I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 436

## Chapter 431: Bridal Finery, Deception

Within the territory of the Beast King Valley.

Sword Cliff City, originally a fairy city affiliated with the Blood Sword Valley of Feng Country, had been conquered by the Boundless Pavilion and then by the Beast King Valley. Now, it served as a vital hub in the rear of the Beast King Valley’s battlefield, supplying resources and reinforcements to various front-line fortresses.

In recent years, the cultivation forces around Sword Cliff City had been taken over by the Beast King Valley Elder, “Wan He Zhen Jun,” during wartime.

As dawn broke, Sword Cliff City was adorned with festive decorations, a joyous atmosphere pervading the air. The welcoming party from Flying Dragon Fortress on the front lines entered the city.

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s carriage, adorned with auspicious symbols, was pulled by two third-order Jiao dragons, exuding an air of nobility and triumph.

Half an hour later, a luxurious “Flying Phoenix Chariot” emerged from within Sword Cliff City. It ascended into the sky, surrounded by countless cranes and birds, while auspicious clouds and rainbows illuminated the scene.

“Congratulations, Brother Black Feather, your wish has been granted, you have married the Saintess,” a fellow cultivator, once a close friend, congratulated him with a smile.

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s admiration and pursuit of the Peacock Saintess had not been a secret in Beast King Valley. His face was flushed with excitement as he looked back at the Flying Phoenix Chariot, a warm feeling stirring in his heart.

The beaded curtain obstructed his view.

Inside the carriage, the Peacock Saintess wore a phoenix crown and a luxurious, custom-made “Rainbow Phoenix Robe.” The skirt woven from feathers accentuated her graceful curves, showcasing her beauty, nobility, and allure.

Pei Shu Yuan lifted her veil, lightly sipping her painted lips, her expression complex, laced with loneliness and a hint of resentment as she looked back at the top of Sword Cliff City.

On the city wall, Wan He Zhen Jun, with his silver hair and weary face, had the sharp eyes of a hawk as he watched the welcoming party disappear into the distance.

“Those below Nascent Soul are mere ants, one step away, my fate is not my own.”

Pei Shu Yuan sighed inwardly. She had to obey her family’s arrangements and accept this forced marriage. But contributing to the Pei family, while also having the opportunity to seek revenge through the hand of her “future husband,” wasn’t a bad option.

She had no major complaints about it, and even felt a sense of shame. For centuries, her family had invested countless resources to cultivate her, a Heavenly Spiritual Root, into the upper echelon of Beast King Valley, even a potential leader of the sect.

In her early years, her grandfather even went to great lengths to secure the five-colored peacock, a Heavenly Bloodline.

The welcoming party left Sword Cliff City.

Black Feather Zhen Jun looked at Wan He Zhen Jun on the city wall, respectfully bowing. The elder nodded slightly, conveying encouragement.

“Elder Wan He’s protection with the renowned “Wan He Annihilation Formation” shows his importance to his granddaughter and this marriage,” a cultivator from the Beast King Valley remarked, admiring the “Flying Phoenix Chariot” that gradually vanished into the clouds. The vast flock of Spirit Cranes, dancing gracefully around it, exuded a powerful aura.

Even though Wan He Zhen Jun wasn’t present, the “Wan He Annihilation Formation” could withstand a Nascent Soul Zhen Jun for a short while.

Wan He Zhen Jun held considerable seniority and prestige within the Beast King Valley. It was rumored that even the Valley Master, Meng, had to address him as “Senior Brother.”

His abilities surpassed many established Nascent Soul cultivators, placing him among the best of the early Nascent Soul stage, second only to the Grand Elder and the Valley Master.

This was also one of the reasons why Black Feather Zhen Jun had endured the marriage proposal, wanting to marry the Peacock Saintess. Only with the support of this influential figure could he potentially reclaim the “Black Sky Wing” on the demonic battlefield and possibly advance further in the future.

…

The welcoming party flew through the air, heading towards “Flying Dragon Fortress,” close to the front lines, the area under Black Feather Zhen Jun’s jurisdiction.

Due to the imminent cultivation war, the wedding was kept relatively simple, without grand festivities. As a result, only two Zhen Juns from neighboring fortresses were invited to attend the ceremony.

One of them was Fang Zhen Jun.

The vast border territory occupied by Beast King Valley was overseen by different Zhen Juns, each with their own responsibilities. Most sent their direct disciples to attend the wedding.

With three Zhen Juns stationed at Flying Dragon Fortress, this marriage was well-protected. Moreover, Wan He Zhen Jun was still watching over from Sword Cliff City.

The welcoming party returned smoothly to Flying Dragon Fortress.

The fortress was filled with festive joy due to the Zhen Jun wedding. The stationed cultivators were rewarded with spirit stones, and the mid-to-high-ranking ones indulged in a feast.

In this atmosphere, the strict management and personnel movement within the important fortress inevitably loosened.

Inside a subworld, Black Feather Zhen Jun, with a flushed face, entertained the two Zhen Juns and the assembled representatives of various sects within the Beast King Valley camp.

They toasted and feasted, filling their cups and consuming large quantities of wine.

During the banquet, a stationed cultivator, a Formation cultivator, rushed in to report:

“Report to Zhen Jun! In just half a day, our scouts and patrol cultivators around Flying Dragon Fortress have mysteriously disappeared and died. Meanwhile, the Daoist Alliance’s Chang Qing Zhen Jun and his Spirit Pet are lurking at the border.”

Hearing this, Black Feather Zhen Jun’s face contorted with anger.

What was Lu Wu Gui trying to do, disturbing the border on his wedding day?

Before the marriage, demonic scouts and spies near the front lines had suffered considerable losses, including elite members of the Wu Jian Men.

Chang Qing Zhen Jun’s spirit pet, the Rat King, was adept at burrowing and stealth, making it difficult to defend against.

Black Feather Zhen Jun had originally planned to retaliate after the wedding.

Unexpectedly, his wedding day was not peaceful, and the Daoist Alliance had seized the opportunity to infiltrate.

“Retract our scouts and patrol cultivators, and strengthen the defenses of all front-line fortresses and outposts,” he ordered.

On his wedding day, unless a full-scale war was initiated, Black Feather Zhen Jun could only tolerate the Daoist Alliance’s harassment.

“I’ll endure it for one night,” he said, suppressing his annoyance. He decided to deal with the matter and retaliate after his wedding night.

As dusk fell, the wedding banquet neared its end.

Black Feather Zhen Jun was half-drunk, a fiery sensation coursing through his abdomen, making him eagerly anticipate his wedding night.

However, before he could get up, urgent alarm signals from the Beast King Valley’s border, triggered by sensing formations, rang out throughout Flying Dragon Fortress and several other important fortresses and outposts.

At the wedding banquet, three demonic Nascent Soul cultivators sensed the alarms and their faces changed. They looked towards the border area bordering Feng Country.

They could faintly perceive the distinct spiritual pressure of at least three Nascent Soul cultivators, who were approaching without any attempt at concealment.

“Enemy Nascent Soul have invaded our territory!”

“How audacious! The Daoist Alliance dares to proactively invade the Saint Gate’s land!”

…

Black Feather Zhen Jun and Fang Zhen Jun exchanged bewildered glances.

The Daoist Alliance had the strength to fight the Beast King Valley camp on a defensive level. But a proactive attack, engaging in open warfare on a vast terrain, would leave them vulnerable to being surrounded and divided by the Beast King Valley.

“Based on Lu Wu Gui’s nature, he wouldn’t dare to fight seriously. His objective is to…”

Black Feather Zhen Jun felt a surge of resentment.

Lu Wu Gui was surely trying to annoy him, to disrupt the significance of this marriage and prevent him from enjoying a smooth wedding night.

“Brother Black Feather, it’s your wedding night. There’s no need for you to go out. Fang and Guo Zhen Jun will go out to confront them. We can handle it for half a day,” Fang Zhen Jun suggested, rising from his seat along with the stout figure in a python-patterned robe.

“You two are guests. In my fortress, how can I let you handle the enemy?”

Black Feather Zhen Jun resolutely rose to his feet, shaking his head.

It would be unacceptable to have his guests fight while he hid in the back, enjoying his wedding night. It would damage his reputation within Beast King Valley and the six Saint Gates.

Especially since Fang Zhen Jun was the direct disciple of the leader of the demonic sect, someone Black Feather Zhen Jun wished to befriend. He didn’t want to lower his standing in the other’s eyes.

Just then, cultivators arrived to report the identities of the three enemy Zhen Juns:

Chang Qing Zhen Jun, Xuan Bing Zhen Jun, and Yuan Hai Zhen Jun.

Yuan Hai Zhen Jun, a disciple of the Daoist Alliance Leader, Chu Tian Feng, had once fought a friendly match against Di Yan Jun, ending in a draw.

The three demonic Zhen Juns did not underestimate them.

While Xuan Bing Zhen Jun and Yuan Hai Zhen Jun might not be exceptional in strength, Chang Qing Zhen Jun at the lead couldn’t be treated as an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The three demonic Nascent Soul cultivators swiftly vanished from Flying Dragon Fortress, reaching the clouds above.

They continued flying forward for several hundred miles towards the front lines, confronting the three Nascent Soul figures who had invaded their territory.

Hu!

As the spiritual pressure of several Zhen Juns from both sides collided, imposing halos of mana formed above their heads, shaking the heavens and earth. The cultivators below trembled with fear, as if they were witnessing ancient deities with their might.

On the Daoist Alliance’s side, Chang Qing Zhen Jun stood in the center, his feet resting on a giant Xuan Shui Turtle, water surging around him. He wore a white robe, his appearance handsome and elegant. His black hair, bound in a bun, was interspersed with streaks of silver.

Black Feather Zhen Jun saw Lu Chang An, his disgust growing.

This fellow had come to ruin his wedding night.

He glanced at Xia Xian Zi, standing gracefully on an ice lotus beside Lu Chang An. Her features were delicate, with a beautiful nose and cherry lips. She was as cold as snow, like a Moon Palace Fairy.

Black Feather Zhen Jun couldn’t hide his admiration.

Xia Xian Zi’s beauty could rival the Peacock Saintess. Combined with her Nascent Soul stage cultivation and the Heavenly Body’s icy charm, she was undoubtedly the Daoist Alliance’s number one beauty.

In the world of cultivation, female Nascent Soul cultivators were rare.

Most Nascent Soul cultivators in their early stage did not have Nascent Soul wives.

Black Feather Zhen Jun, marrying a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, the Heavenly Spiritual Root Peacock Saintess, with her illustrious background, could be considered a normal “match.”

However, if the Peacock Saintess had reached Nascent Soul, she wouldn’t even look at him.

Black Feather Zhen Jun suppressed his inner jealousy.

Fang Zhen Jun and the others also focused their attention on Lu Chang An and Xia Wen Yue.

As for Yin Yuan Hai, he was essentially ignored by the three demonic Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Zhen Jun Lu, your harassment has resulted in significant losses for the demon cultivators. Consider it a small act of intimidation. Demonic Nascent Soul have already arrived, and reinforcements will be coming soon. We will not prolong this battle,” Yin Yuan Hai transmitted silently, his expression impassive.

He had come to assist Lu Chang An at the behest of his master, Chu Tian Feng.

He was somewhat reluctant, following Lu Chang An’s commands.

“No need to hurry! We have only achieved half of our goal. Allow me to chat with the benevolent gentleman for a bit,” Lu Chang An said, raising his hand to signal Xia Xian Zi and Yin Yuan Hai to wait in place.

He stepped onto the Xuan Shui Turtle and approached several hundred feet closer.

…

“Lu Chang An, why have you come to attack on my wedding day?” Black Feather Zhen Jun questioned, his face sour.

If it weren’t for Lu Chang An’s intrusion, he would be enjoying his wedding night, cuddling his long-awaited saintly wife.

“Haha…”

Lu Chang An looked at Black Feather Zhen Jun in his red wedding robe, chuckling:

“Brother Black Feather, did you obtain my permission to marry the Peacock Saintess as your wife?”

His words were out of place, incomprehensible. Was there some hidden meaning behind them?

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s face stiffened, a sense of inexplicable humiliation washing over him.

Simultaneously, a thought flickered in his mind.

Lu Chang An and the Peacock Saintess had been entangled in a complex relationship for over a hundred years, a hatred that had been buried for a long time.

Could it be that they had been “in love and at war,” sharing a hidden, unspoken relationship?

“Nonsense! That’s ridiculous!”

Black Feather Zhen Jun instinctively refuted him, awaiting Lu Chang An’s next words.

As they say, a good show shouldn’t be missed.

Fang Zhen Jun and the others remained composed but couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gossip and curiosity.

Lu Chang An spoke calmly:

“The Peacock Saintess once traveled countless miles, pursuing me to the Endless Wind Desert. And once wasn’t enough, she ventured into Feng Yuan Country a second time to attack me.”

“I haven’t forgotten this deep-seated grudge. I made a vow: if I ever had the ability, I would capture the Peacock Saintess and make her my female slave!”

“You dare—!”

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s face turned red with fury, his hair standing on end.

This villain had publicly stated his intention to capture his wife as a slave. Even the most composed person couldn’t tolerate such audacity.

Lu Chang An remained unfazed, continuing:

“If you insist on marrying the Peacock Saintess, you are challenging me.”

“Get out!”

“This is the Beast King Valley’s territory. I’m marrying my wife, and you have no right to interfere,” Black Feather Zhen Jun retorted, his gaze sharp.

He spread his arms, and an ancient bow appeared in front of him.

Buzz!

Nascent Soul mana surged, and a golden light arrow, a zhang long, materialized on the bowstring, targeting Lu Chang An.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Lu Chang An snorted, turning and fleeing.

Pfft!

His body shimmered with emerald green light, pierced by the golden light arrow, leaving behind a shattered afterimage.

In the next instant, Lu Chang An retracted the Xuan Shui Turtle and joined Xia Wen Yue and Yin Yuan Hai, who were several hundred feet away.

The three Daoist Alliance Nascent Soul cultivators no longer lingered, transforming into three brilliant beams of light, retreating swiftly from the Beast King Valley’s territory.

“Lu Wu Gui’s abilities have improved significantly compared to twenty years ago,” Black Feather Zhen Jun remarked, silently putting away his ancient bow.

“Brother Black Feather, Lu Chang Qing and the others have been driven away. It’s your wedding night. Go comfort your wife,” Fang Zhen Jun said with a light smile.

“Thank you, Zhen Juns,” Black Feather Zhen Jun bowed, expressing his gratitude.

It was a good thing they had three Zhen Juns present at the wedding. Otherwise, Lu Wu Gui would have spoiled the ceremony, leaving him humiliated.

…

Fang Zhen Jun and the other Zhen Jun remained vigilant in the vicinity.

Black Feather Zhen Jun quickly returned to Flying Dragon Fortress, which was several hundred miles behind.

Front-line fortresses generally lacked fourth-order spirit veins. The supporting formations were “pseudo-fourth-order” and were only activated during major enemy invasions.

Today, on his wedding day, the stationed cultivators at Flying Dragon Fortress had let their guard down slightly. Black Feather Zhen Jun couldn’t punish them for it.

He was consumed by thoughts of his newly wedded saintly wife, eager to return to her.

In a few breaths, Black Feather Zhen Jun returned to his subworld within the city and entered his wedding chamber.

“Shu Yuan, I kept you waiting.”

The wedding night had a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

The noble and elegant Peacock Saintess, adorned with a phoenix crown and a veil, exuded a classic Eastern beauty, sitting silently on the bed.

The Peacock Saintess, once the unattainable daughter of Heaven whom he admired, was finally his.

In a way, she was his unattainable dream girl.

Black Feather Zhen Jun, suppressing his excitement, approached his newly wedded wife. He reached out, slowly lifting the veil.

In that instant, Black Feather Zhen Jun sensed something amiss.

His Nascent Soul cultivator senses detected a slight disruption in the wedding chamber’s restrictions, mainly concentrated in the area beneath the bed.

Hiss!

A wisp of foul-smelling smoke emanated from under the veil, where the Peacock Saintess, his new bride, sat.

It transformed into a burning piece of wood-type spirit talisman.

Boom!

Black Feather Zhen Jun froze, his mind going blank, a chaotic jumble of confusion and buzzing sounds.

“Shu Yuan! Don’t play tricks on me!”

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s dream shattered. He was stunned.

His consciousness repeatedly swept over the chamber, finding no trace of Pei Shu Yuan. Instead, he found traces of “Earth Escape” below the bed.

Black Feather Zhen Jun was forced to accept reality—his newly wedded wife had been abducted before they even consummated their marriage.

“It must be Lu Wu Gui’s scheme! In the entire Daoist Alliance, only Di Yan Jun surpasses everyone else in Earth Escape,” he growled, his voice filled with chilling hatred.

But he still had several doubts.

Even though there wasn’t a Nascent Soul cultivator stationed within Flying Dragon Fortress, and the pseudo-fourth-order array wasn’t fully activated, the numerous restrictions and guards, the countless demonic cultivators, weren’t mere decoration.

In such a well-guarded fortress, it would be impossible for an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator or fourth-order spirit beast to steal away a living person unnoticed.

Alright, he admitted that the defense was slightly lax on his wedding day.

But the Peacock Saintess wasn’t a mere object. She was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, the granddaughter of Wan He Zhen Jun, and had her own means of protection.

A newly ascended Nascent Soul cultivator or a fourth-order demon king couldn’t instantly subdue her. She could at least resist and struggle for a while.

However, there were no signs of any struggle or conflict in the entire chamber or the wedding bed.

…

“Lu Wu Gui! You’ve gone too far—!”

A dark flame, resembling a demon star, shot out from the wedding chamber, soaring into the sky.

The cold and hateful voice startled everyone within Flying Dragon Fortress.

Black Feather Zhen Jun was about to pursue Di Yan Jun and Lu Chang An, meeting up with Fang Zhen Jun and the others.

If he relentlessly pursued them, he might have a chance to reclaim his wife.

However, just as Black Feather Zhen Jun flew dozens of miles, his body began to sway, and his mana stagnated.

He noticed a purplish-black hue around his eyes. A strange poisonous blood seeped from his nostrils and ears…

Even his Nascent Soul spirit body felt an uncomfortable stiffness and numbness.

“Not good! Fourth-order poison!”

Black Feather Zhen Jun’s mouth filled with poisonous blood. He immediately sat down to meditate, consuming several detoxifying spirit pills.

His mind raced as he deduced that the poison had been applied to his veil, invisible and undetectable.

Furthermore, this was the second time he had been struck by Lu Chang An’s fourth-order poison.

This time, the poison was slightly different from the one he had encountered twenty years ago.

“Brother Black Feather, what’s going on?”

Fang Zhen Jun and the other Zhen Jun rushed to the scene upon hearing the commotion. They discovered Black Feather Zhen Jun, suffering from poisoning and healing.

Black Feather Zhen Jun, with a bitter expression, revealed the truth.

Pei Shu Yuan had been captured. It was no longer a secret.

He had to inform Wan He Zhen Jun as soon as possible. With the help of other Nascent Soul cultivators within their camp, there might still be a chance to rectify the situation.

However, Black Feather Zhen Jun had been poisoned and his mana was severely depleted. He couldn’t immediately launch a full-scale pursuit.

“How is that possible? A living person, stolen from under our noses, amidst such heavy security,” Fang Zhen Jun and the others said incredulously.

Even though they knew Di Yan Jun was skilled in Earth Escape.

Flying Dragon Fortress’s array covered both the ground and underground. The Zhen Jun’s subworld was also protected by numerous restrictions.

…

The night was dark and windy.

Thousands of miles away, in the Daoist Alliance territory.

Within a forest.

Pfft!

A half-demon rat-man, shrouded in a black cloak, emerged from the ground.

Di Yan Jun’s “Black Wind Cloak” was like a black hole, absorbing the surrounding atmosphere, light, and dust.

His presence was almost nonexistent. Even at close range, he was easily overlooked.

“How did it go?”

Lu Chang An emerged from the shadows of nearby trees.

“Master, the fifth-order material of this cloak is amazing! Even when I burrowed under the bride’s feet, I didn’t alert anyone. Of course, the several fourth-order spirit talismans and treasure talismans you bestowed upon me were also instrumental in breaking and obscuring restrictions,” Di Yan Jun said, admiring the unique fabric of the “Black Wind Cloak.”

Years ago, Lu Chang An and Jing Wu Feng had acquired their greatest treasure, a damaged fifth-order robe, during the battle at the Demonic Abyss Seal.

Its origin was likely the Demon Peak Realm on the other side of the Demonic Abyss passage.

Later, Lu Chang An converted it into a cloak that excelled in concealment, masking spiritual fluctuations. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would have difficulty detecting it.

After all, fifth-order materials corresponded to the Nascent Soul stage.

“Where’s the bride?”

Lu Chang An waved his hand, retrieving the “Black Wind Cloak” from Di Yan Jun.

For this operation of deception, Di Yan Jun was better suited.

Lu Chang An would handle the verbal sparring and provoking, drawing the attention of the three demonic Zhen Juns. This would create the perfect opportunity for Di Yan Jun to steal the bride.

If the plan failed, and Di Yan Jun alerted the cultivators within the city, he could act decisively. Lu Chang An and the others could handle Black Feather Zhen Jun and his companions in the front.

Hu!

Di Yan Jun’s body expanded, transforming into a giant rat king several zhang tall. A gust of sand swept away with his demonic aura. He opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of sand towards the ground.

As the sand dissipated, a bride, adorned with a phoenix crown, a Rainbow Phoenix Robe, and glittering jewelry, lay quietly on the ground. Even in her sleep, her beauty and graceful, aloof aura were undeniable.

“Good job!”

“On their wedding night, the Zhen Jun’s beautiful wife, still a virgin. That benevolent gentleman, he just doesn’t have enough luck…”

Lu Chang An smiled softly, not immediately waking the Peacock Saintess.

He first laid layer upon layer of restrictions on her, preventing her from even taking her own life.

During this process, Lu Chang An applied a unique restriction called “Gu Shen Ban” (蠱神禁).

This restriction targeted a cultivator’s consciousness, initially based on the strange restriction of the Hundred Night Soul Gu (百宿魂蛊).

Years ago, Lu Chang An had experimented with “Gu Shen Ban” on Zhou Qing Xuan and the Shadowless Zhen Jun’s cousin, Xing Peng.

Over two hundred years, Lu Chang An had incorporated the insights of several incarnations of Nascent Soul, as well as the Soul Dao secrets of the “Thousand 机衍神诀,” continuously refining “Gu Shen Ban.”

Now, with Lu Chang An’s powerful consciousness supporting it, “Gu Shen Ban” was extremely difficult to break, even for a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

…

A moment later.

“This is…”

Pei Shu Yuan awoke languidly, realizing that her mana was blocked, her limbs weak and numb. Even opening her eyes felt arduous.

She tried to use her consciousness and some secret techniques.

But a deep, soul-splitting pain surged through her consciousness, shattering her concentrated will.

A voice reached her ears: “Peacock Saintess, after two hundred years, you have finally fallen into my hands.”

The familiar face of her enemy, the white-clad man, appeared in her vision.

“Lu… Lu Chang An!”

Pei Shu Yuan’s teeth clenched, her face turning red and white as she quickly realized her situation.

Her last memory before falling unconscious was that she had been waiting in the wedding chamber, lost in thought, when a force knocked her unconscious.

Pei Shu Yuan’s heart sank.

She couldn’t believe that she had been in a heavily guarded fortress in Beast King Valley, in her wedding chamber, only to become Lu Chang An’s prisoner in the blink of an eye.

Her body and soul were imprisoned. She was weak and exhausted.

Her expression complex, she managed to sit up, breathing heavily, and spoke in a soft voice:

“Zhen Jun Lu, I am now a married woman. I have no value. Why go through so much trouble, making things so difficult for me?”

Lu Chang An chuckled lightly:

“Haha, Saintess, back then you chased me across cultivation nations. You were willing to go to great lengths and disregard consequences.”

Pei Shu Yuan fell silent, speechless.

Lu Chang An raised his hand, reaching out towards Pei Shu Yuan’s long, elegant wedding dress.

In an instant, the skirt, below her knees, including her embroidered shoes, crumbled to dust, revealing her ivory skin and calves.

Her jade-like feet sank slightly into the muddy ground, like a fairy who had fallen from the heavens…

“Lu Wu Gui, what are you trying to do?”

Pei Shu Yuan was overwhelmed by shame and anger. Her face flushed crimson, but she was powerless to struggle under the restrictions.

At that moment, even an ordinary mortal could take her.

“Xian Zi Pei, do you remember this?”

Lu Chang An’s gaze was calm and pure. He held a silver ring in his hand.

“Spirit-Controlling Silver Ring!”

Pei Shu Yuan naturally remembered it.

It was one of the gold and silver Spirit-Controlling Rings she once possessed. It could subdue third-order spirit beasts, a highly prized item in the circle of beast tamers.

Theoretically, this ring could also subdue human cultivators at the Golden Core stage.

Back then, when she pursued Lu Chang An, she had considered subduing him, the handsome man with hidden secrets, as her servant.

Go!

Lu Chang An chanted a spell, and the silver ring, a treasured artifact, transformed into a silver illusion. It twirled around Pei Shu Yuan’s delicate, snowy calf.

After a few breaths, the illusion solidified, locking firmly onto the Peacock Saintess’s crystal-clear ankle.

Pei Shu Yuan’s face turned pale, filled with despair.

Controlled by the Spirit-Controlling Ring, she was essentially Lu Chang An’s spirit pet, his servant.

Just then, she noticed that her restricted body felt slightly looser, and she could exert a small amount of force and use a little mana.

Pei Shu Yuan’s heart filled with a mix of emotions. She unconsciously stood up.

However, an electric current of numbness surged through the Spirit-Controlling Ring.

Thump!

Her legs went weak. The former Saintess of Beast King Valley, tonight’s bride, knelt on the muddy ground.

“This Zhen Jun grants you the name, Pei Nu (裴奴).”

(End of chapter)

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