Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

A single sentence instantly silenced the noisy restaurant.

Cen Caixuan ate another piece of this thing and said calmly, "You're right, I am from the Nine Nether Clan."

"You're quite arrogant, woman, daring to admit it directly. It's been a long time since we've seen the Nine Nether Clan."

The middle-aged man pointed at Cen Caixuan and said, "Come with me!"

Why would she go with you?

Feng Lin looked up at the middle-aged man. From his crystal-clear eyes, he could tell that the man in front of him was a member of the Sun Clan.

"Because she is from the Nine Nether Clan!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Cen Caixuan and said.

"I know she's from the Nine Nether Clan. What I mean is, why did she go with you?"

Feng Lin asked with a curious look, "She's clearly with me now."

"Hehe! Kid, are you new here? Since you want me to be so direct, then I'll tell you: I'm from the Sun Clan, and I've taken a liking to this slave from the Nine Nether Clan."

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Do you understand now?"

"I understand."

Feng Lin nodded slightly, then looked at Cen Caixuan, "It's up to you now. I'd like to try some other flavors."

Cen Caixuan smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've fought, so this is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."

She stood up and looked at the Sun Clan member.

Snapped!
Cen Caixuan slapped the man across the face.

"You! You brat, you dare hit me?"

The Sun Clan member's eyes suddenly widened in fury.

"So what if I hit you? You're just a piece of trash, how dare you insult me?"

Cen Caixuan said indifferently, "If you're so capable, come with me to heaven!"

As she spoke, her body transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky.

"Things like ants!"

The middle-aged man from the Sun Clan immediately gave chase.

Feng Lin took a deep breath. "Why is it always Cen Caixuan who gets exposed?"

"Our clan is rather special, and we are easily discovered unless our level of cultivation is stronger than that of the perceiver."

Zhuang Qingyan looked at Feng Lin and explained, "That middle-aged man just now should also have reached the Pseudo-Saint realm, so he was able to sense it."

"No, you're lying to me. Your cultivation level was so low before, why couldn't anyone detect that you were from the Nine Nether Clan?"

Feng Lin looked at Zhuang Qingyan with curiosity.

"Because I have reached that level before; only after reaching that level can one master the method of controlling one's aura."

Zhuang Qingyan said with a smile, "This method cannot be taught; it can only be learned after she reaches the Saint level."

Boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, a deafening clap of thunder sounded in the distance, and the sky above was covered in purple and fiery red.

Feng Lin carefully assessed the situation. "This height is good. I can only hear the sound of collisions, and the resulting storm won't damage the buildings."

"That's natural. This homeland has existed for countless years. From the early days when the Nine Nether Clan became gods, they began to sign contracts. Different realms must fight at different heights, otherwise the buildings will be destroyed."

Zhuang Qingyan shook her head slightly, "However, everything still comes down to strength. As long as you are strong enough, no one will dare to say anything if you cause some damage."

"I know about this even if you don't tell me. No matter where you are, there will always be people who are above the rules."

Feng Lin said softly.

Meanwhile, all the people eating around the restaurant left and flew away into the distance.

As the Sun Clan just said, most people in their hometown haven't seen the Nine Nether Clan for a long time.

Moreover, in everyone's impression, the Nine Nether Clan belongs to the lowest level of all races.

They had no choice but to agree to whatever she asked, but this woman dared to attack them.

This inevitably attracted everyone's attention; at least in the eyes of most, they had never witnessed the Nine Nether Clan in battle. Feng Lin leisurely ate his meal, and it must be said, the strange cuisine tasted quite good.

"By the way, are you two eating?"

Feng Lin suddenly remembered the two people hanging on his body.

"Then I'll come down and try it. To be honest, I haven't gotten used to this place yet."

Ye Yourong got off Feng Lin.

The restaurant owner was astonished when he saw this; he had sensed something was wrong earlier.

Judging from the man's calm expression, he is definitely not simple.

Now, another member of the Divine Artifact Clan has descended from him, which is enough to prove it.

Those who possess divine artifacts are almost always major powers.

"I'd like to try it too."

At this moment, Feng Miao also removed herself from Feng Lin's wrist.

Upon seeing this, the restaurant owner's eyes widened in disbelief. Two of them?
Who exactly is this young man?

"Boss, please bring us two more plates of this dish called 'Grain Spirit'."

Feng Lin looked at the middle-aged man over there and said.

"Okay, right away!"

The middle-aged man nodded and went to the kitchen.

Before long, he personally carried two plates to Feng Lin's table.

He looked Feng Lin up and down and asked curiously, "Aren't you worried about the Nine Nether Clan just now? Once the Nine Nether Clan starts fighting, everyone will run to the opposite side."

"It's alright. If she encounters danger, she'll come back on her own. Aren't there contracts here? We can't fight down here."

Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand.

“If we’re dealing with the Nine Nether Clan, these rules don’t apply.”

The middle-aged man explained.

Ye Yourong and Feng Miao had already started eating, not minding at all.

Zhuang Qingyan finished eating what was on her plate and lit her pipe.

Feng Lin suddenly looked at the middle-aged man with a strange expression. He had a square face and black hair, which made him seem somewhat out of place among the people of Shenxiang.

"Boss, it seems you don't harbor that much hatred for the Nine Nether Clan," Feng Lin said with a smile.

"To be honest, my ancestors were not from the land of gods, but from another dimension."

The middle-aged man explained, "We don't hate the Nine Nether Clan as much as the natives of the Divine Land do."

"I see."

Feng Lin nodded.

Just then, Feng Lin looked up at the distant sky and realized that the middle-aged man had indeed been right.

Now it's not just one person fighting, but Cen Caixuan fighting against multiple opponents.

"Do you need help now?"

Zhuang Qingyan asked from the side.

"So, which of us should go help?"

Feng Lin asked.

"Is there a difference?" Zhuang Qingyan asked with a smile.

"Yes, the difference is huge. If it were you who made the move, it might cause a sensation. After all, with such a powerful person appearing in the Nine Nether Clan, the experts of the entire Divine Realm might gather because of your appearance."

Feng Lin paused, then pointed to himself, "If I had taken action, there wouldn't have been such a huge chain reaction."

Zhuang Qingyan nodded gently upon hearing this, "That's right, so what are your thoughts?"

Feng Lin smiled. "I want you to make a move." (End of Chapter)