69novels Chapter 3294 Xiaoman (The Wedding)
Chapter 3294 Xiaoman (The Wedding)
The three-day deadline finally arrived.
The sky above the Extreme Realm has completely lost its former tranquility.
The clouds piled up, presenting a suffocating dark red color, like a huge blood clot that had been congealed for millions of years, pressing heavily on the heads of all living beings.
A fierce wind howled, whipping up a sky full of red ribbons that fluttered and rustled across the desolate plain.
Outside the crimson palace, tens of thousands of members of cultivation families knelt in the dust like stray dogs.
They dared not look up, or even breathe loudly.
Because above that palace, a terrifying pressure was emanating, enough to crush their souls.
That is the majesty of Heaven, and also the curse of the devil.
Inside the palace.
Hu Xiaoman stood in front of the huge bronze mirror.
She had been sitting there all night.
That night, she forcibly set aside a day and, taking advantage of the time difference in the entire universe, frantically practiced the forbidden chapters of "The Record of Soul Cultivation".
Her soul had become more solid than ever before.
More importantly, she finally discovered a very subtle flaw in the layers of restrictions set up by Zhou Wenlun.
The flaw was tiny, like a glimmer of light between fingers.
But for Hu Xiaoman now, that's enough.
"Squeak-"
The heavy palace doors were slowly pushed open.
A red figure, accompanied by a rich, cool fragrance, entered the bedchamber.
It's Zhou Wenlun.
Today, he took off his signature white clothes and put on a dark red wedding gown.
The wedding robes were not embroidered with auspicious beasts and cloud patterns, but with countless twisted and struggling ghosts.
As he moved, the ghosts seemed to writhe on his clothes, emitting silent wails.
His face was still pale, but his brows revealed an undisguised ecstasy.
"Xiaoman, you look beautiful today."
Zhou Wenlun walked behind Hu Xiaoman, looking at the woman in red in the mirror with infatuation in his eyes.
He stretched out his long, slender fingers, wanting to touch Hu Xiaoman's shoulder.
Hu Xiaoman dodged to the side, turned her head, and looked at him coldly.
"Don't touch me!"
Her voice was completely flat, as cold as ice.
Zhou Wenlun wasn't annoyed. He smiled slightly and clapped his hands.
Two expressionless, puppet-like maids approached carrying a tray.
On the tray lay a long, dark red dress.
The moment the wedding dress appeared, the temperature in the entire room plummeted to freezing.
Hu Xiaoman's pupils contracted slightly.
That wasn't a wedding dress at all.
It was an evil artifact made by soaking in the blood of countless living beings and then refining it with the resentment of ten thousand ghosts.
Every inch of fabric contains a soaring resentment.
"I put a lot of thought into this outfit."
Zhou Wenlun picked up the wedding dress and gently stroked the ghost patterns on it.
“Look at these patterns. They are formed from the last drop of essence blood of 9,999 female cultivators with pure Yin bodies before they died.”
"So beautiful, so very beautiful!"
He walked up to Hu Xiaoman and handed her the wedding dress.
"Xiaoman, be good, put it on."
"Those ants outside are all waiting to witness our happiness."
Hu Xiaoman looked at the blood-stained clothes and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Zhou Wenlun, you are so despicable that you disgust me."
"nausea?"
Zhou Wenlun's smile became even gentler.
"It's ok."
Once she drinks the water of oblivion, she will feel that he is the best person in the world to her.
He leaned close to Hu Xiaoman's ear and whispered, "Xiaoman, are you wondering why your soul has recovered so quickly?"
Hu Xiaoman's body stiffened slightly.
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to say..."
A hint of pleasure flashed in Zhou Wenlun's eyes.
"That heavenly book, 'The Record of Soul Cultivation,' was actually given to you by the Venerable One."
"That is an ancient scroll that I found in the ancient ruins. Although it can repair the soul, it will also plant a 'soul seed' deep in your sea of consciousness."
"As long as you put on this wedding dress, the soul seed will instantly erupt with the slightest thought of mine."
"At that time, your life or death will be in my hands."
He looked at Hu Xiaoman's eyes, which suddenly turned cold, and laughed heartily.
"Xiaoman, I really love you and want to be with you forever and ever."
Hu Xiaoman stared intently at Zhou Wenlun, her eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.
She never imagined that the book she had always regarded as her lifeline, "The Record of Soul Cultivation," was actually a trap set by Zhou Wenlun.
Her soul has been restored!
But she never felt anything was wrong with it.
A Soul Seed?
what is that?
Why didn't she realize it?
This man is so cunning that it's outrageous.
"So, from the very beginning, you planned for me to repair my soul so you could control a more powerful version of me?"
Hu Xiaoman's voice was as cold as a knife.
Zhou Wenlun elegantly adjusted his cuffs, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"Xiaoman, I love you, so I hope your soul is whole!"
"But if you become powerful and no longer want me, what will happen to me?"
"What I need is an obedient wife!"
"Xiaoman, you will surely understand my love for you!"
He handed the wedding dress, which reeked of blood, back to Hu Xiaoman.
"Now, put it on."
"Don't keep me waiting too long, my patience is limited."
Hu Xiaoman sneered, looking at Zhou Wenlun's hypocritical face, and said, word by word, "Zhou Wenlun, do you think you can control me like this?"
"wishful thinking."
"Oh?"
Zhou Wenlun raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Then I'd like to see what other tricks my fiancée has up her sleeve."
"However, Xiaoman, before you rebel, you'd better think about those people in the underground death row."
"If you displease me, I guarantee they will die a more horrible death than you can imagine."
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Hu Xiaoman closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened them.
Those beautiful eyes had regained their composure, replaced by a deep, unfathomable darkness.
"Okay, I'll wear it."
She took the wedding dress, which was as heavy as a mountain, and in front of Zhou Wenlun, she took off her old clothes one by one.
Every inch of skin that touched that blood-red fabric felt as if countless sharp teeth were frantically gnawing at it.
The intense pain, emanating from the depths of her soul, caused her body to tremble slightly.
But she didn't make a sound.
Zhou Wenlun stood aside, admiring this beautiful yet cruel scene, his eyes filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Meanwhile, outside the palace.
The dark red sky grew even more gloomy, with streaks of black lightning flashing through the clouds, creating a deafening roar.
"Strange celestial phenomena must indicate an evil omen!"
An elderly man kneeling in the crowd gasped softly, but was quickly covered by the person next to him.
"Shh!"
"You don't want your life?"