Chapter 237 She is my wife
Mu Jianjian blinked and looked at the newcomer, then curiously turned her gaze to Nian Qing beside her, "Is he your friend?"
Nian Qing glanced at the tall, stunned man before looking away. "I know him, but we're not close."
Blue-robed man: ?
He raised his index finger and pointed to himself, "Que..."
"Hmm?" Mu Jianjian tilted her head, patiently waiting for the other person to say something hesitantly.
Mu Binyi saw the threatening look in his master's eyes again and seemed to understand something. He quickly put away the three round beads in his hand and said to the girl in front of him in a serious tone, "I knew Fellow Daoist Nian before entering the competition. Now that we have met in the final stage, I must come to say hello."
"Oh." Mu Jianjian noticed the man's sudden change in demeanor, but she didn't take it to heart. She nodded and then took Nian Qing's hand to walk inside.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Mu Binyi smiled and blocked her way, his whole demeanor resembling that of a fair-skinned, harmless scholar. "This young lady looks rather familiar."
Mu Jianjian: ...
She had only recently transmigrated to the Upper Realm Immortal Palace for the competition, so how could she recognize him!
What an outdated way of addressing people!
"I don't think you're familiar with them." After her decisive refusal, she scanned the arriving cultivators through the dense bushes and finally spotted Yan Feng'an and Dongfang Linglong.
"Since we weren't familiar with each other, now that we've met, aren't we familiar now?" Mu Binyi chuckled, but immediately felt the sharp, knife-like gaze from the man beside him, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Mu Jianjian didn't want to pay attention to him this time. Holding Nian Qing's hand, she didn't stop and finally walked up to Dongfang Linglong and the other person.
Clearly, the two were still bothered by their previous argument. Her eyes darkened, as if she had been stimulated by something. She took the little girl's right hand in her hands, and tears welled up in her eyes in just a second.
"Linglong, I...I almost died inside. I don't know who scattered incendiary powder on the cliff, causing the air vortex below to surge and rage. It was terrifying..."
Having been pampered by her family since childhood, Dongfang Linglong had never experienced any major hardships. Seeing her kind older sister, whom she liked, so aggrieved, she blurted out without much thought, "What! How could anyone be so vicious!"
The little girl was so angry that her pigtails at the back of her head stood up.
"Yes! Although it's normal for disciples of the Immortal Palace to fight during the competition, you know, taking such unorthodox methods, harming me is one thing, but what about harming cultivators from other families? It's truly despicable. Back then..."
Mu Jianjian spoke at breakneck speed, and the surrounding cultivators would not understand what she was saying if they did not listen carefully. However, the amount of information was so great that it did not give people much time to think. People began to feel fear about what had happened.
Riding the giant leaf across the cliff was already extremely dangerous; if the cyclone were further agitated and became even more ferocious, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Dongfang Linglong was stunned by what she heard, while Mu Jianjian, after complaining for a long time, turned to Yan Feng'an, whose face was gloomy, and asked, "This kind of person is really disgusting, Fellow Daoist Yan Feng'an, don't you think so? But why does Fellow Daoist look so bad?"
Dongfang Linglong also subconsciously turned her head, "This kind of person uses underhanded tricks to harm other cultivators, it's really despicable! Brother Feng'an, what's wrong?"
All she could see was Yan Feng'an's gloomy, taciturn face.
Nian Qing lowered her head slightly, suppressing the smile on her lips.
This made me wonder who had deliberately provoked me after sprinkling burning powder on them... Since I couldn't say it outright, I brought the matter up to all the cultivators participating in the competition.
Although she seems gentle and easy to bully, she is also vengeful and unwilling to swallow her anger.
"Lord Que, who is that—" When Mu Binyi saw the doting smile on the white-robed man's face, he almost thought he was seeing things. He paused for a moment and then tentatively sent a telepathic message, wanting to find out some information.
After leaving the Immortal Palace and establishing his own Demon Palace, the young prince never got close to any women, except for the woman who was always kept in the backyard. Even the servants and messengers around him were all men.
Who would have thought that when he came to the Immortal Palace to participate in the competition for the Broken Brocade Scroll, a young girl appeared beside him?
Many powerful figures have sent various stunning beauties to the young prince, but he has rejected them all. It turns out that the young prince prefers this type.
Mu Binyi held three large, round beads in one hand and twirled them while glancing at the disfigured girl who had drawn the attention of all the cultivators present to Yan Feng'an.
Hmm...
She is indeed eloquent, but she lacks cultivation and has a disfigured appearance. Can such a young girl really survive in the Demon Realm?
I'm afraid that if the young prince takes him to the Demon Palace, he'll be tortured to death by those old bastards until there's not even a trace left.
“Take your eyes off me,” Nian Qing’s usual gentle smile vanished, replaced by a cold gaze. The oppressive and threatening feeling immediately made Mu Binyi lower his head. “If there is a next time, I will gouge out your eyes.”
Mu Binyi was startled. He immediately straightened his frivolous attitude and became curious about the girl who was still talking in front of him.
What kind of woman would make the young prince value her so much?
In a flash, he suddenly remembered his conversation with Lord Ying—
When he first entered the Demon Palace, he was quite curious about the woman in the young prince's backyard and wanted to find out more, but she stopped him.
"Lord Que has imprisoned that woman here, but I haven't even seen her once. I heard that the woman inside is Madam, and I want to go in and visit her."
It's strange that they would lock someone up, provide them with good food and drink, but not even see them.
“She is not the madam,” Ying Ge’s aura remained undiminished despite losing an arm, and even more so with a deeper killing intent. “If you don’t want to die, stay away from this courtyard.”
"Why?" Mu Binyi raised an eyebrow, seemingly unafraid of the pressure emanating from the other party's cultivation level.
"Just keeping an empty shell, waiting for someone to come back." Ying Ge's voice was very soft, as if he was sighing about something, but Mu Binyi heard it and remembered it.
Long-forgotten memories were awakened once again, and Mu Binyi remained silent, not daring to speak, pondering the possibilities of his guess.
"That's a misunderstanding. I thought Fellow Daoist Yan's pale complexion was caused by him," Mu Jianjian said, shifting the other cultivators' suspicions to Yan Feng'an before putting on a pitiful act. "However, Fellow Daoist Yan's cultivation is profound and his Daoist practices are strict; he wouldn't do such a thing."
Before leaving, Yan Feng'an sprinkled colorless and odorless burning powder on them when Dongfang Linglong came over to say hello. If their cultivation level was low, they would probably only be able to see the glowing burning powder when they were on the cliff with the help of the strong wind, by which time it would be too late to save them.
On the surface, she said that after she and Nian Qing saved Dongfang Linglong, they would not cause them any trouble, but secretly she took action and used the vortex of the burning powder to eliminate them.
Since she couldn't say it outright, she could sabotage him in secret!
Mu Jianjian looked at the probing gazes of the surrounding cultivators with satisfaction. She turned to face Nian Qing, raised her hand and waved to her, "Nian Qing, I'm here."
The girl smiled gently, radiating vitality and energy, a stark contrast to the gloom and dejection she felt when they first met.
Looking at her radiant smile, Nian Qing's thin lips curved into a smile as he softly said to the person behind him, "She is my wife, my wife, and she will only ever be mine."
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