I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 946: Zhao’er, Zhao’er

Chapter 946: Chapter 946: Zhao’er, Zhao’er

"Alas!"

Despite the fact that your Three Souls and Seven Spirits were trembling in pain, your hands simply wouldn’t let go, and you vaguely felt a slight loosening of Wu Zhao’s veil.

"Second Young Master, let go quickly, you will die."

"Hehe, to die under the... flowers, one can still be a romantic ghost. However, if, you, call me ’husband’, I will let go."

"I..."

"Once you call me... you! must! agree... to be! My, your... wife!" Your lips were trembling, and even speaking was difficult for you.

"Husband! Husband! Husband!" Wu Zhao could no longer hold back; her heart was nearly breaking with distress.

"Hehe, hehe." You suddenly roared, "Activate, Rest, Life, and Injure, all four gates open! Fall for me!"

In that instant, golden, blue, green, and red lights suddenly radiated from your body. With the appearance of these four lights, you fiercely removed Wu Zhao’s veil from her face, revealing a visage so exquisite you would pine for it thousands of times in your dreams.

Zhao’er!?

She really was Zhao’er!!

There was no need for excessive words to describe her; the Wu Zhao before you had already enchanted the vast majority of men.

Indeed, Wu Zhao’s beauty had reached a certain pinnacle; no one knew whether she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but at least at that moment, everyone was left in awe, their Divine Souls enthralled.

"Boom!"

At that time, a golden Thunder and Lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, slashing directly towards you. It happened so suddenly that by the time Luo Cheng and others noticed, it was already too late. Just as you were about to be killed by the golden lightning, Wu Zhao, in a crucial moment, grabbed the veil from her hand and threw it above your head.

The golden lightning struck the veil directly, and strangely, the collision made no sound. In the blink of an eye, the veil turned to dust. At the same time, a voice resounded through the sky, old yet authoritative: "When your mentor once gave you this veil, I stated clearly that it would be the item for your ascension to immortality in the future. If you were to cast aside this item, you would never be able to step into the Heavenly Court ever again. Since that is so, our mentor-apprentice relationship comes to an end, and we shall have no more dealings hereafter."

"Silence Golden Thunder, very good! Quite remarkable indeed!" Luo Cheng suddenly exclaimed, and then his body transformed into a beam of Silver Light and shot towards the sky.

"The person coming must be at least of Daluo Golden Immortal Level; old man is too formidable."

Luo Xin swallowed hard as he saw Luo Cheng shooting towards the sky.

Luo Xin did not fully understand Luo Cheng’s true strength, having only sparred with Luo Cheng once. With his Mahayana Realm cultivation and the Heavenly Paint Brush in hand, he could not affect Luo Cheng in the slightest. At that time, Luo Xin had guessed that Luo Cheng must have reached the Golden Immortal rank, but now seeing Luo Cheng daring to challenge a Daluo Golden Immortal, it was clear that his strength had reached a height that could only be looked up to.

"Boom!"

Between the clouds in the sky, flashes of gold and silver light alternated, and the sound was as thunderous as roaring thunder, deafening.

"Master! Your disciple is unfilial; in the future, please take good care of your health, Master!"

Wu Zhao, after all, was Wu Zhao, and once she made a decision, she would never change it. Since she had decided to follow you in this life, she would never leave you. She kowtowed to the Green Robed Taoist, still trapped in an invisible cage, and after three loud knocks, you discovered with distress that Wu Zhao’s forehead had been scraped open, blood seeping out.

You hastily covered Wu Zhao’s forehead with your hand, and after a flicker of green light, Wu Zhao’s forehead was restored to its original smoothness.

"From now on, without my permission, you must never harm yourself again, understand?" you embraced Wu Zhao in your arms, with a tenderness that was beyond measure, causing the watching Gaoyang Princess to gnash her teeth in jealousy.

Zhao’er, she bore an identical appearance to Zhao’er; it seemed she must indeed be Zhao’er, Zhao’er’s soul was actually inhabiting Wu Zhao’s body.

As for Zhao’er’s true origin, you currently did not know, but regardless, as long as Zhao’er was by your side, you wouldn’t need to be so anxious in your future endeavors.

What came next merely required a gradual approach.

"Alas!" the Green Robed Taoist let out a deep sigh, and then his body slowly faded away, finally transforming into a long strand of white fur that fell to the ground.

"Oh, I didn’t expect he was just an avatar, then the real one must be that figure in the sky?" Luo Xin intended to soar into the sky, but at that moment, a beam of silver light shot towards him. When Luo Cheng appeared, Luo Xin saw a trace of blood on the corner of Luo Cheng’s mouth and couldn’t help but anxiously ask, "Father, are you injured?"

"A minor injury, it’s of no consequence," Luo Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, a prideful smile on his lips, "But that old man is injured far more seriously, hmph!"

"Who was that person?" Luo Xin hastily asked.

"Now that the matter has been clarified, we are unlikely to encounter that person again in the future. Whether you know or don’t know, it’s all the same. Besides, your cultivation hasn’t advanced an inch in these three years, don’t tell me you’re hoping for me to supervise you?"

"No, no, not at all, I’ll certainly spend more time cultivating from now on."

At this moment, Luo Xin glanced at the body of Changsun Zhongkang, took the Heavenly Paint Brush in his hand, and drew a circle over the body, a translucent sphere slowly materializing in mid-air. Perhaps others were unaware of Luo Xin’s intentions, but a few present saw a faint soul body slowly drifting from Changsun Zhongkang’s corpse, which Luo Xin then captured into the sphere. Afterwards, Luo Xin removed the invisible cage of Changsun Wuji and tossed the sphere to him, saying, "Take his soul to Sword Pavilion to find his master, maybe he can still be saved."

Upon hearing this, Changsun Wuji’s previously despondent face suddenly brightened with joy and he gratefully exclaimed, "Thank you!"

With that, Changsun Wuji summoned a Flying Sword and shot into the heavens.

Seeing this, you couldn’t help but sigh, "I do envy those who can fly..."

Before you could finish your exclamation, you collapsed.

"Husband!"

Opening the gate of Injury means decimating the enemy at the cost of great harm to oneself, and you had opened the Injury gate twice. One could only imagine the severity of your injuries.

The meridians that had only just recently formed within your body had almost completely dissipated, replaced by an empty shell. Luo Cheng had called for more than a dozen renowned physicians from both the Worldly realm and the Immortal Cultivation World to diagnose you, and they all unanimously delivered the same message—helpless, advising to seek someone more skilled.

For over half a month, there had been no improvement in your condition. During this time, Wu Zhao had been sitting on the chair beside your bed, legs crossed as if in meditation, forsaking meals, day and night.

Currently, you were lying in bed, with not only the internal injuries but also the external wounds showing no signs of healing.

In normal times, the wounds on the surface of your body would have healed long ago, but since you fell into a deep slumber, your body seemed to stop healing itself, your physical form greatly emaciated as if wizened with age, your once robust physique now resembled that of a gaunt old man, even some of your hair had turned white.