After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Surprisingly, Zhuge Xuanji did not walk at the very front, but instead turned slightly to the side, falling half a step behind.

In front of him was a boy who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

The young man was dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold, wore a jade crown, and had handsome features; he was indeed a good-looking man.

However, upon closer inspection, one would discover a sense of vicissitude in the depths of his eyes that belies his age, and his gait is so steady that it is not like that of a young man, but rather like that of an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

Even more strangely, the way the Shenji Sect members looked at this young man was filled with awe, and even... fear?

Beneath the red veil, Ding Wan's divine sense had already swept across the entire scene.

She trembled when she "saw" the holy son.

wrong.

This aura, this fluctuation of the soul...

She suddenly raised her hand and ripped off the red veil on her head!

"Miss!" The maid beside her exclaimed in shock, "The veil is to be lifted by the groom, how could you do it yourself..."

far away.

"Exonerate her!" Patriarch Ding Yuanshan's expression changed drastically. He quickly stood up and forced an awkward smile at the surrounding guests. "I'm so sorry, so sorry. My daughter was too nervous and lost her composure for a moment..."

He strode over to Ding Wan and, in a low voice, scolded, "Put the veil on quickly! What kind of behavior is this!"

Ding Wan seemed not to hear.

She just stared intently at the so-called "holy son," and suddenly laughed.

That smile was exquisitely beautiful, yet as cold as ice, sending a chill down the spines of everyone who saw it.

"I see, that explains it..."

Chapter 104 True Sword Immortal

"Ah……"

A soft laugh broke the feigned festive atmosphere in the hall.

Ding Wan stood in the center of the red carpet, her veil already clutched in her hand.

The red silk embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, now crumpled between her fingers, perfectly mirrored the absurd nature of this marriage.

"I said, how could you arrange my marriage to an 'infant'?"

She spoke softly, her voice not loud, yet it clearly carried throughout the entire hall.

"I was wondering why you all said he had the 'potential to be an emperor'..."

Ding Wan's gaze swept over Ding Yuanshan, over the elders of the Ding family, over the people of Shenji Sect, and finally settled on the young man's face.

"So he wasn't a holy son at all."

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the sharp sword intent of a Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator, causing the cups and plates on the jade table in the hall to vibrate loudly:

"He is your Shenji Sect's ancestor who has lingered on for nine thousand years, never able to break through to the Mahayana stage—Zhuge Wuxin!"

Dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop inside the main hall.

Everyone stared at Ding Wan in disbelief.

His gaze then slowly moved, sweeping over his father, Ding Yuanshan, whose expression had suddenly changed, in the main seat; over the panicked faces of the Ding family elders on both sides; and over the gloomy gazes of the Shenji Sect members.

Finally, the image settled on the "young saint" wearing a white robe embroidered with gold.

The smile on Zhuge Wuxin's face slowly disappeared.

He didn't deny it, but looked at Ding Wan with his weathered eyes and spoke softly:

"Didn't your elders teach you the most basic manners?"

These words were spoken.

Inside the entire hall, the air seemed to have stopped moving.

hiss--

Then a collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.

Countless gazes turned to the Ding family members, filled with surprise and shock...

There was even disdain.

"Rebellious girl!"

Ding Yuanshan's face turned pale and then red. He pointed at Ding Wan, trembling with anger: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Why aren't you apologizing to the Holy Son yet?!"

"Apologize?" Ding Wan laughed, her laughter full of sarcasm. "You married me off to a nine-thousand-year-old monster, and you expect me to apologize?"

She walked step by step toward the center of the hall, and with each step, the sword intent emanating from her body grew stronger.

“I, Ding Wan, entered Qi into my body at the age of three, established my foundation at the age of seven, reached the Golden Core stage at the age of fifteen, the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty-four, and the Deity Transformation stage at the age of thirty… In my entire life, I have never failed to live up to the title of ‘genius’.”

"I started practicing swordsmanship at the age of five, comprehended the essence of swordsmanship at the age of ten, and mastered the essence of swordsmanship at the age of twenty. The sword in my hand is for the sake of heaven and earth and for the sake of the people."

She stopped in her tracks, surveyed the entire room, her eyes flashing with a cold, piercing light:

"But what about you? My good father, my good family... what have you all done?"

“You put me in shackles and chains, told me that family interests are above all else, and treated me as an emotionless ‘tool’.”

"Now, you want to marry me off to an old monster, using my entire life to exchange for the hope of 'breaking the curse'?!"

"Do you know that in the ancient war, tens of thousands of cultivators from the Xuanling Sect perished because of your cowardice and desertion?!"

"Instead of bearing the consequences and repaying your fate, you want to force me into marriage and use someone else to escape the secrets of heaven..."

"It's utterly hopelessly stupid."

The wind and snow poured in through the open palace doors, blowing her wedding dress and scattering the golden hairpins that bound her hair.

Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, and her wedding dress fluttered in the wind.

She was like a red plum blossom blooming proudly in a blizzard, poignant and resolute.

"I won't marry him."

Three words, each uttered slowly and deliberately, each word carrying weight and conviction.

Outside the palace, the wind and snow suddenly intensified.

The gale whipped up ice shards that slammed against the cold jade wall, making a crackling sound.

The sky darkened, and the clouds hung low, as if the entire world was angry about this absurd wedding.

Ding Wan stood in the center of the main hall, her wedding dress so bright red it was almost blinding.

She stood there all alone, surrounded by a hall full of guests, family elders, and powerful figures from various sects, but not a single person stood by her side.

She was like a phoenix forced to the edge of a cliff, her feathers vibrant and her eyes resolute.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone stared blankly at the woman in red standing in the center of the hall, at the resolute flame burning in her eyes, and at the increasingly intense and chilling sword intent emanating from her.

This sword intent at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage actually made many Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators present feel their hearts tremble!

"You rebellious daughter...you rebellious daughter!" Ding Yuanshan's face turned ashen with rage. He took a step forward, and the pressure of a peak Tribulation Transcending expert erupted. "The orders of our parents and the words of the matchmaker, how dare you disobey them!"

The elders of the Ding family also stood up and surrounded Ding Wan in the center.

"Zhaoxue, stop this nonsense!" an old woman with white hair shouted sternly. "This marriage concerns the rise and fall of our family for ten thousand years. How can you act so willfully!"

"Hurry up and apologize to the Holy Son and all the seniors!" another elder shouted angrily.

Looking at these familiar faces, Ding Wan suddenly felt incredibly alienated.

She recalled how her father taught her swordsmanship when she was a child, telling her, "My daughter will surely achieve great things in the future."

She recalled the elders' ecstatic joy when she broke through to the Golden Core stage, saying, "The Ding family's revival is in sight."

But on the day she turned sixteen, all the pampering and expectations vanished like bubbles.

"Ordered by one's parents?"

Ding Wan repeated softly, then suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter, "What a wonderful arrangement of parents!"

She abruptly stopped laughing, and the last trace of warmth in her eyes vanished completely.

Even if one's sword intent has reached its peak, can one still not sever this cause and effect?

How pathetic.

"Rebellious girl!"

"I gave birth to you and raised you; your flesh and blood are a gift from me; your cultivation is thanks to the family; everything you have is given to you by us!"

"How dare you be so rebellious!!"

Ding Yuanshan unleashed his full cultivation power, determined to end this farce.

But he was shocked to discover that his spiritual power at the Void Refinement stage was completely powerless against Ding Wan!

"So what? So I'm just supposed to be treated like an object, at your mercy?"

"I control my own life!"

"Wan Sheng did not seek to clear her name, but instead traveled the mortal realm, slaying demons and monsters. For over thirty years, she did good deeds. Upon her death, she did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and her soul returned to heaven. She had no further connection with her clan and blood relatives."

With each sentence Ding Wan spoke, she took a step forward.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her sword intent surged within her, showing faint signs of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage and touching the Void Refinement stage.

"Today, I will return all of this to you."

Ding Wan raised her hand, and the Azure Cloud Sword pierced through the air.

She unleashed a burst of sword energy, severing her beautiful hair in the middle, her black strands flying everywhere.

"Today I will cut off my hair to return to my mother, return my flesh and blood to my father, return my cultivation to my clan, and return my life to Heaven!"