I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 358 - 61: Marry Me, Will You?
Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing, despite joining forces, couldn’t withstand even a single move under Yi Mingshu’s hand and were directly defeated in sorcery.
"You two, as the First Seat Elders of the Tao Vein, not only disobey the Sect Leader’s decree but also dare to act for those who betray the sect. If you are not rectified, where does the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect’s rules of ten thousand years stand?"
"How can I, Yi Mingshu, suppress the sect in the future?"
Sitting cross-legged above the Nine Heavens surrounded by endless thunder, Yi Mingshu spoke with an indifferent voice, then slowly extended his left hand. The next moment, the Thunder Scroll instantly grew with the wind, reaching the sky and earth, directly covering the two moons completely.
"Not good!"
Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing’s faces changed drastically. They felt a fatal crisis from that scroll and hurriedly, disregarding everything, burned their mana, pushing their own power to the extreme.
But it was undoubtedly of no use.
The power from within the scroll poured down like a vast blue sky, rendering all their efforts as insignificant as ants, utterly vulnerable.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The radiance of the two moons was directly dimmed, nearly scattering, and then instantly transformed into a stream of light, entering the brows of Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing.
"How, how is this possible?"
"He probably has already reached the Ninth Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, at the end of the Celestial Human’s path."
Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing’s faces turned extremely unsightly. In the brief exchange just now, their Primordial Spirits were almost obliterated. If it weren’t for Yi Mingshu’s mercy, they would have already been dispersed in soul.
"Retreat!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The two synchronously retreated as if they had a tacit understanding.
But it was already too late. The scroll descended from the heavens, radiating earth-shattering power. With just a light roll, it destroyed their Protective Spirit Light and suppressed their Primordial Spirits.
Swish! Swish!
Accompanied by two light sounds, Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing were directly swept up by the scroll, continuously shrinking until they fell into Yi Mingshu’s left hand.
His gaze slowly moved, looking down at Qi Zhiyuan.
At this time, Qi Zhiyuan had already caught up with Lu Chengfeng and Yi Mingshu.
Only a few miles remained between them.
For Qi Zhiyuan, it was merely a step away.
He looked at Chu Zhihe, who was being held in Lu Chengfeng’s arms, but there was not a hint of pain on his face; instead, he slightly smiled, "Junior sister, I’ve come to marry you."
"Hahaha, Qi Zhiyuan, are you mad?" Lu Chengfeng laughed wildly: "Can’t you see? Elder Chu’s beloved is now me. She is even willing to elope with me down the mountain for us to be together."
"And you still want to marry her? I think your brain has been kicked by a donkey!"
Qi Zhiyuan didn’t bother with him at all, merely smiling slightly, extending his right hand. A red thread sprung from his hand, instantly entering Chu Zhihe’s brow.
Buzz!
Chu Zhihe’s body suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and when all the halos dissipated, she was draped in a brilliant red wedding dress, a phoenix crown and brocade, dazzling and splendid.
"Junior sister, you are so beautiful!"
"Will you marry me?"
Qi Zhiyuan gazed obsessively at her, then took a step to come in front of Chu Zhihe.
At that instant, when their four eyes met, there was an indescribably intense emotion surging in Chu Zhihe’s pupils, seemingly wanting to break free of some constraint. Her Primordial Spirit once again flickered with a strange red light, like blood-stained, turning her Primordial Spirit blood-red.
Yet at this moment, the wedding dress she wore resonated slightly with the ceremonial robe on Qi Zhiyuan’s body. Two beams of red light shot up into the sky, bridging them together in the air.
"Junior sister, will you marry me?"
Qi Zhiyuan spoke again, Chu Zhihe’s figure reflecting in his pupils, having never seen his junior sister so beautiful before.
Back then, Chu Zhihe had become a Tao Companion with Zhang Zhijing, never holding any ceremony, she just followed that man so hastily.
Between heaven and earth, nothing could attract Qi Zhiyuan’s gaze anymore, at this moment, his eyes held only his beloved.
"I..."
Chu Zhihe, protected by the wedding dress, the dress and ceremonial robe resonated, merging Qi Zhiyuan’s life with hers into one.
"Hold your hand and grow old together with you."
"If we can’t sleep in the same bed in life, then let’s share the same grave in death."
"Junior sister, I, Qi Zhiyuan, throughout this life and this world, only love you."
"Will you marry me?"
Qi Zhiyuan knelt down on one knee; simultaneously, the ceremonial robe on his body seemed to ignite, blossoming into an incomparably brilliant flame, like dazzling fireworks, remarkably beautiful.
From the place he descended the mountain, there was red light stretching a hundred miles, extending to where Chu Zhihe stood.
A tear fell from the corner of Chu Zhihe’s eye. She opened her mouth slightly, but no words came out.
"Have you caused enough trouble?" At this moment, a cold female voice came from above the Nine Heavens, a sky bridge like a silver waterfall traversing the void, a white-robed woman stepping across the bridge.
Behind her were nine silver rings enveloping, overlapping and intertwining, forming a round moon, resembling an Ancient Mirror, reflecting densely packed runes.
Her figure appeared somewhat petite, seemingly like a girl of fifteen or sixteen. In her left hand, she held a Curved Saber, with a purple light flowing, a bell hanging from its hilt, swaying in the wind, emitting a tinkling sound.
"Disciple pays respects to the First Seat."
All the Tao Vein disciples who saw this woman showed expressions of excitement and reverence on their faces, bowing in salute, and loudly calling out.
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