A girl had already gone this far for him. To refuse her again now would be truly cruel.
I refused the marriage before because I didn't want Jiang Mulu to sacrifice most of her life just to awaken the national fate. But now… what's done is done. The national fate has been successfully awakened. What is there to be so difficult about?
As Lin Tang continuously cast the Spring Breeze and Rain spell, he healed everyone's injuries, replenished their qi and blood, and restored their youth. The color returned to everyone's faces, and they looked normal once more.
The only exception was Jiang Mulu. She remained pale and as frail as a willow swaying in the wind, a veritable reincarnation of Lin Daiyu, completely lacking her initial liveliness. There was nothing to be done. Physical deficits could be easily replenished, but the damage to her soul, caused by awakening the national fate, was not sothing the current Lin Tang could repair. This was to say nothing of the strange illness that already plagued her...
Sensing Lin Tang's pained gaze, Jiang Mulu smiled. "Don't worry, I'm fine now, especially my mood. As long as I'm in good spirits, my body will naturally start to get better!"
She grabbed Lin Tang's hand, swaying unsteadily on her feet.
This scene filled Wei Zichu's eyes, and a hundred different emotions welled up inside her. If this were before, I'd definitely be jealous and protest loudly. But when I think about how Jiang Mulu stabbed herself in the heart without a second thought just to help Brother Lin… She's a ruthless one! And such a tragic figure! She's so deeply in love with Brother Lin that she'd throw her life away. How could I possibly reprimand or mock a girl like that? Forget it. It's not like Brother Lin belongs only to . What difference does one more woman make? A person's bottom line is just there to be broken, again and again.
If Lin Tang were just so ordinary, poor loser, he'd be lucky to marry even one wife. And if that wife were , and he dared to flirt with another woman, I would never, ever accept it. But who is Lin Tang? He is the State Preceptor, second to only one man yet standing above billions! He's a supre expert capable of fighting two War Gods and even defeating them! He's the true boss behind the massively profitable company, Sweet Cardamom! And now, the woman he's about to marry is a princess… Strong opposition? Unacceptable? Not a chance!
Once everything was settled, Lin Tang tossed both his flying sword and the Asura Sword into the lava. After his Dharma Body's injuries fully healed, he would be able to fuse the two to forge an even stronger, higher-grade flying sword. He also distributed the nurous nourishing pills his Dharma Body had previously refined, allowing everyone to continue replenishing their strength.
"Mulu, I'll take you back to the capital."
"There's no need. I'm already your wife, so I should stay here with you."
"But… we haven't even had a wedding yet, and you want to stay? Besides, the environnt here is so harsh. I'm afraid your body won't be able to handle it…"
"The wedding doesn't matter. It's our actual relationship that I care about. As for the harsh environnt, if Sister Zichu can adapt, then of course I can too! Don't treat like so weakling, alright? I'm very strong too… COUGH. COUGH. COUGH."
Jiang Mulu grinned and raised her arm, trying to show off her bicep, but was imdiately wracked by a violent coughing fit.
"Hey, when did I beco your 'sister'?" Wei Zichu pouted, about to retort. But seeing Jiang Mulu coughing so hard she could barely breathe, all the fight went out of her. Forget it, what's the point of arguing with a sick person?
Lin Tang imdiately transferred more Spiritual Energy to Jiang Mulu, treating her and alleviating her symptoms.
"Alright, you can stay. Just… don't you two fight. I'm going to take care of sothing. I'll be back soon."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he soared into the sky and flew away.
"Darling, be careful! I'll definitely be nice to Sister Zichu and not fight with her!" Jiang Mulu shouted after him.
"Tsk," Wei Zichu sneered. "As if you could beat . I'm a trained fighter. Three to five ordinary n couldn't even get near ."
"Then hit . Go on, hit ! C'mon, do it!" Jiang Mulu said, sticking her small face right up to Wei Zichu's.
Wei Zichu was speechless. And she's a princess? How can she have fewer inhibitions than a little punk?
"Lin Tang, Lin Tang, are you okay? Answer !" Ning Yuexi sent ssage after ssage.
Consud with anxiety, she also hated how weak she was, unable to help Lin Tang in any way. She even felt a sudden impulse to beg the Mysterious Maiden to possess her body and help Lin Tang fight his enemies. She was still a long way from the Foundation Establishnt Stage. If her body were possessed, she would never live again. But the thought of Lin Tang being besieged by two War Gods… his situation had to be perilous. "I can't wait any longer!"
Ning Yuexi shot to her feet. Just as she was about to approach the statue of the Mysterious Maiden, a reply from Lin Tang finally ca through. "I'm fine. I've already killed those two asly War Gods! I also successfully broke through to the Martial Saint realm, so I'm just one step away from becoming a War God. You need to work hard too, Yuexi!"
"What?" Ning Yuexi was shaken to her core, unable to believe it. She even suspected that the person who replied wasn't Lin Tang himself, but an imposter. I thought that, at best, Lin Tang would only manage to repel his enemies. Just getting Wei Zichu and the others out safely would have been a stroke of luck. I never expected him to be this incredible. He killed War Gods! And he broke through to the Martial Saint realm in the blink of an eye… Is this so kind of joke? Is this the chasm between a genius and an ordinary person?
It took a long ti for Ning Yuexi's turbulent emotions to calm. Just then, the Chief Diviner and Deputy Diviner, who had been spying on her, sidled over.
"Your Communication Talisman still works? Does that an Long Tianji isn't dead yet?"
"It's been a while. How is he still holding on? That boy is tougher than he looks, isn't he?"
"But he can't hold on for much longer. Go on, tell us. What were his last words to you?" the two won asked, looking on with expectant expressions, their voices dripping with sarcasm.
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