My Wife is A Sword God

The corpse demon disaster in Shuliang City has finally come to an end.

Looking at the devastated city with corpses everywhere, it was difficult to judge this battle in terms of victory or defeat.

Under the leadership of Zhou Kai, a group of officials and demon slayers dealt with the aftermath of Shuliang City.

Sima Kong glanced at the distant thunderclouds and withdrew his gaze.

Cang Feilan was taken away by the powerful and mysterious dragon shadow.

The Azure Dragon lineage lost the Dragon Pearl, and the body would inevitably fall into a state of extreme weakness. Only the Dragon Clan’s habitat, Heavenly Lake, could alleviate this weakness.

Perhaps out of concern for his daughter, the giant dragon did not take away the Dragon Pearl within Qin Feng’s body. However, when leaving, he left a sentence: “If this person dares to betray my daughter in the future, I will make sure no grass grows in the Southern Region.”

This statement was quite thought-provoking.

On the other side, outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion in Jinyang City, Father Qin’s brows slowly relaxed.

The old man poured a cup of wine for himself and said, “You can protect him for a while, but you can’t protect him for a lifetime. The future path is something that the boy has to walk on his own.”

“That’s something to consider in the future. The danger of this trip to Shuliang City, you and I both know very well.” Father Qin looked calm, but a hint of resentment and anger lingered in his tone.

In response, the old man didn’t care, “After putting himself to death. This life-and-death calamity for him is also a transformation. He entered the Literature Saint Lineage too late. If he follows the usual path, he might lack the ability to protect himself when facing real danger in the future.”

Speaking of which, the old man suddenly smiled, “But I didn’t expect that boy to take a path that no one has ever taken before.”

Guiding countless white fate stars, how many Literature Saint’s in history have achieved this?

When Father Qin heard this, he was more worried than happy. To tread a path where no one has gone before also means relying on oneself to explore the path ahead.

The road opened has always been full of thorns.

He was well aware of this.

“What about the Dragon Clan?” Qin Jian’an suddenly thought of something and looked worried.

The girl who sacrificed the Dragon Pearl to protect his son made him feel mixed emotions.

Since ancient times, it has been most difficult to bear the grace of beauty.

He didn’t notice it, but his son unexpectedly had such charm.

But how should the Qin family repay such kindness?

“Haven’t you heard what that guy said? If your boy dares to wrong the girl, he will ensure that no grass grows in the Southern Region.” The old man propped up his legs and took a sip of wine.

It seemed like everything was within his expectations.

In theory, being able to marry into the dragon clan, becoming one with the Azure Dragon lineage, is something countless men dream of.

However, Qin Jian’an faced a dilemma. His daughter-in-law is no ordinary woman. Will she agree?

Even if Liu Jianli agrees, taking a spouse from the dragon clan requires a substantial dowry. After all, the Dragon Clan was well known for its wealth.

Although Feng’er is quite business-savvy and considered wealthy, for the dragon clan, this financial strength is insufficient.

As the head of the family, Qin Jian’an himself is also financially strained.

Perhaps sensing Qin Jian’an’s worries, the old man stroked his beard and raised an eyebrow, saying, “What are you afraid of? There will naturally be someone to provide the bridal gift for the dragon clan. Why bother yourself?”

“Who will provide it?” Qin Jian’an was puzzled.

The old man didn’t answer but instead looked towards the north.

Qin’s father also looked in that direction, which is the direction of Imperial City.

They exchanged a glance and then revealed a meaningful smile.

Although the Dragon Beads protected Qin Feng’s life, his injuries were too severe and he remained in a coma.

In his Divine Sea, those white life stars scattered on the sea of clouds emitted a brilliant light, nurturing his injured soul.

And the Dragon Beads floating in his dantian continuously emitted golden light, baptizing his broken body while making his flesh and blood more robust.

During this continuous repair process, those white life stars underwent a change.

They merged into one place, emitting a white-gold light, then separated again, turning into countless stars.

Of course, Qin Feng was unaware of this.

He had a dream. He dreamed of an exceptionally beautiful woman with distinct features, her silver scales shining brightly, and rosy lips that sparked imagination.

He had never seen this woman before, but she felt inexplicably familiar.

Until his gaze moved up, he saw her eyes. In the light blue eyes, tears sparkled, making him feel extremely distressed.

It was Miss Cang!

“I have to go.” The woman in the dream reluctantly said.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng wanted to reach out and hold her, but at that moment, he woke up.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting light into the room, and the scent of medicine filled the air.

Feeling a bit confused and at a loss, he felt as if he was in another world.

There were bustling sounds outside, clattering and tinkling incessantly, as if someone was repairing something.

A maid held a bowl of medicinal soup and said in surprise, “Young Master, you’ve finally awakened!”

Qin Feng had been unconscious for three days and three nights.

If it weren’t for his heartbeat and the sound of his breath, everyone would have thought he was dead.

Lying on the bed, people would come by from time to time, telling him about what was happening in Shuliang City.

Yang Mang couldn’t be more dead, and the disaster of the corpse ghosts had completely passed.

People in the city also began to rebuild their homes, and the clinking sounds outside came from this.

Zhang Tiannan came with fruits, leaving with a “take care” after dropping them off.

Shortly after Zhang Tiannan left, Si Zheng also came to visit. However, he didn’t bring anything; he just picked up the fruits by the bedside, wiped them with his sleeves, and started eating.

“The corpse demons are indeed difficult to deal with; the Death Qi is continuous, allowing them to die and come back to life. If it weren’t for the formation you set up to isolate the Death Qi, coupled with the presence of Spear Immortal, this time would have been extremely dangerous.”

“Chief Zhou will report the disaster of the corpse demons in Shuliang City to Imperial City. Your contribution this time is significant, and there will definitely be rewards. Maybe by then, you’ll climb higher than me.”

While biting into the fruit, Si Zheng kept talking, seemingly intentionally diverting Qin Feng’s attention.

In this world, it was always this cruel.

He looked at his body, then glanced around. The image of the young lady in the dream appeared again.

“Why am I not dead, and where is Miss Cang?” 

The questions that needed to be asked were always asked. Si Zheng scratched his head, having learned the details from Chief Zhou later.

In shock and reflection, he chose not to hide anything, explaining everything for both Qin Feng and Cang Feilan.

After hearing everything, Qin Feng’s pupils dilated, “Where did Miss Cang go?”

“According to Chief Zhou, she should have returned to the dragon clan’s dwelling place—Heavenly Lake.”

The so-called Heavenly Lake, Qin Feng had seen it in books; it was a hidden place, rumored to float in the sky, where all the dragons in the world originated.

He touched his abdomen; there was still a warm breath continuously sweeping through his body, presumably from the Dragon Beads.

How could he repay such kindness?

Three days later, Qin Feng barely regained his mobility. Following Chief Zhou’s instructions, he arrived at the place where the common people were laid to rest.

At a glance, there were mounds of earth and tombstones everywhere, and many people were weeping in front of the graves.

He stroked the tombstone beside him and saw a familiar figure.

It was Uncle Wu, who had been brought by Amu that night. At this moment, the other party’s left leg was missing a section. He was leaning on a cane and tending the weeds in front of the monument.

Uncle Wu heard the movement, turned to look, and nodded in greeting.

“This kid, Amu, has been an orphan since childhood. People from the city have supported him and raised him. It’s because of this that he has such deep feelings for Shuliang City.”

“Well, at least he died in the place where he was raised and nurtured.”

“I thought I would go down with him, but unexpectedly, the King of Hell will take me later.”

Uncle Wu rambled on for a long time, seemingly reflecting on the unpredictability of life.

Looking up, how many people were there, where the white-haired bid farewell to the black-haired?

“We don’t want much, we just want to live a peaceful life. Why is it so difficult?” Uncle Wu sighed.

“There will be such a day,” Qin Feng replied.

The words drifted in the wind, echoing in the heart.

As long as The Great Qian Dynasty exists, there will still be people like Amu, those demon-slayers who are not afraid of death, and those nameless people who dare to face everything to protect their loved ones and homeland.

There will eventually be such a day.

Qin Feng was deeply convinced of this.

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