After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Rumors are circulating in the martial arts world that the Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect is going to get married.

But it's not about marrying, it's about being married off.

She married into Zhaoyue Manor and became the "wife" of the manor lord.

Although this matter violated traditional etiquette, in the face of Xie Shihong's absolute power, even if some people found it difficult to accept, they could only privately curse it as immoral.

After finishing his rant, he turned around and saw that his son's eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and he was roaring that it must have been Xie Shihong who forced the Holy Son! He drew his sword and was about to rush out when he remembered that his son had seen the Holy Son once before, and after being taken home by his family, he had never stopped thinking about him and still couldn't stop thinking about him.

The news of the Holy Son's impending marriage should never have been revealed at this time.

……

Yan An was unaware that the rumors had spread to the point where he was about to marry Xie Shihong.

After meeting E Feng that day, he took the initiative to get close to Xie Shihong, and the two became increasingly intimate, even ambiguous.

He originally rested in this mansion and preferred to wander around by himself, disliking having others accompany him... Although the people in the mansion would tell him where Xie Shihong was from time to time, it did not arouse his curiosity or make him willing to go and meet Xie Shihong. Instead, they helped him avoid those places.

Now, Yan An makes a request, asking Xie Shihong to take him sightseeing in Ruiyun City.

He dated Xie Shihong.

The two rode together on a horse to the riverbank to enjoy the scenery. Amidst the falling petals, they practiced swordsmanship hand in hand.

Most of the time, Yan An doesn't need to do anything to make people fall head over heels for him and give him whatever he wants.

Now he often spends time with Xie Shihong, and their intimate relationship naturally makes the other party fall into a state of endless infatuation and becoming increasingly obsessed with love and lust.

However, once E Feng appears in the vicinity, Yan An will revert to his aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

Just a second ago, she was smiling at Xie Shihong, making Xie Shihong involuntarily overjoyed. But the next second, she looked away, lowered her head slightly, and looked down at the ground, revealing a slightly worried and sorrowful expression. This made people feel a heart-wrenching pain that surged like a tsunami.

How many eyes were watching from the shadows? How many people gritted their teeth over his close relationship with Xie Shihong? How many people rejoiced because of his joy and grieved because of his sorrow? Yan An didn't care.

All he knew was that although E Feng and Xie Shihong hadn't actually fought yet, they seemed increasingly tense whenever they were in the same place.

That taut string has been stretched to its limit; sooner or later it will snap, leading to a complete explosion.

On a whim, Yan An accepted an invitation to a banquet. However, no one, from the host to the guests, dared to speak. Instead, they held their breath and their faces turned pale. This was because not only Yan An and Xie Shihong had arrived, but also E Feng, who had suddenly appeared uninvited.

The air was thick with murderous intent, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Yan An naturally sat with Xie Shihong. He had drunk a couple more cups of wine, his face flushed a light pink, and his eyes sparkled. He already made the whole room radiant with just a glance. Now, as he smiled and looked around, everyone felt even weaker and more powerless, unable to move. They could only stare at him in a daze. In such a trance, unable to move, they wished they could die immediately, so that their souls could fall at his feet.

Yan An glanced at E Feng, then, emboldened by the alcohol, gently rested his head on Xie Shihong's shoulder.

Xie Shihong reached out and embraced Yan An. When his hand touched the hair ribbon behind Yan An, he remembered that it was the one he had given to Yan An. His joy swelled infinitely, and his love for Yan An grew even stronger.

The two of them were so close together, like a couple in love.

E Feng's face was extremely terrifying; his gaze and the murderous aura around him were enough to torture Xie Shihong to death a thousand times over.

Just as he was about to erupt.

Yan An suddenly stood up, grabbed Xie Shihong's hand, and was about to leave.

Before leaving, Yan An took a special look at E Feng.

That deep look held an unreadable meaning.

But it easily stabilized Efeng.

……

Another morning.

Yan An sat on a stone bench in his courtyard. Several birds chirped and twittered at the stone table beside him and on the ground at his feet. They would occasionally hop around with small steps or turn their little heads to preen the feathers at the base of their wings with their beaks.

The birds approached Yan'an, looking at him with their beady black eyes, crowding around his hand, tilting their heads to rub against his fingertips, and gently pecking at his palm.

Yan An had not yet tied up her hair, her long strands hanging loosely behind her. Her plain outer robe was not yet properly worn, but loosely draped over her shoulders. She sat there in a languid posture, teasing the birds and occasionally feeding them a few fruits.

This is what the person saw when they arrived.

He did not conceal his footsteps.

Yan An turned his head and saw a figure wearing a black demon mask that looked somewhat familiar.

"...Blood Edge?"

After losing part of his memory, Yan An's most recent memory became Xue Feng.

From the moment he ordered Xue Feng to impersonate him, the young demon lord, while he himself appeared as the holy son, and the fact that the two of them encountered numerous assassination attempts on their way to Ruiyun City to attend the Lingchun Banquet... to him, these events seemed to have happened just recently.

"Blood Edge" let out a soft laugh.

"Has my wife really lost her memory?" He removed the demon mask, revealing an extremely handsome face.

It's actually formless!

Yan Anxin quickly realized that Wuxiang's strange way of addressing him must have come from something that happened during his period of amnesia.

He looked at Wuxiang with a calm and composed expression, as if he understood everything.

Wu Xiang was indeed somewhat suspicious again, "Wife? You haven't lost your memory?"

Yan An considered for a moment, then looked at him coldly, "Don't call me wife."

Wu Xiang, however, keenly discerned Yan An's state of mind. He laughed with pleasure, "My wife still wants to deceive me." But that smile gradually became somewhat morbid, twisted and insane.

Yan An sensed danger and chased the birds away while watching Wu Xiang warily.

Wu Xiang moved with lightning speed, arriving in front of Yan An in the blink of an eye. He stared intently at Yan An, "I heard that my wife has agreed to Jie Shi Hong's marriage proposal?"

Yan An knew that Wu Xiang also cultivated the Heavenly Demon True Technique and had reached the seventeenth level, while he himself was still at the fifteenth level. The difference between the two levels was obvious, and if they really fought, he would only suffer the loss.

She just glared at him and asked, "Where did you hear this rumor?"

Wu Xiang slowly wiped the smile off his face. "I saw it with my own eyes. My wife smiled at Xie Shihong, more than once."

Since waking up and learning of his amnesia, Yan An has become increasingly suspicious that his amnesia is related to Xie Shihong. His recent close relationship with Xie Shihong was merely a ploy to use him against E Feng. Unexpectedly, before anything even happened between Xie Shihong and E Feng, this Wu Xiang has already gone mad.

Judging from his own experience, Yan An, considering that Wu Xiang was a protector of the Hidden Demon Sect and a subordinate of E Feng, asked suspiciously, "Did E Feng send you? What does he want?"

Wu Xiang paused for a moment, "I almost forgot that my wife has amnesia."

"I'm afraid that if E Feng saw me now, he would want to kill me with one blow." He laughed. "I have left the Hidden Demon Sect, so my wife doesn't need to call me Wuxiang anymore. My real name is Zhongli Xiang."

The surname Zhongli is too obvious.

Yan An, intending to divert Zhongli Xiang's attention and buy time to see if there was a chance to get rid of him, asked, "What is your relationship with Zhongli Jun?"

Zhongli Xiang grasped Yan An's hand, interlocking their fingers.

He slowly explained, "We're brothers. Back then, I suffered a qi deviation while cultivating my technique and turned into a two-year-old child. I couldn't turn back no matter what I did... When I grew back to the age of seven, I disguised myself as an ordinary child, joined the Hidden Demon Sect, and learned the Heavenly Demon True Technique, which was more suitable for me..."

Yan An had no idea there was this hidden secret.

Zhongli Xiang was Zhongli Jun's brother. Back when E Feng, Xie Shihong, and Zhongli Jun emerged and dominated the martial arts world, his status in the martial arts world should have been very high. Yet he still managed to hide his identity and become a disciple of E Feng, bowing down to him for decades. His character was truly extraordinary.

"Alright, I've answered all my questions, my wife." Zhongli Xiang's voice became cheerful again. "Now it's my turn to ask."

"My wife, I'm taking you away. Do you agree?"