The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 41 Divorce! _1

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Divorce! _1

When Qi Yuan logged into the game again, he really wanted to post a video.

"Folks, what am I to do? My family has arranged a ghost marriage for me!"

Then, he would add a watermelon head special effect.

If it were a certain music app, the comments might be, "Sis, hang in there."

If it were a certain forum, the comments might be, "Bro, you’re lucky."

Of course, these are nothing but stereotypes.

These responses can’t solve Qi Yuan’s current problem.

He looks at his new bride.

He really wants to see her face, her eyebrows, her arms, and her thighs.

Is it too much to want to see his own bride?

However, this bride... doesn’t have a face.

Not only does she not have a face, but she also doesn’t have any hands or legs.

No... feet.

"Ah, I just took a nap, how did I end up getting married to an NPC?"

The place where Qi Yuan was standing was like a wedding room.

There were paper flowers pasted on the window, with the Chinese character for happiness written on them.

As soon as he entered the game, he and his bride lay flat.

His bride was a big red wedding dress, in the style of ancient China - the kind you might see in a ghost film.

Upon closer inspection, you could even imagine a bride with clear eyebrows, graceful bearing, and attractive body.

He looked at the dress monster in front of him, or rather, the wedding dress monster.

He helplessly said, "I really want to take you out with one hit and turn you into an experience pack."

It seemed that the red wedding dress understood Qi Yuan’s words and shrank back half a step.

However, Qi Yuan ultimately didn’t kill this NPC.

At that time, when he was fighting against the Dreadful Dress King, the Dreadful Dress King’s red gas entered Qi Yuan’s body.

The gas caused massive trouble for him, constantly weakening his attributes and even trying to slowly take over his body.

But this red gas was neutralized by the bride-dress monster, Qi Yuan’s new bride.

How could you have the heart to turn her into an experience pack when she helped you out?

Moreover, this bride-dress monster seemed to possess some intelligence.

It was different from those dress monsters who wanted to attack Qi Yuan as soon as they saw him.

He looked at the bride-dress monster sitting on the board a step away from him and slowly asked, "Who are you, what’s your name?"

The bride-dress monster did not answer, staying still.

"No name?"

"Don’t remember?"

"Then I’ll call you..."

"Little Red?"

"Little Monster?"

"Xiao Jia!"

Finally, Qi Yuan gave the bride-dress monster a name.

Her name was temporarily set as Xiao Jia.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jia had no face, no body, no legs, no hands... well, if sleeves and trousers count as arms and legs, then she has those.

"Ah, I’ve got a wife for free." Qi Yuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

This wife couldn’t communicate with him normally.

"Why did you marry me in a ceremonial bow?" Qi Yuan still tried to communicate with Xiao Jia, although she seemed unable to communicate.

This time, to Qi Yuan’s surprise, Xiao Jia didn’t stay still with no reaction.

She threw a wooden sign from her red sleeves.

The material of the wooden sign was very old, with two Chinese characters written on it.

"Husband?"

Yes, the word written on was "Husband".

"You want me to be your husband? So you took advantage of me when I was offline, and we bowed in ceremony?" Qi Yuan was speechless.

He had encountered a creature even more absurd than himself.

Moreover, she was an NPC.

"No way, we didn’t go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, it doesn’t count!" Qi Yuan continued to speak.

He didn’t want to get married to a robe.

Even though the saying goes ’brothers are as intimate as hands and feet, women are as trivial as clothes,’ you can’t actually be a piece of attire, right?

How would they coordinate their married life?

Xiao Jia’s sleeve tightly grabbed onto Qi Yuan’s arm, not letting go.

She couldn’t speak, but she showed it through actions.

Qi Yuan sighed in exasperation, "Since we can communicate using wooden plaques, why not carry more and introduce yourself more?"

From what he could see, Xiao Jia didn’t share much information.

[Xiao Jia, the bride you’ve lavishly come to marry.]

With a small tremble of her hand, eight wooden plaques fell out from Xiao Jia’s sleeve.

"Where did they fall out from?" Qi Yuan stared at Xiao Jia’s sleeve, "Can I reach in and find it?"

Xiao Jia didn’t step back, hence she did not refuse.

Qi Yuan’s hand reached into Xiao Jia’s sleeve, groping towards her chest, appendix, liver regions, but...he found nothing.

Yet Xiao Jia, as if she had a major reaction, fell straight to the ground.

At last, Qi Yuan stopped probing around and helped Xiao Jia up instead, looking at the eight wooden plaques on the ground.

A symbol of a man with the word "Husband".

A symbol of a wedding dress with the word "Wife".

A smiling symbol.

A crying face symbol.

A cuddling symbol.

A hand holding a sleeve symbol.

A sleeping symbol.

A symbol of a tombstone.

"Were you an emoji wholesaler in your past life?" Qi Yuan couldn’t help but joke.

He saw that Xiao Jia could use the wooden plaques to express her thoughts.

And immediately began testing it out.

For instance, making some wooden plaques for Xiao Jia and letting her express her thoughts.

Qi Yuan was disappointed to find out it didn’t work.

Xiao Jia could only bring out those eight plaques.

It seemed her world could only be expressed through these eight plaques.

"Sigh, let’s get a divorce," Qi Yuan said, "Our relationship has broken down, I want to apply for a divorce."

Xiao Jia held tightly onto Qi Yuan’s arm, a wooden plaque fell out, the one with the symbol of "hand holding a sleeve".

"Can you help me?" For some reason, Qi Yuan seemed to understand the meaning behind the symbol - asking him not to leave and that she could help him.

Interest piqued, Qi Yuan looked at Xiao Jia.

At this moment, Xiao Jia’s entire cold body pressed against Qi Yuan’s.

A special change occurred at this instant.

In the bridal room, the blood-red wedding dress turned into red specks of light, falling onto Qi Yuan’s body like fireflies.

In a fraction of a second, the red fireflies turned into a red armor, covering Qi Yuan’s body completely, leaving only his eyes exposed.

From a distance, the armor appeared blood-red, like flowing blood. Yet these fluid-like armor plates gave Qi Yuan a strong sense of security.

Elegant and beautiful, mysterious and powerful.

Clad in the bloody armor and wielding a large sword, Qi Yuan’s height increased to ten meters.

He now appeared like a terrifying demon walking in hell.

Qi Yuan felt a wedding dress tattoo on his chest.

The tattoo was identical to Xiao Jia.

He could sense that the wedding dress pattern was Xiao Jia’s true form.

The bloody armor wasn’t Xiao Jia, but a defense she provided him.

Qi Yuan looked at himself and was stunned, "Leveled up to 93?"

By wearing Xiao Jia, or rather by merging with her, he surprisingly increased by 5 levels and reached level 93.

However, he had a hunch this was temporary.

This excited him.

That was a 5-level increase!

A 5-level increase would greatly enhance Qi Yuan’s abilities, making monster hunting much less challenging.

If he encountered the level 95 Ugly Cloth Monster King again, he wouldn’t need to run away; he might even have a fighting chance if it was a one-on-one battle. Qi Yuan was somewhat confident of victory.

Of course, by one-on-one, he meant him and Xiao Jia against the Ugly Cloth Monster King.

Then, something unexpected happened.

He activated two skills simultaneously.

One major skill and one minor skill.

Every 30 levels, Qi Yuan could obtain a major skill that he could use in the real world.

Every 10 levels, he earned a minor skill.

Merging with Xiao Jia, Qi Yuan broke through level 90 and gained two skills.

These two skills were - major skill: [Childhood Sweethearts] and minor skill: [Cloth Splitter].

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