Wedding Night: I Am Forced To Marry A Dragon Girl
Chapter 1652: War God Yang Jian!

Chapter 1652: Chapter 1652: War God Yang Jian!

Heavenly Palace, Fishing Pond.

An old man and a young man stood gazing at the calm water surface, both wearing faint smiles.

"It seems things are stabilizing. That kid might have a chance."

The yellow-robed elder clasped his hands behind his back, his expression serene.

"Hopefully. Over the years, the two of us put in so much effort, and now we’ve finally nurtured someone. This is the last chance. The accumulation of millions of years is riding on this."

The Qing Emperor glanced at the floating green leaf atop the water and chuckled softly.

The leaf seemed ordinary, yet it shimmered with a sacred glow, imbued with Daoist Aura!

This was the strand of destiny the two of them forcefully snatched from Heaven’s Will—it’s all for Jiang Xiaobai!

But whether it would succeed or not, neither of them could be certain!

This was the first attempt. Jiang Xiaobai was the first of his kind successfully cultivated this way. All was uncharted territory.

It was their final shot. If they failed, there wouldn’t be time to raise another!

The two were well aware—the time left for the Three Realms was running out!

This flourishing moment would pull them along...

"Eh? Strange. Why’s that kid suddenly heading for the Immortal Path?"

Suddenly, the yellow-robed elder squinted. "At such a critical moment, what’s he doing running off? The green leaf matures in three days. The opportunity won’t come again!"

"You go, or should I?" The Qing Emperor raised an eyebrow.

"I can’t go—not now. It’s not suitable for me to meet him at the moment." The yellow-robed elder shook his head and glanced at the Qing Emperor. "Looks like you’ll have to go."

"Three days... Let’s first see what he intends to do."

Just as the Qing Emperor was about to leave, he froze suddenly. "The Buddhism sect has also come to the Earth Immortal Realm!"

"Haha, Buddhism? They never give up, do they?"

A hint of malice flickered in the yellow-robed elder’s eyes, a thick killing intent gathering above the Fishing Pond!

"Let’s wait and see. The Buddhists are unpleasant, but at such a time, they might not necessarily be opposing us."

"I’m off now. Keep an eye on the green leaf. If you dare screw up by drinking again, one of us might end up dead."

Hearing this, the yellow-robed elder guiltily scratched his nose. "What are you saying? Old me would never do such a thing."

"Haha, in millions of years, you haven’t changed one bit. If your master knew about your current antics, he’d surely kick you to death."

"Tch, just hurry up. That kid’s about to step onto the Immortal Path."

The Qing Emperor said nothing further and vanished instantly.

...

Outside the Immortal Path, Su Mei tugged on Jiang Xiaobai’s sleeve curiously.

"Why are we here? Are you heading to the lower realms?"

"Yes, to the Transition World. There might be something I’ve overlooked there!"

Jiang Xiaobai spoke hurriedly, then paused to glance at Su Mei. "Who knows? You might learn something from this journey to the Transition World as well."

For a moment, Su Mei thought to herself—just as she suspected!

She couldn’t help but look forward to it.

Without hesitation, Jiang Xiaobai didn’t say much more, rushing with Su Mei into the Immortal Path.

The cost of heading to the lower realms, to him, was negligible!

Not long after the pair disappeared, a crowd of figures appeared suddenly at the entrance to the Immortal Path, with the bald-headed one at the forefront standing out boldly!

Looking at the Earth Immortal Realm, everyone couldn’t help but sigh—indeed, this was the pinnacle of cultivation worlds. The aura and environment here were truly formidable!

"Had I been born in this realm, I’d probably have reached unimaginable heights by now!"

Liu Aoshuang took in the realm’s aura with excitement written across her face.

Beside her, Gu Wanqing also nodded. "This place is certainly ideal for cultivation, but I believe fighting your way up from the lower realms is better—it builds a sturdier foundation."

"What good’s thinking about that? Now that we’re here, let’s make some noise!"

The gluttonous monk rubbed his bald head, his pudgy face gleaming with a sinister grin!

"This time, we’ll make sure the Earth Immortal Realm remembers us!" The gluttonous monk declared arrogantly.

Hu Da nodded firmly. "Right, my brothers and I will leave a mark too—let the Earth Immortal Realm know our strength!"

"Big Brother is wise!"

"Big Brother is mighty!"

The other cultivators couldn’t help but wince at the trio’s antics—the three blockheads were truly something else!

Their group’s appearance drew quite a few sideways glances from those around the Immortal Path. Especially catching sight of Liu Aoshuang and Gu Wanqing’s stunning figures, many male cultivators instinctively moved closer!

Seeing this, Liu Aoshuang and her group were already used to it. These fellows could never control themselves around them!

"Monk, it’s up to you. You’re the strongest—handle them."

As a Golden Immortal, Liu Aoshuang casually patted the gluttonous monk’s bald head.

The monk’s face twisted into a dramatic smile as golden light flared around him.

"Don’t worry. This humble monk has waited long enough!"

...

Transition World, Emperor’s Mausoleum.

Jiang Xiaobai and Su Mei faced off against the Giant Spirit God, staring him down.

"Kid, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. Why’re you staring at me like that?"

The Giant Spirit God, uneasy under their gaze, finally snapped impatiently.

"Giant Spirit God, just tell us what you’re hiding. If I can help, I definitely will. But you must help me as well!"

Jiang Xiaobai said earnestly.

"I’m hiding nothing. What could an old gravekeeper like me even know?"

The Giant Spirit God waved dismissively. "Go, go. Head to the Earth Immortal Realm and handle your own business!"

"You definitely know something!"

This time, Su Mei spoke up. "Giant Spirit God, don’t treat us like fools. What good comes from you guarding their graves? You can’t really be satisfied with this job, can you? You’re hiding something for sure!"

Su Mei, though initially awestruck upon entering the Mausoleum, had quickly pieced things together.

With the Giant Spirit God still alive, those buried here surely hadn’t perished completely!

The Investiture of the Gods wasn’t just any artifact—it was a supreme treasure created by the most powerful beings in the world. Anyone named on it couldn’t truly die!

There was definitely a secret here!

"I already said I know nothing. Can’t you two understand plain words?"

The Giant Spirit God said grumpily. "Don’t think you can be rude to me just because you found something interesting in the Earth Immortal Realm. I’m warning you—there’s nothing here. Leave! If you disturb the rest of these mighty figures, your deaths will be gruesome!"

"Tch, you really think I’m scared?"

Jiang Xiaobai said casually. "I won’t live past three months anyway. If I die, so be it. If you’ve got the guts, strike me down now—I promise I won’t resist!"

"Oh, you little punk..."

The Giant Spirit God, infuriated, almost lost his breath, ready to lash out when a sudden voice interrupted.

"Enough, Giant Spirit God. It’s time he knew the truth."

Soon after, a middle-aged man appeared—tall and imposing, clad in celestial robes with a jade crown atop his head.

At the sight of the man, Jiang Xiaobai’s eyes widened!

Though he didn’t know the man’s identity, something in his aura evoked a single name in his mind.

The God of War, Yang Jian!