The Imprisoned Husband

What's this about a marriage proposal?

Lin Chen walked over and asked indifferently.

The faces of the several people who had been talking instantly changed. Under the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Lin Chen, their legs went a bit weak.

The buck-toothed martial artist, his face pale, stammered, "Y-yes, it's like this. The Heavenly Palace's Palace Master, Murong Qinghong, is holding a marriage proposal. The betrothal gift is the Wood Spirit Origin!"

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

Wood Spirit Origin?

He remembered that back in the Hongtian Secret Realm, the light sphere he refined seemed to be the Wind Spirit Origin.

According to An Yi's explanation, refining such a thing and forming a Spirit Source within one's body would allow one to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

From the way he said it, a Spirit Source seemed to be something quite extraordinary.

"Don't even think about it. You yourself possess the Wind Spirit Vein. Trying to forcibly devour the Wood Spirit Origin on top of that would be certain death."

The aged voice from the jade pendant transmitted.

Hearing this, Lin Chen nodded slightly and looked at Bucktooth. "And what's the matter with Shangguan Qianqian?"

"Shangguan Qianqian is the new Saintess of the Heavenly Palace!" the buck-toothed martial artist replied respectfully.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment.

The Heavenly Palace Saintess they mentioned should be the Shangguan Qianqian who came up with them. Of course, the possibility of a namesake couldn't be ruled out.

"Where is the location of Huang City?" Lin Chen asked.

Currently, not knowing what the situation was with Shangguan Qianqian being the Saintess, Lin Chen decided to meet up with her first.

Bucktooth hurriedly stood up. "Not far from here. Follow the road ahead, there's an official road. Take it all the way east and you'll arrive."

"Thanks."

Lin Chen expressed his gratitude and prepared to leave.

The waiter saw this and quickly followed, stammering, "G-guest, y-you haven't paid yet."

Lin Chen: "..."

Having just come out of the Tianluo Forest, what money did he have?

"Will this cover it?"

Lin Chen took out a fourth-level spirit core and asked.

The moment the fourth-level spirit core appeared, the entire tavern fell silent.

A fourth-level spirit core!

This guy is covered in blood, did he kill it himself?!

Instantly, the already cold Lin Chen became even more dangerous in the minds of the patrons.

The waiter looked at it, stuttering even harder, "Y-yes, it c-can, but it's t-too, too much. Our small shop can't make change for that..."

"Keep the rest."

Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to haggle and left directly.

The waiter stood there dumbfounded for a long time. When he came to his senses, his eyes became burning hot.

"Holy shit, I'm rich, hahaha! I'm going to buy out this tavern! I'll be the boss, I'm going to sleep with Taohong!"

Heavenly Palace.

In the underground prison.

Murong Qinghong, wearing a light veil and carrying a palace lantern, slowly descended along the bluestone steps.

Behind her followed Shangguan Qianqian, similarly dressed.

However, Shangguan Qianqian's beautiful eyes were somewhat vacant at this moment, devoid of any sparkle, following along like a puppet on strings.

The underground stone steps were very long.

In the distant darkness, there was also the drip-drip-drip sound of water, falling onto the rocks.

Murong Qinghong stretched out her jade-like hand and turned a stone pillar on the rock wall.

Click, click!

The stone door slowly opened.

On both sides, rows of torches ignited on their own.

Murong Qinghong set down the palace lantern and walked slowly inside.

Deep within the cell was a man with disheveled hair and powerful muscles. Covered in scars, he emitted a foul odor.

On his wrists and ankles were chains, binding him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless as if dead.

"Husband, I've come to see you."

Murong Qinghong curled the corner of her mouth into a smile and said softly.

If these words were to spread outside, they would certainly cause an uproar!

Because Murong Qinghong's husband, the previous Heavenly Palace Palace Master, Xing Yunjun, had been reported to have died suddenly twenty years ago.

No one would have thought that Xing Yunjun was actually still alive!

Bound, Xing Yunjun showed no sign of a living person.

Imprisoned in this sunless dungeon for a full twenty years, he had lost many basic human survival abilities.

Looking at the motionless Xing Yunjun, Murong Qinghong leaned down, her beautiful eyes scrutinizing his appearance, her jade hand gently touching his face.

Suddenly, the slumbering Xing Yunjun opened his blood-red eyes, waking up.

The moment he saw Murong Qinghong, he fell into a frenzied state, struggling to get up as if trying to tear her apart.

The long, heavy iron chains rattled noisily.

Roar! Roar!

Xing Yunjun couldn't speak, only roaring like a wild beast.

Murong Qinghong showed a cold expression, saying leisurely, "Still have some consciousness left, it seems the Witch Immortal's medicine isn't all that great after all!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward and took out a talisman paper, gently pasting it on Xing Yunjun's forehead.

Instantly, Xing Yunjun became much quieter, though his blood-red eyes still looked at Murong Qinghong with anger.

"Be good, I'll tell you some good news. I'm going to get married."

Murong Qinghong said with a radiant smile.

Xing Yunjun's gaze was vacant, showing no reaction.

"Just look at you. If you had been honest and obedient back then, how could we, husband and wife, have ended up in this situation today."

Murong Qinghong showed a look of indifference, looking at her husband who was no longer human in appearance, her expression mocking.

"You were devoted to that Shangguan Youyun, willing to give everything for her, and what did you get in return? Who would have thought, Shangguan Youyun would end up choosing some unknown wild boy to elope with."

Speaking to this point, Murong Qinghong's eyes became filled with extreme hatred.

She was once the eldest daughter of the Murong family, the number one immortal clan!

She and the young master of the Heavenly Palace, Xing Yunjun, were a match made in heaven.

Yet, who could have imagined that Xing Yunjun had persistently pursued the master of the Qingyuan Pavilion, Shangguan Youyun, while treating her, his lawfully wedded wife, with utter coldness.

She was the eldest daughter of the Murong family, how could she bear such humiliation?

Twenty years ago, Xing Yunjun's obsession with Shangguan Youyun had reached a state of madness.

Upon learning that Shangguan Youyun had already pledged herself to that wild boy named Cheng Yuanfeng and was pregnant, he fell into a frenzy.

He even went so far as to dispatch Heavenly Palace martial artists to massacre the Yuqi Sect!

In the end, it was Shangguan Youyun threatening with her own death that ended that absurd slaughter.

Murong Qinghong closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Even after so many years, recalling it still made her unable to control her anger.

Her existence as the rightful wife was like a joke.

Fortunately, in the end, Xing Yunjun went mad. With the backing of the Murong family, she slaughtered the opposing collateral branches within the Heavenly Palace and firmly seated herself on the throne of the Palace Master.

But this battle had extremely severe consequences.

Even twenty years later, the Heavenly Palace had not recovered its former strength.

"Yunjun, didn't you like Shangguan Youyun? She's dead, but her daughter is still alive, and I've caught her."

Murong Qinghong said, reaching out to pinch Shangguan Qianqian's delicate face, her eyes sinister. "She really does look like that bitch Shangguan Youyun. Looking closely, the eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same!"

The dazed Xing Yunjun stared woodenly at Shangguan Qianqian's face. In his expressionless pupils, a faint glimmer of light actually appeared.

"Still looking!!"

This scene completely enraged Murong Qinghong. She swung her palm.

Water spiritual power rapidly condensed into blades, like sharp arrows, shooting into Xing Yunjun's eyes.

"Ah!"

Xing Yunjun let out a miserable scream, two lines of bloody tears appearing from his eyes.