Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 275: He is My Husband

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: He is My Husband

"Heh heh, I agree with that!" Zang Jianfeng’s gaze towards Han Xiaoying was also filled with possessiveness. "A cripple without even sword meridians is probably already dead outside the Sword Tomb. He has offended a master from the Rashamon Sect, without our protection, the likelihood of his death is extremely high."

His words were full of venom.

And they were deliberately provocative and divisive; if Chu Feng were not dead, he would still be pursued and killed by the masters of the Rashamon Sect.

Because the middle-aged man who discovered Chu Feng had killed Scarface was indeed among the masters of the Rashamon Sect. However, that man could only follow at the very back right now.

In front of him were Rashamon Sect masters with cultivation and strength surpassing his, including even several Respected Elders.

These two were in perfect harmony, treating themselves as peerless masters. They considered themselves invincible, the foremost in the world.

If they knew that the Chu Feng they looked down upon had entered the Demon Suppression Tower eight hundred years earlier and even took away the treasures of the First Level, they probably wouldn’t be so arrogant now.

The two were quite like frogs in the well.

"Can’t you guys speak with a bit more kindness? My junior brother is not some cripple, he’s a handsome and lovable normal person. Besides, he’s alive and well. You’re cursing him to death, what sort of intentions are those?"

Qin Keren was extremely protective of her little junior brother, Chu Feng.

With Elder Shoumei present, she was not the least bit intimidated by Zang Jianfeng or Prince Jianyun, these two True Disciples.

She immediately accused the two of being lowly in quality and morally corrupt, her face full of anger.

"Heh heh, whether he is a cripple or not is not for me to say, nor is it for you. It depends on whether he has the strength. Without even sword meridians, he still dares to join in the excitement, absurdly wishing to obtain the Supreme Treasure Sword. To speak less nicely, it’s completely a death wish."

Zang Jianfeng sneered, his face full of disdain.

"You..." Qin Keren was so angry her pretty face turned pale, yet she was unable to retort.

"Isn’t that so? Look, we’ve already entered the Demon Suppression Tower, but where’s your cripple junior brother? Is he lying in some tomb chamber of the Sword Tomb, or couldn’t he even make it inside?"

Zang Jianfeng elegantly flicked his fingers, revealing two streaks of sword light that formed a Sword Domain, securely protecting himself within.

Under his feet was a Treasure Sword radiating dazzling light.

An indescribable show of flamboyance.

"This Demon Suppression Tower is not a place anyone can simply enter. Even us True Disciples have gone through a life-and-death struggle to get here with the help of many Elders. For Chu Feng, that waste, to think of braving this challenge alone is utterly ludicrous."

Prince Jianyun also supported, equally full of pride.

"Han Xiaoying, why be so stubborn, hanging yourself on a tree of poor quality? Consider instead us, the outstanding young talents of the Heavenly Prides." Prince Jianyun made a very direct public advance towards Han Xiaoying.

Zang Jianfeng was secretly in love with Han Xiaoying, and he planned to confess to her during this venture into the Sword Tomb.

Facing the threat from Prince Jianyun, he struck preemptively.

"This time, my Shangguan family has brought many powerful members. Senior Sister Han, if you agree to date me, I am willing to take care of you with all my might. If I obtain more than two Treasure Swords, I am willing to offer one as a token of our engagement."

Under the protection of his family elders and Elder Yang, Shangguan Bei was also spirited and arrogant.

With the glory of being the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s once-in-a-millennium top talent, even with only Beginner Level Great Sword Master Cultivation facing talents like Prince Jianyun and Zang Jianfeng, he was not the least bit weak.

"Although my Cang Family may not be a great clan, we are definitely a top-notch superfamily. If you marry me, I guarantee you a lifetime of glory and wealth, with revered status in the Northern Domain. Perhaps one day, you could even be the Phoenix of the Northern Domain."

The Phoenix is male, the Phoenix is female.

The Phoenix is the supreme among birds, equal in rank to the Dragon.

Zang Jianfeng indeed possesses great arrogance, boldly declaring that if Han Xiaoying marries him, he could make her the Phoenix of the Northern Domain. Even the likes of Shangguan Bei from the Heavenly Prides wouldn’t dare to make such a boastful declaration.

As the youngest Sword Saint Level True Disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Zang Jianfeng holds himself in high esteem, aspiring to embrace the world, tread upon the sun and moon, and look down upon all beings.

"Are you done talking?"

Han Xiaoying, the party concerned, is now the center of attention.

All the experts present, regardless of gender, are looking at her.

Being pursued by so many Heavenly Prides simultaneously, it must be believed that, apart from her beauty, her cool and elegant temperament, as well as her fidelity to love, are enough to make every man’s heart flutter.

"Firstly, my husband is neither a waste nor disabled. Secondly, thank you for your kindness. In this life, I belong only to my husband, Chu Feng. No matter if it’s poverty or wealth, sickness or downfall, my love for Chu Feng is unswerving. Even if seas dry up and rocks crumble, even if the stars shift, it will never change."

"You can give up now!"

Han Xiaoying’s words struck like a loud slap across the faces of Zang Jianfeng, Prince Jianyun, Shangguan Bei, and these peerless Heavenly Prides.

Each one of them had a stiff expression, dark and gloomy.

Sometimes it’s just like that, the flowing water is intentional, but the falling flowers are heartless. The beauty of Han Xiaoying is earth-shatteringly beautiful, making all flowers pale in comparison. The number of men who wish to marry her is countless.

Unfortunately, in this life, her loyalty is to one person only, and that person is Chu Feng, whom everyone sees as a waste.

He doesn’t have a powerful family background, immense family wealth, or a noble status. He even lacks sword meridians. One could say he is utterly destitute.

Compared to Zang Jianfeng, Prince Jianyun, and others, the difference is like that between a True Dragon and an earthworm.

Yet Han Xiaoying remains unmoved and steadfastly loves only Chu Feng. No matter how tempting the promises made by Zang Jianfeng and others, she resolutely rejects them coldly and without hesitation.

"Look, there seem to be two figures up ahead!"

A disciple from the Rashamon Sect exclaimed.

Everyone’s gaze turned forward, and amidst the rolling Demon Fog, an enormous stone coffin emerged before their eyes.

Through the massive hole on the side of the coffin, one could vaguely see two people standing proudly there.

The one in front, holding the Crimson Flame Sword, lit up the whole interior of the stone coffin with red light.

It was for this reason that the experts of the Rashamon Sect were able to spot the presence of Chu Feng and Han Dong.

"How is this possible? So many Sword Saints from our sect joining forces hardly managed to gain a step ahead and reach this place. How did those two manage it?"

Whether it was the elders of the Rashamon Sect or those of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, all had their expressions drastically change, watching the two figures inside the coffin in shock.

"It seems to be disciples from our Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and they’re only ordinary disciples!"

Qin Keren shrieked.

The elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect were shaken once more. Which two disciples could be so outstanding as to enter the Demon Suppression Tower even before them?

"Husband, it’s my husband Chu Feng!" Han Xiaoying was bursting with excitement, Chu Feng’s image engraved deep in her mind.

She recognized that familiar figure at a glance, seemingly frail, but exceptionally tall and solid. Able to shelter her from the wind and rain, and help her through dangers.