Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1230 - 1230 0710 Peach Colored Trap_2

Chapter 1230: Chapter 0710: Peach Colored Trap_2 Chapter 1230: Chapter 0710: Peach Colored Trap_2 How could Ghost Face possibly agree to such a demand from Qi Tian? Although it was defeated by Qi Tian, it wasn’t Qi Tian who beat it; it was those damned sands that prevented them from exerting their full strength. In a one-on-one battle with Qi Tian, it alone could torment Qi Tian eight times over. With such a gap in strength, expecting it to submit was a joke, wasn’t it?

Qi Tian couldn’t be bothered to waste words on Ghost Face and went straight for the heavy-hitting approach. He commanded Ghost Faces One, Two, and Three, who had already submitted to him, to come forward and stand before it, telling it coldly that its choices were either to submit unconditionally or be smashed to pieces like its companions and then subdued one by one by Qi Tian, only to end up weakened and still have to grovel at Qi Tian’s feet.

Seeing these familiar faces suddenly before it and smelling their familiar scents, the intact Ghost Face shuddered uncontrollably. It hadn’t expected Qi Tian to be so ruthless, nor had it anticipated that he would use such methods to subdue its three companions. The thought of what it would be like if Qi Tian used the same measures on it was too terrifying to contemplate.

Ghost Face lost its nerve and was scared. In the face of brutal reality, it lowered its proud head and prostrated itself at Qi Tian’s feet, choosing to submit to him, willing to live and die for him in the days to come, to serve loyally and never betray him.

The other Ghost Face didn’t even wait to be threatened by Qi Tian before it hastily made the same declaration. It didn’t want to be brutally beaten by society, didn’t want to suffer the pain of being crushed by Qi Tian, only to have to submit to him in the end. After all, it was much better to avoid the punishment from the start and surrender right away.

Qi Tian easily used the Blood Pact to seal the submission of these two Ghost Faces, subjugating them and bringing them under his command as two of his most formidable generals.

Qi Tian felt an unprecedented sense of triumph and satisfaction. Even if he had pushed his imagination to its limits before entering the Saint’s Tomb, he would never have dared to dream of reaping such rewards.

If he hadn’t been inside the Inner Underground Palace of the Saint’s Tomb, if he hadn’t known there were more dangers ahead, Qi Tian might well have hummed a tune right there to celebrate.

Qi Tian took a moment to adjust his own state and also allowed newly-subdued Ghost Faces No.4 and No.5, as well as the Liuli Sand, to recover some of their strength. Next, he still had to dig through more walls.

Half a day flashed by, and Qi Tian, along with everyone else, was in peak condition. Afterwards, Qi Tian stood before a new wall.

Upon receiving Qi Tian’s order, the Liuli Sand began to command the multitude of sand grains to transform into sand wheels, but before the sand wheels could launch their attack, the Inner Underground Palace, in the blink of an eye, suddenly became filled with a very strange atmosphere. At that moment, a world-shaking change occurred.

Qi Tian thought to himself, “This is bad,” and just as he was about to react, it was already too late. This eerie atmosphere had already reached him and affected him. Not only him, but at this moment, every conscious being in the Inner Underground Palace, whether cultivator, Ghost Face, or special creatures like the Liuli Sand, were inescapably influenced.

Qi Tian felt as though he had had a long dream. After blinking his eyes, he found himself in the Imperial Master Mansion. For some reason, the Imperial Master Mansion was bustling with lights and music, a scene of grand celebration.

Qi Tian realized he was dressed in red, wearing a wedding outfit, with a crowd of familiar faces surrounding him. Just as he was about to inquire what was going on, Mansion Master Xiao Xiaowu, accompanied by a group of Elders, walked over to him with a big laugh. He patted Qi Tian on the shoulder and said, “Qi Tian, today is the grand day of your wedding with Princess Zhao Qian. The Princess is Great Zhao Nation’s top beauty, not only beautiful but also of prestigious status. Countless young men yearn for her favor, yet she loves none but you, requesting the Emperor to grant her marriage to you, to become your wife. Such a heavenly match would make anyone envious.”

Around him, a group of Elders and Hall Masters were chiming in, offering Qi Tian “congratulations.”

Qi Tian felt a bit dazed; something seemed off, but as soon as he tried to focus on it, his head felt muddled, and he couldn’t remember anything, nor did he want to try.

Next came the marriage proceedings: welcoming Princess Zhao Qian, bowing to heaven and earth, entering the bridal chamber, and lifting the red veil.

Under the illumination of the lamp’s light, Zhao Qian’s valiant face took on an unprecedented coquettishness, and staring at her, Qi Tian felt somewhat in a trance.

Zhao Qian lowered her head, her face flushed with shyness. She didn’t speak, seemingly waiting for something.

Qi Tian gazed at Zhao Qian’s face for a long while before he shook his head and said, “You look no different from the real Princess, but the absence of difference is precisely your flaw. The Princess is no longer the Princess; she isn’t like what you are now. You’ve just transformed into her appearance to bewilder me. It’s not too excessive, so I can choose to forgive you. Go quickly, or don’t blame me for being heartless.”

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Qian raised her head, tears brimming in her phoenix eyes as she gazed hopefully at Qi Tian, on the verge of crying. “My Lord, what do you mean by this? Do you find me despicable for seeking the emperor’s decree for our marriage? To humiliate me with such words… My Lord, can’t you feel the kindness I have for you? I’ve let go of all my dignity, all my self-esteem, just to marry you. That shows how important you are in my heart. I am willing to give all of me to you, to do anything for you.”

Qi Tian shook his head and responded, “Even now you’re deluded, continuing to deceive me. Do you really need to see a coffin before crying? Don’t force me to take action.”

Teardrops trailed down Zhao Qian’s cheeks. She stood up shakily, her delicate body visibly trembling, as if deeply humiliated. She looked pitifully at Qi Tian and walked toward him, saying, “My Lord, you still don’t understand my affection for you, but that’s okay. My love for you exceeds everything. I’m willing to do anything for you. Today is our wedding day, and now it’s our nuptial evening, when every moment is priceless. My Lord, aren’t you questioning me? I will prove to you now that your suspicions are unfounded.”

As Zhao Qian walked towards Qi Tian, she kept removing her clothing. By the time she was nearly in front of him, she was left with only her close-fitting bellyband and panties. Her slender legs and arms, like alabaster, were exposed in the air, presented before Qi Tian, emitting a lethal seduction.

Zhao Qian licked her red lips, and her expression suddenly shifted from its usual demeanor to one of irresistible allure. The words she spoke were saturated with the essence of spring, making anyone who heard them feel bathed in spring breeze, longing to be enveloped in it.

Qi Tian shook his head and sighed, “You really are courting death. I’ve warned you again and again, yet you still resort to these vulgar tricks, attempting to use the guise of the Princess as bait to lay a carnal trap for me. You’ve avoided the path to heaven and barged into the gates of hell; since it’s come to this, then don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Zhao Qian didn’t take Qi Tian’s words to heart. Without any visible action on her part, her bellyband suddenly vanished, and her tantalizing upper body was brazenly presented before Qi Tian.