A weak and evil woman was exiled? The beastly husbands risked their lives to protect her

Chapter 335 He's a dragon?!

“Yes, Miss Xinli.” The noble young man nodded slightly, his handsome eyes sparkling with a smile: “I do indeed wish to marry you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancer felt a chilling gaze being cast upon him from the void.

He instantly suppressed his smile and elegantly pointed to an area in the center of the white mist that emitted a seven-colored light. "Miss Xinli, you should go in now."

"Okay." Jiang Xinli glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned and walked towards that area.

As she got closer to the center of the light, the white mist became lighter in color.

She caught a glimpse of Jiang Wanwan.

The other person, dressed in a deep purple formal gown symbolizing the highest honor in the deep sea territory, stood tall and proud at the head of the line.

Directly in front, on a huge white-gold mother-of-pearl base, grows a crystallized, towering "plant" that reaches into the dome.
The trunk of the "plant," as thick as half a basketball court, is covered with light gold coral patterns.

At the end of the branch, heart-shaped leaves the size of a human face grow.

The delicate veins of the leaves resemble flowing blue ocean waves.

The leaves shimmered with iridescent light as the tide rose and fell.

It is energy.

It was exactly the same light emanating from the barriers she had seen before.

Jiang Xinli frowned slightly:
Could it be that the energy Lancer and his companions use comes from here?

Lancer said the Star Gate is in the Sanctuary.

In the sanctuary, apart from the fully armed dolphin knights, everything else was white mist.

Only here—

Therefore, the Star Gate must be located here at the Sacred Tree!

Jiang Xinli carefully observed and examined them.

A jellyfish maidservant approached and handed her a transparent heart-shaped ornament with both hands. "Miss Xinli, this is for you."

"This is?"

"It's a prayer plaque. When you get to the sacred tree, make a wish in your heart and hang it up. The sacred tree will bless you and grant your wish."

"Okay." Jiang Xinli naturally didn't believe her nonsense, but she still reached out and took it.

The prayer plaque feels cool to the touch, like it's carved from ice, but it's also more like some kind of crystal.

A female official, dressed as a jellyfish, walked to Jiang Wanwan's side and whispered a few words of advice.

Jiang Wanwan nodded, held her prayer plaque in both hands, walked to the edge of the sacred tree, and then stood on tiptoe to hang the plaque up.

Then, she lightly touched the trunk of the sacred tree with her fingers and slowly walked around it.

With the first person demonstrating, the second, the third, and so on followed suit.

Jiang Xinli scanned her surroundings again, but apart from the white mist, there was nothing but emptiness.

She reached up and touched the water-repelling bead on her chest, then frowned.

Therefore, the white fog in the sacred area and the dense fog in the polluted deep-sea area are not the same type.

"Miss Xinli, please." The jellyfish maid came over.

Jiang Xinli looked up, but Jiang Wanwan and the other Lu Clan females who had finished praying were nowhere to be seen.

Holding the crystal prayer plaque in her hand, she walked to the edge of the sacred tree, casually found a secluded spot, and hung the plaque there.

A faint fragrance of flowers, grass, and trees wafted from the sacred tree.

Jiang Xinli sniffed.

It's the scent of pheromones left on the tags by the females of the land tribe.

She tried telepathy again.

There was no reaction whatsoever.

She asked, "Does this sacred tree have a name?"

The jellyfish maid hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Saint. Coral Laurel."

She whispered a reminder, "Miss Xinli, please place your hand on the trunk of the sacred tree."

“Okay.” Jiang Xinli raised her hand and gently touched the branch with her palm.

A cool, smooth sensation emanated from the branches of the sacred tree.

It felt like her palm had been pricked by a sharp thorn, and Jiang Xinli hissed in pain.

I instinctively pulled my hand back, but my palm was held tightly by some powerful suction force.

The maid whispered a reminder, "Miss Xinli, please continue walking forward. Once you've completed one circle, your hand will be able to leave."

Jiang Xinli frowned slightly. She looked up at the tree trunk and saw that a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, had been left where her palm had passed.

She took a deep breath and began to walk around the sacred tree. When she reached the other end of the tree, just as she was about to raise her palm, everything suddenly went dark.

The white mist and the sacred tree vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of thick black fog with an eerie crimson hue.

"A thousand years. You've finally come." A deep, hoarse voice drifted out from the thick black fog.

The sound was like it came from hell, chilling and piercing.

Jiang Xinli was stunned.

How come it's another thousand years?

But she's only 19 years old.
Furthermore, she felt as if she had heard that voice somewhere a very, very long time ago.

"who are you?"

“An old friend.”

"An old friend?" Jiang Xinli looked around warily.

Crimson dodder vines quietly sprouted from my fingertips.

She held her breath and said calmly, "Since we are old friends, why hide from each other? Why not come out and meet?"

Before the words were finished, the thick, ink-like fog was torn apart by an invisible force, and a tall, slender figure slowly approached, riding on the black waves.

He was a young man with waist-length black hair.

Those long, silky black hairs twisted and turned wildly in the thick fog.

Like a snake.

A venomous snake with sharp fangs, a chilling and terrifying appearance, and a black forked tongue.

The man's upper body was naked, and his pale, powerful skin was covered with scattered, eerie black scales.

The scales gleamed with a dark, cold metallic sheen.

His well-defined eight-pack abs rippled powerfully with each breath.

Several eerie wisps of black mist coiled around his lean and powerful waist and abdomen.

With a whoosh, a pair of enormous black dragon wings unfurled in the thick fog.

Jiang Xinli gasped sharply.

The other person was wearing a black mask.

The face was obscured, only a pair of dark red, deep eyes and a sharply defined, pale jawline were visible.

His lips curled slightly, revealing a sinister, chilling smile that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Jiang Xinli felt a sense of déjà vu.

But after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't remember.

She secretly pinched her thigh; it hurt a lot.

"Miss Xinli." A pleasant voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Xinli suddenly woke up.

She glanced around; the thick fog had dissipated.

That figure had also disappeared.

So, that demonic black shadow—

Could it be a dragon?
It was not the noble Eastern Golden Dragon like his father.

It is a Western evil dragon.

He seemed to have crawled out of an abyss, his whole body radiating violence, murderous intent, and desire.

But what is his connection to the sacred tree?
What does this have to do with the deep-sea territory?
The jellyfish maid reminded her, "Miss Xinli, you have completed the entire journey."

"Okay." Jiang Xinli raised her hand, and the invisible suction force had disappeared.

"I will escort you to the main hall, please," the maid said respectfully.

Jiang Xinli glanced at the coral laurel tree, a hint of suspicion rising in her heart.

She lifted her leg and followed behind the maid, slowly walking forward.

Unbeknownst to her, a sinister, dark purple gaze lingered coldly on her slender back in the void.

The elderly man with gray hair watched Jiang Xinli's departing figure and offered his congratulations in a low voice:
"Congratulations, Your Highness Yunbo, on finally finding the female."

(End of this chapter)