Is it wrong to want to marry a weapon?

But hearing her say that...

Sleeping Lion Luo Meng widened his eyes again and glared angrily at Princess Zijing.

She sobbed a few times, then said angrily, "It's all your fault! You ruined the atmosphere between me and Her Highness the Divine Consort! This matter has nothing to do with you! Princess Zijing, why are you interfering in my affairs with Her Highness the Divine Consort!"

No, you're wrong.

Lu Chan shook his head and glared at her with pity: "Naive child..."

"Haven't you realized that you've already angered her?"

"Angry?"

"Did I make her angry?" The audience members and even Sleeping Lion Luo Meng were all confused for a while. After a short while, Luo Meng couldn't help but ask again, "How could that be?! I was clearly so sincere, how could I possibly make the Crimson Goddess angry?!"

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

Lu Chan couldn't help but sigh softly, and said calmly, "Wasn't your statement just now implying that the black stockings of the Cremation Goddess were unattractive...?"

"You praised her strength, but do the weapon refiners of the Divine Era lack admiration and praise? And your denial of her black stockings means that in your eyes, her beautiful legs aren't anything special either?"

If we're just saying the goddess is beautiful...

If you say you like her black stockings, her allure, and her flamboyant style, then there's a slight possibility that you might pursue her.

But since Sleeping Lion Luo Meng denied the Goddess's strengths right from the start, how could he make the Cremated Goddess happy?

"I see……"

"So that's it..."

Upon hearing this explanation...

Sleeping Lion Luo Meng knelt on the ground with a bewildered expression. She never expected that her sincere confession would actually offend the Cremation Goddess.

It seems that this Princess Zijing is a true romantic!

No wonder!!!

No wonder she won the favor of the Sun Princess!

He even managed to win over such a beautiful concubine as Zhu Yanxiang!

Before long, the people present looked at Lu Chan with a hint of admiration!

After hesitating for a while...

A weapon refiner from the Immortal Alliance stepped forward and asked in a friendly manner, "Your Highness Princess Zijing, I recently wish to confess my feelings to someone I admire. Could you please give me some advice?"

"..."

And just then...

The gray-haired girl in the black suit, the head of the five wheels of the Tianhuan Lu family, Mo Huanzi Lu Yuliu, forcefully pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

She nodded slightly and asked softly, "Your Highness, Princess Zijing, I recently met a young female low-level weapon refiner in the online virtual battles in Tianhuan City. She has only recently awakened her spiritual weapon, and I'm wondering what gift to give her so I can invite her to dinner!"

"I wanted to give her a spirit embryo of Emperor rank, but I was afraid it would frighten her."

"I considered playing virtual matches with her to help her rank up, but I was also afraid it would crash the entire server."

"So, how exactly should I make her happy?"

did not expect……

Even Lu Yuliu regarded Princess Zijing as a master of romance and rushed to seek her advice.

Hearing Lu Yuliu's words, Lu Chan asked curiously, "Lower tier? Just awakened her spiritual weapon? How old is she this year?"

"Fourteen……"

"..."

"..."

Lu Chan blinked and chuckled softly, "I'll consider reporting this to the Lu family's arbitration committee and asking them to help you come up with a solution."

"Ah! No!?"

Under the disdainful gazes of the crowd.

Lu Yuliu immediately covered her mouth, realizing just how outrageous a secret she had revealed!

If the arbitration committee really finds out about this...

She should be punished by having to forfeit at least three months of spiritual offerings!

So, Mo Huanzi Lu Yuliu could only awkwardly take a few steps back and say, slightly embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was just making a little joke. Please don't take it too seriously..."

at this time……

Apart from the dejected Sleeping Lion Luo Meng and the shameless Mo Huanzi Lu Yuliu.

Among the three strongest new-generation demigods present, only Peach Blossom Guest Fan Shiwen stared at Lu Chan thoughtfully for a few moments.

This dinner party.

The purpose was actually to allow the younger generation of the Immortal Alliance and the Lu family to deepen their mutual understanding and knowledge, so that they could become allies in the future.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, a gentle young girl with countless pink braids...

Peach Blossom Guest Fan Shiwen walked lightly to Lu Chan. She bowed politely and said softly, "Your Highness Princess Zijing, I have something I would like to ask for your help with. May I speak with you alone?"

"Ok?"

Upon seeing that the visitor was Fan Shiwen.

Lu Chan narrowed her pale purple eyes slightly and softly replied, "Okay~~~~"

Peach Blossom Guest · Fan Shiwen...

She is the younger sister of Yingxian Fan Huayu, a weapon refiner from the Divine Era!

But for Lu Chan, she used to be a very familiar person. However... after nearly a hundred years of separation, Lu Chan can hardly recognize Fan Shiwen anymore.

She transformed from a young girl into the demigod Shikon Jewel.

What it looked like back then.

The feelings we had back then...

Lu Chan could no longer remember what emotions they had, or what they looked like when they parted ways.

She gestured to Zhu Yanxiang, then stood up and followed Peach Blossom Guest Fan Shiwen to the backstage of the banquet courtyard, staring at her calmly.

"What's wrong, Miss Fan Shiwen?"

"Your Highness Princess Zijing..."

After hesitating for a long time, Fan Shiwen, the Peach Blossom Guest, finally mustered up her courage and said, "I know this has nothing to do with you, but perhaps you really know how to please girls, or even the weapon refiners of the Divine Era...?"

"Of course, I didn't mean to insult you!"

Fan Shiwen said decisively, "I just want to know how to make my sister Yingxian happy."

"You probably know that she is about to marry the Ancient Divine Ring, but the truth is completely different from what people imagine. My sister has long lost faith in love. She is actually a very tragic woman!"

"So I want to know, how can I get my older sister to open up to me and tell me her true feelings? I'd like to ask you for some advice!"

"Even if it doesn't work out in the end, I'm willing to pay a huge price!"

Fan Shiwen, the Peach Blossom Guest, spoke with unusual sincerity. After all, she hadn't seen Yingxian smile in decades.

Fan Shiwen also knew that once her sister got married, there would be no way to undo her tragic life.

Clearly, it didn't have to be like this...

Clearly, there's still a glimmer of hope to save them!!

So even at the very end, just when my sister was about to get married, I did everything I could to make her happy...

Even if it's just for a fleeting moment, it's a dream that Fan Shiwen wants to pursue.

But I could hear her say those words.

On the contrary, Lu Chan's expression was somewhat indifferent. After thinking for a while, she smiled faintly and said, "There is always a reason why someone is pitiful. Some people are just born unable to be happy. They are destined for a tragic fate, and no matter how hard others try, they cannot interfere."

"What did you say?"

Fan Shiwen's eyes narrowed instantly!

Lu Chan tilted his head and announced softly, "Fan Shiwen, didn't you understand? I just said that Yingxian's tragedy was likely self-inflicted."

"No one can help her..."

After saying this.

Lu Chan tossed his long, white-purple curly hair and turned to leave.

Peach Blossom Guest Fan Shiwen's gaze instantly turned icy, and she angrily stopped her, saying, "Princess Zijing, what did you say? Come back here and explain yourself!"

Unfortunately……

Even when faced with the wrath of a demigod with four souls, Lu Chan did not stop in the slightest. A few seconds later, only Fan Shiwen, who was filled with anger, remained on the scene.

However, no matter what, Fan Shiwen could not possibly unleash her spiritual energy within the hall of the Tianhuan Lu family!

That would be suicidal.

"Whoo~~~~"

Fan Shiwen took a few deep breaths.

She finally managed to calm her anger, and with a trembling voice, she murmured to herself, "Princess Zijing."

"What exactly do you know, you rascal!"

"You have no idea what happened back then!"

But after saying that...

Fan Shiwen's thoughts drifted back to hazy memories from decades ago.

At that time, she was only a little over ten years old, and she hadn't even awakened her own natal spirit weapon yet.

She vaguely remembered...

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The smell of blood was very strong.

The blood, filling the sky, seemed to stain the entire Immortal Alliance's heavens, drifting all the way to the palace of the Fan family in Yingchi.

Immortal Alliances are everywhere, filled with the dead and wounded emperors of these alliances.

There are third-step emperors and fourth-step emperors.

Due to the rules of the Immortal Alliance, demigods cannot attack beings below the demigod level, so no demigods were mobilized.

At that time, Fan Shiwen was still a petite young girl.

She was trembling violently, curled up in the arms of a strange girl, clinging to her collar like a little rabbit.

The young girl, who had not yet awakened her spiritual weapon, was almost unconscious just from smelling the bloodstains in the air. However, only the last bit of thought in her mind kept her awake.

The little girl asked, trembling, "Sister, can we still save you?"

"Please, please rescue her!"

"My sister said it herself, she wants to see you!"

At this moment...

Under her gaze, there was a girl with flowing white hair, as gentle as a snowflake.

The most bizarre...

Beneath her snow-white eyebrows lay a pair of dark, empty eyes.

The girl wore a blood-stained, pure black Taoist robe, her entire body covered in countless wounds and scars. She dragged her blood-soaked, battered body as she walked, yet her expression remained calm and indifferent.

No matter how intense the pain she endured, she wouldn't utter a single sound...

Apart from the little girl nestled in her arms.

The white-haired, black-eyed girl was gently spinning a beautiful jade-colored sun wheel in her left hand, while her right hand held a crimson circular sword wheel.