Holy Sword from the Stars

A delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and my hands felt a silky smooth texture.

Wang Hong struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred for a moment, then filled with a deep red.

The bed beneath her was extremely soft, and on the bright red sheets, pairs of "囍" (double happiness) characters were embroidered in gold thread, with twin lotus flowers intertwined among them, their petals unfurling and lifelike.

A layer of crimson brocade hung down from above, embroidered with intricate golden phoenixes. Candlelight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting an ambiguous, dim yellow glow.

Marriage room?

Wang Hong was speechless. "What have they gotten me into this time...?"

"boom--"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, followed by the clatter of cups and saucers being knocked over.

Wang Hong's heart skipped a beat. Someone was coming?

He used both hands and feet to quickly retreat deeper into the gauze curtain.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, smooth touch in his hand. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look.

A slender figure sat quietly.

She wore a long red veil, a wedding gown embroidered with beautiful gold patterns, and her snow-white feet were faintly visible, her hands clasped together, her posture dignified.

Beneath the gossamer-thin veil, a jade crown shone brightly in the flickering candlelight, its radiance subtly shifting with the breath of its owner.

Points of light shone through the red silk, spreading out hazy halos, like the morning sun piercing through the clouds, concealing the exquisite outline behind it.

Wang Hong's heart pounded like a drum, and his heavy breathing sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

There's someone in bed!

I think I just touched her foot. Am I going to get beaten to death...?

The figure on the bed remained completely still.

Wang Hong is now in a dilemma. What should he do? Apologize to the bride? Was that loud noise just now the groom coming in?

A grown man like himself, in the bride's bridal chamber, on someone else's wedding bed...

The meteorite between his brows had completely subsided, becoming like an ordinary stone. No matter what methods Wang Hong used, there was no reaction, and the holy sword in his spine was completely unresponsive to his commands.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Time passed by, and the air seemed to freeze. The sounds outside the gauze curtain disappeared, and it seemed that only Wang Hong was left here.

What's going on? Why isn't the bride reacting at all?

Never mind, let's figure out the situation first! If all else fails, we'll tie up the bride and take her hostage!

Wang Hong stared at the bright red veil, a delicate fragrance wafting from it, as if he could sense a pair of captivating eyes curiously watching him.

He steeled his resolve and abruptly lifted the veil—

Inside the dimly lit gauze curtain, a jade crown held up the long hair, with a gemstone at the end trailing like a shooting star, its light shimmering. Fine silver threads, as thin as hair, hung down around the crown's brim, scattering the cool moonlight.

The red light streaming in from outside the tent outlined captivating lines on her face, and her snow-white skin made her rosy lips appear as bright as the rising sun.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled gently like fans, and a hint of heroic spirit emanated from her dark eyebrows, like a fairy descending to earth.

Wang Hong was so shaken that it took him a long time to come to his senses.

Um... is she asleep? That shouldn't be the case. Could she be practicing meditation? Entering a meditative state?

That doesn't make sense either. The chaotic noise outside the curtain just now would have woken even a dead pig!

Wang Hongfei thought quickly. So much time had passed, and apart from that loud noise, nothing else had happened outside.

The situation is unclear. Should I hold a knife to this woman's neck and figure out what's going on? If she dares to yell or scream, I'll kill her!

Thinking back to the dog demon and leopard demon I had seen before, I wonder if this world is full of monsters. Who knows what kind of demon this woman is?

I'm just a mortal; I might not be her match. I need to find a suitable weapon first!

Even a pair of scissors would do!

He tiptoed towards the edge of the bed.

The room was enormous; it was more like the inner chamber of a small palace than a room.

The vermilion beams and pillars are painted with auspicious clouds and cranes. In addition to this extravagantly large canopy bed, there are also dressing tables, screens, and chaise lounges in the distance, with furnishings that are extremely luxurious.

Strangely, Yunying and Huang San were nowhere to be seen. Where did they go?

The floor of the main hall was littered with debris, and wine was spilled all over the place.

Suddenly, a headless corpse appeared before them.

Wang Hong's heart jumped into his throat. He was a fine young man who couldn't even kill a chicken. When had he ever seen such a bloody scene?

Murder scene?

Did the bride kill the groom? Wang Hong felt a chill run down his spine, as if the bride was staring at him, ready to devour him.

Looking back, the figure in red was still sitting quietly.

No! The thud I just heard must have come from that headless corpse! The thuds were from the debris falling to the ground.

The bride remained seated and motionless; it couldn't be her. And the corpse—clad in armor and wielding a weapon—didn't resemble the groom at all!

Despite his discomfort, Wang Hongqiang leaned forward to check on him.

The corpse's neck had been severed cleanly at the root, the cut surface smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood. He dared not look any longer, and only glanced down at the body.

The corpse was dressed in black and gold armor, holding a gilded black halberd in its right hand, and had a strange bag hanging from its waist.

Wang Hong reached out and took the bag off. There seemed to be some words written on it. Upon closer inspection, uh...

I don't know him...

However, the most important thing right now is a weapon! He casually hung the storage bag on his waist and reached for the knife with his right hand.

hiss......

The hilt was icy cold to the touch; he had never felt such a strange sensation before.

A cool sensation emanated from the knife, starting in his hand and slowly traveling to his arm and heart. The knife seemed to have become a part of his body, its blade trembling slightly in rhythm with his breathing.

This must be a treasured sword!

Following that strange feeling, Wang Hong suddenly pulled his hand away.

Ok?

Not moving.

He gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, placed his foot on the headless corpse, and pulled it backward with all his might—

Uh... it's still not moving.

Damn it! I have a knife but I can't use it, what am I going to do?!

"You drew your sword, are you trying to kill me?" A murderous voice rang out from behind, and Wang Hong could even feel the heat emanating from beside his ear.

Wang Hong's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He used the last of his strength to pull the knife back, but it was as if it were welded to the corpse and remained motionless.

He decisively let go, turned his head without looking back, and scrambled forward.

thump!

Wang Hong tripped over the fallen railing, which then knocked down a screen and flowerpots next to him, all of which landed on top of him.

Wang Hong was utterly despondent. "Damn it! I'm going to die before I even get started. I'm done for today!"

Time passed second by second.

Nothing happened.

Wang Hong struggled to lift the screen and crawled out using both his hands and feet.

Huh? He looked up in confusion, but there was nothing in front of him. Looking towards the gauze curtain, the figure in red was still sitting quietly, eyes closed.

What's going on? Am I hallucinating? Am I scaring myself?

"Hey, don't you want to look behind you?"

Wang Hong froze, thinking, "Damn it!"

He slowly turned his head.

A pair of bright, large eyes were staring at him curiously, less than half a foot away, their breath as fragrant as orchids, like a spring breeze caressing his face.