Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 241: May I Call You ’Husband’?

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Just then, two ancient, seven-colored Returning Butterfly Battle Souls exploded, managing to repel the killing blow from the Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword!

’Hm? I boosted my battle power tenfold, and I still couldn’t kill them?!’

Yue Lintian was shocked. As he sent a mental message to Ye Tianling, he felt incredibly ashamed.

Ye Tianling ignored him.

He knew this was the insane power of the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique. Every elite Inheritor of the Returning Butterfly Race could practically achieve Nirvana Rebirth, meaning they had at least two lives!

He possessed the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique himself; of course he understood.

Even so, now that Ouyang Ruoshuang and Ouyang Ruobing had expended one of their Returning Butterfly Cocoon abilities, all they could do was wait for death!

"Kill!"

Ye Tianling snapped, his voice turning even colder.

The Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword struck out again.

Just then, however, the Saintess Returning Butterfly suddenly summoned a Clan Protection Sacred Artifact—the Returning Butterfly Demon Zither.

As she plucked its strings, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword shuddered and immediately retreated of its own accord.

Terrifying ripples tore through the Void, but they didn’t spread any further.

"A Sacred Artifact? So you have one too. You’re not as simple as you look. But you think you can wreak havoc on the Dragon Race with a mere broken, useless piece of junk? Which of us Saint Masters *doesn’t* have a Clan Protection Sacred Artifact? If you want to start a war of artifacts, you’ll be crippled in an instant and utterly annihilated!"

Ouyang Qianyu sneered.

Ye Tianling recalled the Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword and slung it over his back. He shot a cold glance at Ouyang Qianyu before turning his gaze to Ouyang Ruobing and Ouyang Ruoshuang, whom she had just saved. "You two bitches," he said. "Count yourselves lucky! Next time, I’ll tear your bodies and your souls to shreds, bit by bit!"

"Such arrogance!"

"And here I thought you were so powerful. Turns out you’re just relying on a Sacred Artifact!"

Ouyang Ruoshuang and Ouyang Ruobing were furious. Filled with bitter resentment, their eyes burned with venomous hatred.

Ye Tianling ignored them, his gaze falling back to Ouyang Ruoxue’s face.

Ouyang Ruoxue was in terrible condition, yet her face was radiant with happiness.

To her, it seemed that even when Ye Tianling was crudely cursing people out, completely disregarding his image, he was still just as handsome and charming.

"Tianling... can I call you... Husband? Actually... after that time... I loved you and I hated you... but gradually, the hate faded..."

It was already a struggle for Ouyang Ruoxue to speak.

"Yes, of course. Ruoxue, my sweetheart, my love, you can call me anything you want! Don’t give up! I will heal you, I swear!"

Ye Tianling’s entire body was trembling.

Long Fengyang’s viciousness stoked the hatred in his heart to a near-frenzy.

Long Fengyang had inflicted the same Ancient Soul Extinction Forbidden technique on Ouyang Ruoxue. This torture, which turned its victims into puppets, was like a shackle forged in Hell; he had no fear of them escaping.

This was because the shackle possessed an Ability similar to the Return Light Supreme Dao, which could instantly recall the life force of anyone it bound.

The only way to break it, as Little Dragon Girl had explained, was to find a place that could obscure the celestial secrets and thereby nullify the ’recall’ effect.

But such places were incredibly difficult to find.

The Blood River Ancient Land in the Blood-Colored Wilderness had some of the required properties, but it wasn’t a perfect solution.

That was why the Mechanical Heart’s calculated probability of success had fallen short of one hundred percent.

"Husband... Compared to all those heartless people, I only now realize... how good you’ve been to me... Husband, Husband, Husband..."

She called his name softly, her voice gradually fading away.

"Ruoxue... sleep for a while. Wait for your husband to crush them, and then I’ll take you home."

Ye Tianling said in a gentle voice.

"Mm... Husband, I believe in you."

In Ouyang Ruoxue’s eyes, Ye Tianling was capable of anything.

And so, resting in his arms, she never once considered herself a burden to him.

She wanted to love him more deeply, and that meant she had to trust him more deeply, too.

Her only fear was that she would become a Puppet, controlled by her enemies and forced to harm Ye Tianling.

But gazing into Ye Tianling’s eyes, which were as gentle as tranquil water, she was no longer worried.

’If her heart was filled with love, how could she ever become a Puppet?’

She was suddenly and utterly convinced that she wouldn’t become a Puppet. And even if she did, she would never lay a hand on Ye Tianling—on her beloved husband.

"Rest for a while. I’ll let you rest inside the Sacred Artifact Space."

As Ye Tianling spoke, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword responded in perfect sync, emitting a wisp of cyan light that enveloped Ouyang Ruoxue.

Her figure shrank and then vanished, drawn by Ye Tianling into the Holy Sword.

The moment Ouyang Ruoxue entered, Que De and Wan Jimie immediately tried to stabilize her injuries, though their efforts were almost futile.

But after witnessing what had just happened outside, how could they possibly stand by and do nothing?

...

"My, what a loving couple. A mutt and a bitch—truly a perfect match."

Long Cangqian jeered, his voice echoing in all directions. He seemed completely unconcerned that Ye Tianling had placed Ouyang Ruoxue inside the independent space of a Sacred Artifact.

"So you do have another Sacred Artifact. No wonder you’re so monstrously powerful!"

Realization dawned on Long Fengyang, and a look of understanding crossed his face.

"Perfect timing. Cangqian needs a proper sword, and you’ve just delivered one. How very cooperative of you. This is quite a nice gift!"

Long Fengyang added.

"You vile creature, you have the gall to speak? Piss off!"

Ye Tianling hurled the insult without hesitation.

He no longer had any ties to Long Fengyang; there was nothing to restrain his curses and insults.

"Heh, as expected of a defective native, a mixed-blood mongrel. Such vulgar language, with no sense of propriety!"

Long Fengyang’s expression darkened slightly.

How could he maintain his dignity after being insulted so publicly?

But he merely used Ye Tianling’s status as an "uncultured native" as an excuse, contrasting Ye Tianling’s lack of refinement with his own supposed righteousness.

"No propriety? Today, I’ll beat you until you learn what real propriety is! But not right now."

With that, Ye Tianling’s gaze locked onto Long Cangqian. "Long Cangqian, didn’t you want to be this old bastard’s adopted son? He’d casually give away his own daughter to be used for Absorption, to be ambushed, to be crippled. Do you really think he’ll care about an adopted son? You’re content to be his dog, and you still think you have a future?"

Long Cangqian was unfazed. He let out a cold laugh and said, "Tsk tsk, are you that desperate? Trying to lecture me now? Sowing dissension between me and my father? How laughable! It seems these petty tricks are all you have left. And here I thought you were going to challenge me directly! To be honest, I’m really disappointed."

Ye Tianling said with contempt, "So, you’re two of a kind, both harboring your own sinister plots. As for breaking your ’bond’ with petty tricks? You give yourself too much credit. Long Cangqian, don’t you call yourself the number one Divine Child of the Cyan Dragon Race? Let’s make a soul oath. A battle to the death!"

Long Cangqian’s tone was equally contemptuous as he sneered back, "I am the noble Taotie Divine Blood Divine Son. A mere mixed-blood mongrel like you thinks you’re worthy of fighting me? Long Yunfan! Long Qianying! Don’t you two desperately want to prove you’re the First Saint Son and Saintess?

"Go. Defeat him. Let me see what you’re made of! If you can’t even beat him, what right do you have to compete with me?!"

Long Cangqian’s gaze was cold as he glanced at Long Yunfan and Long Qianying beside him.

"This is a good opportunity for some real-world experience. Go on," Long Fengyang said calmly, a hint of encouragement in his eyes. "Use this chance to hone your skills. It’s not every day you find such a good sparring partner. Besides, this will also let the various Holy Lands witness the power of the Cyan Dragon Race’s former First Saint Son and Saintess."