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Smoke and dust filled the air, with faint arcs of lightning flashing through it.

Zhao Ling'er hurriedly put on her clothes, ignoring her wet hair, and looked worriedly at the figure still standing in the smoke and dust.

She had never killed anyone before, and she was really panicked.

Thinking about it carefully, it was just peeping at me while I was showering; there was no need to kill me.

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing the cough, Zhao Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief.

A hand gently waved to clear away the smoke and dust, revealing an unharmed figure.

"Why didn't you dodge just now?" Zhao Ling'er couldn't believe that someone who could withstand her subconscious use of lightning magic couldn't dodge it.

Tan Wenjie waved his hand dismissively: "Just a nobody like Lei."

If he hadn't restrained his instincts just now, his lightning magic would have been shattered before he could even stir up any dust.

The sanitation on Fairy Spirit Island is terrible. There's so much dust. Forget about creating a civilized city; it's hopeless.

Instead of focusing on those less important things, let's first look at the original goddess, Ling'er.

He was greatly disappointed at first glance. The girl was pretty and adorable, but Tan Wenjie was past the age of judging by looks. He was now more interested in her buttocks, breasts, and thighs.

He remembered that Zhao Ling'er's transformation into a descendant of Nuwa was quite exaggerated. Could it be that transformation could elevate one's status?

The current Zhao Ling'er is simply very beautiful, a fairy-like girl.

But that's all.

He had not only seen the fairy but also slept with her; the enchantment had been dispelled.

"You! What are you looking at!" Zhao Ling'er glared at her with her big, watery eyes, half-filled with anger, but without any intimidation.

Is this the fairy version of "What are you looking at?"

The threat is zero, but the lethality is maximum.

Tan Wenjie was also puzzled. According to the plot, shouldn't Zhao Ling'er ask him what he came to the island for, then he said he needed a golden core to save people, then he met his grandmother, and finally she directly betrothed Zhao Ling'er to him?

As an ordinary handsome man who was powerless to even kill a chicken, he could only grit his teeth and endure this humiliation, marry Ling'er, and then "after one night".

"Someone has trespassed on the island!"

Someone shouted from afar, and then a series of lights flashed by. The female disciples of the Water Moon Palace of Immortal Spirit Island, each with a different appearance, rushed over and immediately formed a formation to protect Zhao Ling'er behind them.

It might be a sect rule of Shuiyue Palace that the disciples all wear blue clothes, which is not inherently wrong.

However, it is important to emphasize that Fairy Island is an island.

To put it more realistically, the people were exposed to the sun at sea, resulting in severe pigmentation on their skin.

As a descendant of Nuwa, Zhao Ling'er is not human, so even if she is exposed to the sun, she will not get tanned. The other people in Shuiyue Palace are ordinary mortals, so you can imagine their skin condition.

Their skin was rougher than the other's.

Moreover, female martial arts practitioners share a common characteristic: they are flat-chested.

Under the protection of a group of "black peonies" in blue dresses who were exposed to the sun without applying sunscreen, the fair-skinned, delicate, and charming Zhao Ling'er was even more stunning than a fairy from heaven.

At that moment, Tan Wenjie suddenly understood the "Qiu Xiang Law".

Ling'er is indeed beautiful; I had been appreciating her from the wrong angle before.

"Who are you, and why are you forcibly landing on the island?"

Seeing that Tan Wenjie remained silent and his posture, though casual, was flawless, the female disciples of Shuiyue Palace could only watch him warily, not daring to approach him without permission.

Just as the two sides were at an impasse, a weathered figure walked over, leaning on a cane.

"Grandma!" Zhao Ling'er exclaimed in surprise when she saw the person who had arrived.

Tan Wenjie's brow twitched: "Grandma? Could it be Zixuan?"

Time truly waits for no one. The former descendant of Nuwa, who once captivated Chonglou, now looks like an old man.

The other person looked at Tan Wenjie and asked respectfully, "Are you Senior Tan?"

"My surname is Tan."

It seems it's not Zixuan.

"It really is you! You look exactly the same!"

"What's your name, ma'am?" Tan Wenjie touched his face.

My appearance is constantly evolving. Even if someone has seen me before, I could never look exactly the same. Maybe they're just trying to get close to me.

Besides, she only has beautiful female fans; middle-aged and elderly people are not within the range of her charm.

"I am Jiang, a maidservant who follows the descendants of Nuwa. You may call me by my real name, A'luo."

"Grandma Jiang is better. Do you recognize me?"

"Of course I recognize it!"

Grandma Jiang nodded and said to the others:
"This is Senior Tan, please do not be disrespectful!"

"Yes!" the disciples of Shuiyue Palace answered in unison, putting away their weapons.

Although Zhao Ling'er is the master of Shuiyue Palace, Grandma holds real power and is more likely to win over the people.

"I know you have many questions." Granny Jiang gestured, inviting Tan Wenjie into the Water Moon Palace for a detailed discussion. "Do you still remember our previous agreement?"

"An agreement?" Tan Wenjie frowned, recalling that he didn't seem to have made any vows in this world.

Jing Tian should be considered one of those who haven't seen him again, but given his status as the Flying Roc General, even if he enters reincarnation again, the day of their reunion shouldn't be far off.

“You once said that Ling’er was your wife,” Granny Jiang said with utmost seriousness. “With your extraordinary abilities, you must have already seen through the secrets of heaven.”

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Under Granny Jiang's expectant gaze and Ling'er's shy and puzzled look, Tan Wenjie nodded with a straight face: "Indeed, it seems there is such a thing."

I was just saying a few words to Zixuan casually back then, I never thought it would be taken as a prophecy from a god.

Once you become strong enough, people will naturally become your supporters and endorse you.

Once inside the main hall, Granny Jiang dismissed everyone else to prepare for the wedding.

Zhao Ling'er couldn't wait any longer and shook her arm: "Grandma? What exactly happened?"

"Do you remember the portrait you saw when you were a child?" Grandma Jiang asked.

"I remember." Zhao Ling'er nodded, then turned to look at Tan Wenjie, leaning forward to examine his face with a cute expression.

When Tan Wenjie lowered his gaze and their eyes met, she immediately blushed and hid behind Grandma Jiang.

After a short while, he tilted his head and quietly looked at Tan Wenjie again.

“My mother showed it to me when I was little,” Zhao Ling’er said. “She said it was about gods.”

"Yes," Grandma Jiang nodded, "your love was ordained by heaven."

Even someone as thick-skinned as Tan Wenjie felt a little embarrassed.

The immortals are real, and so is fate, but the rest isn't so real.

The wedding has been arranged, and the couple will be married on the same day.

Keep everything simple.

Fortunately, Tan Wenjie knew in advance that this was Zhao Ling'er. Otherwise, with such an absurdly fast-paced marriage, he would have really suspected that the other party was planning to substitute Zhao Ling'er for Zhao Ling'er, and that when the red veil was lifted, the person sitting inside was actually Granny Jiang, who was wearing heavy makeup.

Because Tan Wenjie was of a very high generation, Grandma Jiang did not dare to sit at the head of the table to drink tea. In the end, the ceremony began and ended with the same ritual of bowing to heaven and earth.

"The ceremony is completed and sent to the bridal chamber!"

As the two walked hand in hand into the bridal chamber, Grandma Jiang, sitting alone by the candlelight, couldn't help but gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief.

Ling'er, whom she had raised for so many years, has finally grown up.

With Tam Man-kit protecting her, I believe she will be able to live a happy and stable life in the future, without having to live in fear.

“The young master is an upright man,” a female disciple from Shuiyue Palace sighed. “He only ever had eyes for Ling’er and never once looked at us.”

The other nodded in agreement: "Yes, for him to overlook our beauty, the son-in-law must be a true gentleman."

"They will definitely have a long and happy marriage."

A gust of wind blew, and the candle was extinguished.

Grandma Jiang looked up in confusion.

"Huh, what about people?"

When did the disciples of Shuiyue Palace improve their lightness skills?

As the candles were lit, the disciples of Shuiyue Palace appeared one by one.

Grandma Jiang: "..."

Is it possible that the son-in-law didn't look at them because he didn't see them at all?

And on the other side.

The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.

In Zhao Ling'er's boudoir, where everything was kept simple, Tan Wenjie lifted the red veil according to the steps.

To be blunt, he's been opening these things too many times, and the novelty of opening blind boxes is gone.

Every time the veil was lifted, what lay beneath was an exquisitely beautiful face, offering no surprises whatsoever.

Zhao Ling'er blushed and met his gaze, tentatively calling out, "Husband?"

"My wife," Tan Wenjie said with a smile.

"What exactly did Grandma mean by that today?" Zhao Ling'er pulled his arm and affectionately invited him to sit beside her, showing none of the awkwardness she had on their first meeting.

Ever since she learned that it was her destiny, and that he was the husband chosen by her mother and even her maternal grandmother, she felt a genuine sense of closeness. Tan Wenjie: "..."

On his first wedding night, he wanted to talk to his bride about her maternal grandparents' stories, and the image of an older man dating a younger woman became stronger and stronger.

So, it still has to be a grandfather-granddaughter relationship.

“I am good friends with your maternal grandmother, Zixuan, and I also have a good relationship with your maternal grandfather, Xu Changqing.”

It's pretty good, I'd say.

After all, he and Chonglou had caused trouble at the Demon Locking Tower and Mount Shu more than once, and had almost destroyed Mount Shu many times, but Xu Changqing and the leaders of Mount Shu had never stopped him and had always been very polite.

Ling'er tilted her head innocently and asked, "Should I call you husband or grandpa?"

Do I look like my grandfather to you?

“No!” Ling’er shook her head. “You look only a few years older than Ling’er, like Ling’er’s older brother.”

Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction: "Then call him brother."

It's better not to call him Brother Jie, otherwise he'll easily be reminded of all the unlucky souls he's tricked along the way through countless worlds, which is very unlucky.

"Brother Wenjie?"

"Ah."

"Brother Wenjie!"

"I'm here."

"Brother Wenjie, how do we go to the bridal chamber?"

"Well, I don't really know much about this either, but I heard you have to take off your clothes first."

Tan Wenjie has always been very good at teaching. Some things are hard to explain, so he should explain them while demonstrating.

The ultimate goal of learning is not to memorize, but to use it when needed.

With the idea of ​​educating and nurturing people in mind, he seriously extended his "legal" evil hand towards Zhao Ling'er.

"Brother Wenjie, you're so good at taking off your clothes."

"Some things become easier with practice."

"But you just said you don't understand anything."

Ling'er is simply naive, not stupid.

Her master, the Palace Master Lingyue, had taught her medicine and magic when she was alive. The harmony of Yin and Yang is the great Dao, so how could she not learn it?

Seeing Tan Wenjie looking over, she even winked at him mischievously, sticking out her delicate nose.

"Ling'er."

"Ok?"

"It's time for us to consummate our marriage."

"Mmm." Her voice trembled slightly.

The red candle was blown out, and a shadow fell onto the bed.

"My grandma and the others have always protected me, but I'm too weak. I want to become stronger to protect everyone."

"This is the real Ling'er."

Tan Wenjie was deeply moved.

After one night.

Tan Wenjie woke up in bed with Ling'er in his arms and refused Ling'er's request to spar.

He never imagined he would be given as a post-war reward.

The descendants of Nuwa are terrifying. Fortunately, I am gifted with exceptional talent and physical strength, otherwise it would be embarrassing if I were forced to take drugs.

When the two got dressed and got out of bed and came to the hall, everyone from Shuiyue Palace was already waiting there.

"Ling'er, you!" Granny Jiang stared at Zhao Ling'er in shock.

The other female disciples were in similar situations.

Zhao Ling'er blushed, but she couldn't control her voice.

Even Tan Wenjie felt a little embarrassed. To have a wedding night on a widow's island was as inhumane as talking about one's imperial uncle in front of a eunuch.

"How did your cultivation level increase so much!" Granny Jiang circled around Ling'er, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Zhao Ling'er's skill not only became more profound, but her aura also became more stable, indicating that she had fully mastered this power and had not forcibly improved it by using some unspeakable evil method.

"This is all thanks to Brother Wenjie," Zhao Ling'er said, clinging to Tan Wenjie's arm as if presenting a treasure.

All eyes of the people in Shuiyue Palace were fixed on Tan Wenjie.

Even Granny Jiang couldn't help but say, "Senior, you may not know this, but the Nanzhao Kingdom has been taken over by a villain named the Moon Worship Cult Leader. Ling'er's mother, the Witch Queen, died trying to suppress his Water Demon Beast. The Moon Worship Cult Leader has been trying to capture Ling'er and has been sending Miao people to the island to test us for years. We are exhausted from dealing with him. If you have a way to help us quickly improve our strength, we are willing to pay any price!"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He glanced at Granny Jiang, whose face was full of wrinkles, and then at the female disciples of Shuiyue Palace whose skin was so dark and shiny it seemed to glow.

You may be willing, but I am not.

He gave Zhao Ling'er a wink.

Zhao Ling'er immediately nodded: "Brother Wenjie, please help us."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Sure enough, there was only one person with whom I could connect through my eyes.

Fortunately, he only seeks physical partners and has relatively low requirements for emotional connection.

I'm already the Emperor of Fengdu, so what use are so many souls? People have to be a little superficial to be happy.

“Actually, we can change our approach,” Tan Wenjie comforted him. “For example, how about we go directly to the Nanzhao Kingdom and kill the Moon Worship Cult Leader? We don’t necessarily need to increase your strength.”

Everyone: "..."

Everyone else is only thinking about defense, at best they can repel the enemy, but you're thinking of counterattacking and attacking their doorstep.

The topic is too broad; I don't know how to respond.

“I’ll help you reinforce the island’s array.” Tan Wenjie took two steps forward. “We don’t need to reinforce the maze on the island.”

He leaped into the air, with eleven small drums floating behind him.

With a gentle tap, the clouds appear.

Another tap, and the water curls.

Another knock, and the mountain trembled.

The sound of drums carried far and wide, and in the eyes of everyone in the Water Moon Palace, the natural landscape around Fairy Spirit Island was completely transformed at this moment!
They saw mountains flying in, forming a great array that protected Immortal Spirit Island in the center, and the water flow changing course, using the power of nature to form a protective formation.

Judging solely from the sophistication of the formation, it's quite ordinary.

However, this ability to alter the terrain and transform the world elevates the entire protective formation to an unprecedented level. The formation, built upon natural barriers, has long since transcended the comprehension of ordinary cultivators and martial artists.

Meanwhile, at Shengyu Village Wharf.

After waiting patiently for a while, the Miao people finally confirmed that the formation of Fairy Spirit Island had been broken.

"Whose boat is this?" the Miao leader asked.

"Mine," Uncle Shuisheng said with a grin, "Are all the guests also buying boats?"

"also?"

"Our boats are cheaper now," Uncle Shuisheng gestured, "only one pound of gold."

Miao people: "..."

I get it. So he saw that guy with the long chin making money selling boats and wanted to come and get rich too.

"Blow him!"

"Hey, wait a minute, we can keep negotiating if we can't agree on a price. Don't get violent. Ouch... half a pound of gold, half a pound... one ounce... never mind, I don't want it, you can have it!"

Uncle Shuisheng, his face bruised and swollen, sat on the dock, on the verge of tears.

Zhang Si sold his boat and accidentally ended up at a different inn. He wasn't that greedy; he just wanted to earn some money for drinks.

"We must report this to the authorities!" Uncle Shuisheng gritted his teeth.

He had never been so supportive of the police as he was today, insisting that the despicable robbers must be brought to justice.

The boat had barely rowed a short distance when it suddenly turned back.

Uncle Shuisheng instinctively covered his mouth, thinking to himself, "It's all over."

"I won't report it to the authorities, I won't report it!" he begged, lying on the ground.

The group of people hurriedly went ashore and left.

Even while on the road, he would say things like, "Things are getting out of control, we need to ask the leader to come."

"Ok?"

Uncle Shuisheng looked up and then saw a scene he would never forget.

Mountains, sea, and thunder all swirled in the sky.

The nearby land is calm and peaceful, while the distant landscape has undergone a complete transformation.

His heart skipped a beat, and Uncle Shuisheng, disregarding his boat, turned and ran, letting out a sharp scream:

"The sky is falling! Run for your lives—!" (End of Chapter)