Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 59 Immortals? Just kill them.

The iron-blooded youth who fell to the ground cried out in shock, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

The envoy's mouth was agape, and his eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

He saw it clearly.

Just now, at the very moment the sword energy was about to touch Lin Che.

The woman in red who had been hiding behind him merely—raised her eyelids slightly.

Just like that.

That terrifying sword energy disappeared.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on the face of the young man in white robes.

His gaze finally shifted completely from Lin Che, this "ant," to Su Hongyi.

"No—you're not an ordinary ghost."

He stared intently at Su Hongyi, his eyes no longer filled with greed and possessiveness, but with a hint of wariness and—excitement.

"This power—this erasure at the level of rules—what exactly are you?"

"thing?"

Lin Che's expression darkened.

What he hated most was when people used such words to describe Su Hongbiao.

"My husband doesn't like you talking like that."

Su Hongyi peeked out from behind Lin Che, her voice clear and crisp, yet carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"So, you should just die."

She had barely finished speaking.

The entire "Red Mansion" came alive.

The alluring blood-red flowers on the wall moved without wind, their petals fluttering down and transforming into countless red blades that swept towards the white-robed youth.

From beneath the floor, countless pale arms burst forth from the ground, reaching for his feet.

On the ceiling, the huge crystal chandelier shone brightly with crimson light, and beams of red light, like chains, blocked all his escape routes.

The entire villa has been transformed into a deadly prison!

"A trivial skill!"

The white-robed youth snorted coldly, and the ancient sword beneath his feet emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

"Sword Domain, open!"

"Buzz—!"

A powerful sword intent erupted from him.

Countless invisible swords swirled and danced around him, forming an absolute defensive domain.

Those blood-red petals, pale arms, and red chains of light were instantly pulverized as soon as they came within three feet of his body.

"So he was a demon tamer."

The white-robed youth blocked the attack, and the arrogance on his face returned.

"You think you can contend with us immortal cultivators by commanding some insignificant brats? How laughable!"

He looked at Lin Che, his eyes filled with pity.

"Mortal, you have no idea how precious this treasure beside you truly is."

"Using her as a weapon, as a shield, is a complete waste!"

"Only in my hands can she realize her greatest value and become the resources for my journey to immortality!"

As he spoke, he made a mysterious hand seal with both hands.

The ancient sword beneath his feet suddenly blazed with azure light, transforming into a blue dragon that roared and soared into the sky, heading straight for Su Hongyi.

"Today, I will show you, a mere mortal, what true power is!"

"We'll take her in, then we'll deal with you!"

Wherever the azure dragon passed, the space itself groaned under its unbearable weight.

The envoy and the young man felt as if their souls were being torn apart by that sword intent.

Is this the power of cultivators?

Compared to this immense power, the strange things they had faced before were like children's games!

However, faced with this devastating blow...

A hint of impatience appeared on Su Hongyi's face.

She was too lazy to even use the mansion's power to resist anymore.

She simply extended one hand.

A slender, fair hand, so perfect it seemed otherworldly.

Then, he gently grasped the roaring azure dragon.

"Noisy."

Just that one action.

One word.

The azure dragon, formed from pure sword energy, seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand at its vital point.

Its massive body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Then, from beginning to end, it shattered into pieces.

"Click—click—"

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the hall.

The ancient sword, its blade gleaming with a bluish light, let out a mournful cry, its radiance dimmed instantly, and it fell to the ground.

"puff--!"

The young man in white robes was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward, staring at Su Hongyi in disbelief.

"You—you destroyed my natal flying sword?!"

His voice was filled with horror and anger.

That was a magical artifact that he had nurtured with his life essence for over a hundred years!

Su Hongyi didn't even glance at him.

She just tilted her head and looked at Lin Che, like a child waiting for praise.

"Husband, he was too noisy, I made him quiet."

Lin Che reached out and patted her head.

This time, his movements were very gentle.

"good."

He only said one word.

Then, he raised his head, his gaze passing over the pale-faced young man in white robes, and landing on the two envoys from the capital who were completely petrified in the corner.

"Now."

"We can continue discussing whether meals will be provided in the capital."

Lin Che's words were like a needle, gently piercing the extremely tense membrane in the room.

Go to the capital, will they provide meals or not?

This question, at this moment, in this hall where a natal flying sword had just been crushed by someone, seemed both absurd and terrifying.

The special envoy and the iron-willed young man in the corner were stiff, their bodies frozen, forgetting even to breathe.

Their brains have completely shut down.

A being who appeared to be a cultivator was easily crippled by the red-clad female ghost.

But this young man named Lin Che, the female ghost's "husband," was only concerned about eating.

This is so—fearless.

"You—you all—"

The young man in white robes clutched his chest, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stared intently at Lin Che and Su Hongyi, his eyes filled with resentment, madness, and an incomprehensible humiliation.

He lost.

The defeat was inexplicable and utterly futile.

He didn't even see how the other party made their move.

"Mortal! Do you think you can challenge the dignity of us immortal cultivators just because you have a demonic creature?"

He roared and pulled a talisman inscribed with blood-red runes from his robes.

"Today, even if it damages my foundation, I will annihilate both of you, soul and spirit!"

The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, transforming into a ball of blood-red light that instantly merged into his body.

The white-robed youth's aura rose in a strange way, countless blood-red lines appeared on his pale face, his black hair moved without wind, and the space around him began to distort.

He was burning his own life essence in exchange for a temporary, superhuman power.

"My lord, he's going to self-destruct."

Su Hongyi whispered a reminder to Lin Che from behind, her tone carrying a hint of disgust, as if she were talking about something very dirty.

"I know."

Lin Che patted her hand reassuringly.

He could feel that the force had locked onto him.

It was a violent force that existed purely for destruction.

A red glint flashed in Su Hongyi's eyes, and she was about to step forward.

Lin Che reached out and stopped her.

"Don't move."

Lin Che's voice was calm.

Su Hongyi was taken aback and looked at him in confusion.

"Husband?"

"This time," Lin Che turned to look at her, a gentle smile on his face, "I'll do it myself."

He didn't want to hide behind Su Hongyi every time.

This world is rife with the bizarre and teeming with powerful individuals.

Today a cultivator of immortality comes, tomorrow a cultivator of demonic arts might come, or even something that claims to be a god might come.

He couldn't let Su Hongyi stand in front of him forever.

A head of the household should act like one.

Even if you're living off a woman, you should still have backbone.