan left with those words, then walked away swiftly and decisively.
She turned into a small alley with practiced ease, making sure there were no tails around.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she tied her black hair into a high ponytail, put on a mask, and quickly changed into a men's black robe.
At this time, the bustling county was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and powerful figures gathered there. She dared not secretly meet Feng Huixue at the inn.
But the feeling of not being able to touch or kiss her son, who was right in front of her, was too painful.
They arranged to meet at the black market.
Jiang Xianwan thought for a moment, suppressing her embarrassment, took out a cat tail from her mustard seed bag, tied it around her waist, and flicked out a section of it.
Her tail is engraved with an array that conceals her aura; if others see it, even if they use their cultivation to investigate, they will only think she is a cat demon.
Jiang Xianwan passed through the wall and walked quickly towards the densely populated area, ignoring even the demons with various beautiful ears and tails passing by, and went straight to a fighting arena.
The fighting arena is open to the public, with a huge circular ring in the center and tiered stands around it.
Jiang Xianwan spotted Feng Huixue and Jiang Xingxing at a glance.
Because neither the father nor the son were wearing masks!
The scarlet and gold-sprinkled gauze was particularly eye-catching, standing out starkly from the surrounding cultivators who were all dressed in black.
The two, one big and one small, just sat there casually.
Apart from Feng Huixue, who was separated by two walls, sat a boy gritting his teeth, with empty space around him.
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