129: Chapter 129 The bad wife

Jiang Xun suddenly had a very bad premonition; he actually felt a bit familiar with this chill.

So familiar that a certain figure suddenly flashed before his eyes. He quickly shook his head, thinking, "It can't be her."

The three lives mirror is an ancient Divine Artifact and a top-tier Magic Treasure of the Immortal Dao; it wouldn't make a mistake.

She shouldn't remember anything related to him anymore.

"No, she definitely won't remember."

Jiang Xun affirmed in his heart.

Although White Fox Jiu's sudden arrival in Zhongzhou had left Jiang Xun somewhat puzzled and bewildered.

But perhaps she followed the scent; her nose was the sharpest.

Jiang Xun took a deep breath, trying to relax.

But this chill kept him constantly tense.

No matter what, as long as Yan Qingning and White Fox Jiu didn't personally call out his name, Jiang Xun would never jump out himself.

He looked up.

Praying in his heart, "Not her, not her..."

The rift had been completely torn open.

A figure slowly walked out from the depths of the rift.

She wore a cloud-white plain dress, her wide sleeves fluttering slightly, and she held a five or six-year-old girl in her arms.

When she was fully revealed to everyone's sight, the chill between heaven and earth reached its peak.

The snowflakes drifting across the sky suddenly froze in mid-air, then little by little became stained with deep blue, turning into pure ice shards condensed from ice crystals.

Like fragments falling after the deep blue canopy above had been shattered.

A deathly silence lasted for three breaths.

Then, someone recognized her.

"It's Immortal Venerable Han Yao of the Southern Region's Xuanxiao Immortal Sect! Yan Qingning!"

That Demonic Path great Cultivator shouted in terror, his expression agitated, as if he had seen something horrifying.

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Why is she here?"

"How did she find out the location of this place?"

"Wait!" Someone realized, "The only people who can appear here at this moment are those who received invitations!"

"Did the Demon Venerable send her an invitation?"

"But why?"

Whispers rose and fell; everyone was confused about what Demon Venerable Jiang was thinking.

Many people had already considered leaving. Immortal Venerable Han Yao was a Dongxu Realm great Cultivator a thousand years ago, and her current cultivation was even more unfathomable.

If she wanted to, half the people here would perish.

However, some people became even more curious.

Why did she come?

Yan Qingning didn't look at them.

She just lowered her head and looked at the small figure in her arms.

Frost Radiance's eyes darted around, suddenly fixing on one direction.

"Mother." She tugged at Yan Qingning's sleeve and pointed toward the depths of the dome, "Daddy is right there."

Yan Qingning stroked her head.

"Alright, today I will definitely catch your daddy and take him back."

Frost Radiance nodded vigorously, "Mm!"

She had already completely sided with Yan Qingning.

"Oh?"

A charming voice came from not far away.

Jiang Hongling's bright red wedding robe shimmered with light under the brilliant red starry sky.

She chuckled, covering her mouth, her gaze landing on Frost Radiance in Yan Qingning's arms.

"Your daddy isn't here."

She paused and looked at Yan Qingning, her smile deepening:

"Could it be that Senior Yan isn't here for the wedding wine, but to look for a husband?"

Frost Radiance's little face wrinkled.

She made a face at Jiang Hongling, "None of your business!"

Yan Qingning gently patted her back, signaling her not to make a fuss.

Then she raised her head and looked coldly at Jiang Hongling.

"That's right."

She said, her tone carrying a hint of coldness, "I have come this time to find my heartless husband who abandoned his wife and daughter."

"The Demon Venerable shouldn't stop me, right?"

Jiang Hongling suddenly covered her mouth, her whole body trembling with laughter.

When she thought about how the husband Yan Qingning spoke of would be her own husband from now on, her heart was filled with joy.

"Of course not, of course not." She smiled until her eyes curved, "I'm just a bit curious..."

She flew a little closer, her gaze scanning Yan Qingning up and down.

"For a peerless beauty like Senior, your husband could still abandon his wife..."

She let out a mocking laugh on purpose.

"Could it be that your husband doesn't like you at all?"

As her voice fell.

Frost Radiance puffed out her little chest, her fair face slowly turning red, her voice crisp and bright:

"Stinky woman! Whether my daddy likes my mother or not, what does it have to do with you!"

She hated this woman to death.

She wished she could strike her dead with a single sword.

Jiang Hongling wasn't angry; instead, she laughed even more happily.

"Don't be in a rush, don't be in a rush." She waved her hand, "I was just speaking casually."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the hundreds of Demonic Path great Cultivators in the hall, then turned back to Yan Qingning.

"It's just that here, everyone belongs to my Demonic Path." She said with a look of pity, "There really isn't your husband here."

"How about you pick one here to take home, so your daughter can have a father?"

Yan Qingning said, "Fine! Then I'll pick that one."

She reached out her hand, pointing from a distance at Jiang Xun in the hall below.

The air froze.

The wind and snow formed a blurry curtain between the two.

Preventing either of them from seeing the other's face clearly.

Jiang Hongling pulled back her smile and said, "Your own husband ran away, so you come to snatch someone else's? Aren't you afraid of being a laughingstock?!"

"Someone else's?" Yan Qingning smiled faintly, "The one snatching someone's husband is likely someone else."

She raised one hand.

That hand was fair and slender, looking soft and boneless.

But in the next second, the entire hand was wrapped in a cluster of ice-blue flames.

The flames burned silently; there was no temperature, yet the surrounding air distorted.

She said, "My husband and I are connected by blood and bone; as long as I am hurt, he will surely feel it."

Yan Qingning looked at the flames in her palm; she had been holding back from attacking just to give Jiang Xun a chance.

"Is this Jiang Hongyuan very beautiful?"

"Where exactly am I not good enough? Can't I compare to this Devil Head with horns on her head?" All sorts of grievances surged wildly in her heart.

Countless stray thoughts stirred recklessly in the lake of her heart.

"Abandoning me just to marry her? Fine! If you really like this Devil Head, I'll fulfill your wish, as long as you stand out and say it clearly."

...

Jiang Xun kept his head lowered.

Tears fell with a 'pitter-patter'.

His heart felt so miserable.

He couldn't control it; an unknown emotion was emerging from his very bones, almost drowning him.

This feeling of distress made him suffocate.

From the moment Yan Qingning appeared, he had buried his head very, very low.

The red bridal veil covered his face; he wished he could shrink himself into a small ball so that no one could see him.

He didn't dare to look at Yan Qingning.

The conversation between her and Jiang Hongling wasn't guarded; Jiang Xun already understood it very clearly.

Her memory had been restored.

Jiang Xun now had only one thought in his mind: take out the three lives mirror and find a stone to grind it well.

If you don't have the ability, don't brag.

Nirvana of Three Lives, my foot.

One by one, they've all recovered.

You've really made things hard for me!

Just as Yan Qingning raised her hand.

His left hand suddenly trembled violently.

Pain.

So much pain!

A pain that grew from the depths of his palm and bored into the cracks of his bones.

Jiang Xun looked down at his hand.

Both the palm and the back of his hand were smoking.

Wisps of white smoke rose from beneath his skin, more and more, thicker and thicker.

Those white smokes spread up his arm, and wherever they passed, a faint deep blue light shone from under the skin.

He forgot that once he was too close to Yan Qingning, the System's shielding would fail.

Yan Qingning was harming herself to force him out.

Jiang Xun gritted his teeth hard, not letting himself cry out.

He really wanted to cut off this hand right now.

It wouldn't hurt if he cut it off.

"Jiang Xun."

A cold voice pierced through all the noise and fell by his ear.

Jiang Xun's whole body stiffened.

He raised his head.

Through the red bridal veil, he looked at that figure under the red starry sea.

Yan Qingning was looking at him.

She smiled.

That smile was very bitter and full of grievance. In those eyes, there were too many things.

"The two of us, mother and daughter, have come for you."

She said, her voice light: "Aren't you even going to show your face?"

"Or rather..."

Her figure descended, holding Frost Radiance with a face full of grievance.

"Do you despise this chaff wife of yours?"

A deathly silence filled the hall.

Hundreds of Demonic Path great Cultivators turned their heads in unison, looking at the groom wearing the red bridal veil.