Wedding Night: I Am Forced To Marry A Dragon Girl
Chapter 1709: Do You Think There’s Still Time?

Chapter 1709: Chapter 1709: Do You Think There’s Still Time?

The small courtyard halfway up the mountain fell silent, and everyone felt a chill running down their spines!

The black mist was indeed eerie and terrifying, and the fact that even the powerful Star Palace was wary of it proved its ominous significance.

Yet an even more alarming speculation emerged!

"Could it be... I’m just saying it’s possible... that the appearance of the black mist is somehow linked to the Star Palace?"

AnRan suddenly raised her head and murmured softly.

At this, everyone felt the enclosing coldness grow more intense.

Doesn’t that mean they had essentially delivered themselves straight to the source?

If the black mist really had connections to the Star Palace, then even if AnRan, Zhuang Huanling, and Qiongyu were saintly heirs from similarly eminent forces, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t be targeted for elimination!

The shadow of dread shrouded everyone!

Qiongyu glanced at the others but remained calm: "No matter. Reach out to Xiaobai and see where he is now."

Ao Cheng promptly retrieved a token to contact Jiang Xiaobai. It wasn’t long before his face lit up with joy.

"He’s on his way. If all goes well, he’ll be here by tonight. I briefed him on the black mist situation; he told us to stay cautious."

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.

It seemed that as long as Jiang Xiaobai arrived, everything would stabilize, and no major issues would arise.

He was their backbone, the one everyone relied on most.

With this news, their minds gradually settled. Regardless of the circumstances, Jiang Xiaobai was certain to have a solution—that was unanimous belief.

Qiongyu sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, her brows furrowing as the old man’s earlier words replayed in her mind.

"So you’re saying, the Star Palace, and even the Heavenly Immortal Realm, have long been aware of the alien races but always dismissed the idea that they would dare attack the Heavenly Immortal Realm?"

"Could it be that the aliens from higher realms are truly that weak?"

Having wandered alongside Jiang Xiaobai for so long, Qiongyu herself had experienced two wars against alien races.

The sights of those drawn-out battles in the Three Thousand Worlds and the Transit Worlds were fresh in her memory!

If not for Jiang Xiaobai employing various measures, human cultivators genuinely wouldn’t have been able to stand against the alien powerhouses!

Especially here in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, where even Jiang Xiaobai was once schemed against by the aliens!

And hints of stronger alien beings had surfaced—those figures inevitably concealed themselves somewhere within the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"Maybe the aliens are so cautious because of the overwhelming strength of Heavenly Immortal cultivators."

The Heavenly Immortal Realm, the strongest among countless planes, its former grandeur and the majesty of the old Heavenly Court.

The alien races naturally had reason to fear.

Still, an inexplicable unease lingered in her heart. When the black mist first appeared, she had sensed something amiss, as though some great terror loomed around the corner!

Currently, they were essentially trapped within the hillside courtyard, not daring to step beyond its confines. The true stance of the Star Palace remained utterly unclear.

...

At the same time, within the mountain range’s mysterious realm.

A sudden void gate manifested, and two figures emerged from it.

Judging by their appearances, they seemed to be a pair of sisters?

"Yun Shen, is this the Heavenly Immortal Realm?"

The leading woman, brimming with dangerous allure, looked around curiously: "As expected of a grand world and prime plane; the spiritual energy here is dense, the laws formidable—nothing like the Three Thousand Worlds."

Beside her, the woman addressed as Yun Shen pouted unhappily.

"But sister, we don’t know anything about this place. Why did that guy insist on bringing us here?"

"We didn’t even get a chance to meet Jiang Xiaobai."

Qiao Yunnian, hearing this, shot a glare at her: "Is Jiang Xiaobai all you think about? That guy is cunning as a fox—he won’t die, trust me!"

"Besides, he said he needed our help. Maybe we’ll run into him here in the Heavenly Immortal Realm."

Yun Shen didn’t respond, instead gazing at the picturesque surroundings with a hint of discontent.

She had thought escaping from that dreadful place meant she could go and meet Jiang Xiaobai for some fun.

But this realm, though beautiful, gave off an unsettling "Godforsaken nowhere" feeling!

"Sister, I swear you’re all brawn and no brain. This isn’t the Heavenly Immortal Realm—it’s clearly desolate! There’s not even a soul to be seen."

No sooner had she finished speaking when a dazzling light flashed ahead. Before the two women could get a clear look, another gleam swiftly followed from behind.

Upon closer inspection, the two lights turned out to be two bald heads!

"Huh? Are bald heads trending among Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators nowadays?"

Qiao Yunnian furrowed her brows, puzzled. After all, the first two figures they encountered upon arrival were bald, raising doubts as to whether baldness had somehow become fashionable in this realm.

As the sisters wondered about this, several more figures appeared, radiating powerful energy as they moved swiftly!

This finally earned a nod from Qiao Yunnian: "I knew it—who would willingly embrace baldness? It’s too garish."

The subsequent pursuers clearly weren’t bald, making them easy to distinguish!

The two sisters weren’t foolish; realizing it might be a chase, they chose not to intervene—after all, they had no ties to either side.

In an instant, they vanished, leaving behind two imposing traces of aura distinctive to Immortal Lords!

Within the dense forest, two monks—Greedy Monk and Silent Monk—were fleeing desperately!

"Buddha’s Child, how can you behave like this! You’re the successor of the Buddhist Order, destined to propagate its teachings—how could you steal from others?"

The seemingly stoic Silent Monk resembled a flustered junior as he chased alongside Greedy Monk.

Meanwhile, Greedy Monk, sprinting ahead, snapped angrily.

"For crying out loud, why cling to this now? What’s so wrong about stealing? Isn’t it fortune? Isn’t it cultivation resource?"

"Cultivators rise through plunder—don’t you understand that?"

Silent Monk rubbed his shiny scalp: "But we could have easily defeated the few Primordial Chaos-Boundless cultivators behind us—why are we running?"

"Just ahead is the main camp; Ao Yan just stepped out and needs sparring partners!"

Greedy Monk had barely finished speaking when several figures emerged from the forest behind them, led by Ao Yan, whose icy countenance radiated power.

The energy emanating from her was significantly stronger!

And beyond that, every move she made was infused with the regal aura of the Dragon tribe!

Seeing Greedy Monk lure a few Primordial Chaos-Boundless cultivators directly toward her, she frowned deeply.

"Monk, have you underestimated the strength of an Immortal Lord?"

Greedy Monk grinned mischievously: "It’s not that I’m afraid of Immortal Lords—it’s just that lately they’ve been prowling in teams like madmen. One has to stay cautious."

The pursuing Primordial Chaos-Boundless cultivators, upon seeing that the monks now had reinforcements, erupted in fury.

"You bald idiot—you were running because you led us into a trap, weren’t you?"

"I dominate the Heavenly Immortal Realm; nothing surprises me!"

"You think you can handle me with just this handful of reinforcements? You’re underestimating me!"

The leader snarled as he charged, fearless and dismissive of the threat posed by Ao Yan’s appearance.

Especially upon seeing Ao Yan—a seemingly frail woman—he sneered cruelly.

His massive blade swung mercilessly toward her.

Bang!

Ao Yan merely lifted her hand slightly, effortlessly catching the blade!

For a moment, the scene froze in silence.

"Sister, I take back what I just said. Do you think it’s still timely?"