"He rose from the Nine Heavens Realm, fought all the way to the Middle Three Realms, and was awarded the title of Undefeated God of War. His fame is endless. Because of him, the Saintess even became the Quasi-Spiritual Emperor."
"He came to the Ice Spirit Clan to propose marriage. The Spirit King thought that he was too good and gave him a choice. Either choose the Saint, or get out."
"Jiang Chen's choice is as you can see..."
Yun Shou shook his head and sighed, his face full of regret, as if he felt sorry for Xue'er.
"Auntie, turn it off."
Jiang Chen dreamed of hearing the sound again, and the howling cold wind couldn't cover it up.
Yun Shou waved his hand and the mirror disappeared.
"I'm going to practice."
The woman turned around and entered the mountains, seemingly unaffected.
………
When Jiang Chen woke up, he saw his bride sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair that was messy because of last night's madness.
Her hair is as long as a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow, yet elastic and as smooth as silk.
The side of the face half facing her is so beautiful that it's breathtaking.
She was very thinly dressed, wearing a coat, and her slender thighs seemed to be the most beautiful curves in the world. Her jade feet were like works of art, without any flaws, her nails were like crystals, and her toes were like pearls.
"Are you awake?"
She paused while combing her hair and turned around. It was the Saint of the Ice Spirit Tribe!
The spirit daughter, spirit son, is a member of the spirit clan who is determined at birth and has extraordinary spiritual roots. The spirit clan carefully cultivates them and sends them to all walks of life to avoid the seedling killing operation.
As for the saint, it is decided at birth. The daughter of the Spiritual King is a saint.
"Can you help me comb my hair?" the saint said with a smile.
Jiang Chen sat up, held his forehead, and said: "I told you that I am a god, and I am not a real disciple of Emperor Wu."
"I know." The saint said nonchalantly.
"and you……"
"As long as you don't tell, and I don't tell, others will never know. I believe you can break the curse of the divine body." The saint said.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen was very touched. She said these words lightly, but it required a lot of courage.
"It's useless, a conspiracy is surrounding me. The previous rumors about the divine body were just to build momentum, and soon..." Jiang Chen said.
"Can you help me comb my hair?" The saint interrupted him and handed over the comb.
Looking at that perfect face, there was no trace of worry at all, which made Jiang Chen stunned.
He stretched out his hand and took the comb made of Xuanbing. It was only about the size of a palm, exquisite and compact.
Jiang Chen stood up, walked behind the saint, and happened to see the two people in the mirror.
One person is sitting and the other person is standing.
The saint pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes looking forward to him through the mirror.
Jiang Chen's heart moved and he stepped forward.
Suddenly, he froze on the spot, staring at the mirror with a scary look.
"What's wrong?" The saint was stunned, not knowing why.
"Does it need to be like this?"
Jiang Chen's eyes were scarlet and he punched the mirror.
The saint stepped aside and was about to ask a question when she saw brilliance emanating from the cracks in the broken mirror, and countless spiritual patterns revealed.
"Is this necessary?!" Jiang Chen threw away the comb and walked out of the wedding room.
"I don't know...really."
The saint's face was ashen. Of course she knew what was going on with this mirror. What the two of them did last night was transmitted to that person's eyes.
Jiang Chen put on his clothes and came to the door of the Ice Palace.
"Groom, what do you want to do?"
General Wei was not surprised and stood at the door to stop him.
"I want to see the Spirit King, get out of here!"
Jiang Chen can accept the sacrifice, but he cannot accept that he was misunderstood by his senior sister, which made her sad.
"Jiang Chen, you're done having fun, what else do you want to do? You're so heartless." General Wei sneered.
But when Jiang Chen looked at it, he immediately suppressed his smile and said: "The Spirit King took your elixir and went into seclusion."
"I want to see Yun Shou!" Jiang Chen said again.
"Yun Shou is not here. She is responsible for the spirit girl and does not need to stay in the Ice Palace."
Jiang Chen understood that no one would appear in front of him now.
He left the ice palace and walked in the snow in despair.
Be mentally prepared when you come, and you can accept it no matter how bad the situation is.
But when it came to this point, Jiang Chen found that he couldn't let go.
As he walked, he came from the Ice Palace to another city.
He didn't seem to notice, and just kept walking forward. When he passed by a restaurant, he stopped for a while and walked in.
Jiang Chen has never liked drinking strong alcohol, thinking that it is not a gentleman.
What he likes to drink is to get tipsy, but today, he wanted to get drunk.
In this city full of spirit races, the appearance of such a strange person naturally attracts attention.
"Isn't that Jiang Chen? Didn't he enter the bridal chamber last night? Why are you here to get drunk?"
"What happened?"
Everyone was talking a lot and didn't know why.
Starting from the morning, Jiang Chen drank until night. Even his spiritual body couldn't bear it and he was so drunk.
Finally, the Saint of the Ice Spirit Clan came in person with soldiers and took him away.
Now everyone knows about the relationship between the two, and they can't help but talk about it.
The next day, someone saw Jiang Chen walking in the snow-capped mountains. All he passed were empty wine bottles.
This time, it caused a lot of discussion among the Ice Spirit Tribe.
And this situation has been maintained. Every day after Jiang Chen drank so much that he collapsed, the saint took him back regardless of the strange looks from outsiders.
At the same time, there are more and more rumors in the outside world that Jiang Chen is a god.
It wasn’t serious and people didn’t know where they heard the doubts.
For example, if Jiang Chen is not a god, why can he go head-to-head with the Earth Spirit Clan?
Why did he have such a terrifying physical performance when competing for the undefeated God of War?
Most importantly, how did he withstand the power of strange fire and thunder?
There were more and more doubts, and people began to read the information about the divine body, and found that it was indeed consistent.
In particular, Ning Haotian, who came from the same world as Jiang Chen, claimed that the essence and blood of the divine body is comparable to the magic medicine. It is precisely because of the exchange of essence and blood with Jiang Chen that he has made rapid progress today.
This time, people exploded and found it very credible.
Jiang Chen had no idea about this and was almost unable to live without wine.
On this day, the Saint of the Ice Spirit Tribe was called to the main hall.
She vaguely guessed something, her eyes full of complexity.
"Look what you have become. You are a saint from the Ice Spirit Tribe, and now you are almost becoming a joke to the Ice Spirit Tribe." The Ice Spirit King said dissatisfied.
Because of Jiang Chen, there are a lot of rumors about the saint.
The saint was silent and did not respond.
"Let's get down to business. Do you know the inside story of the rumors going on outside?" Ice Spirit King asked again.
"I don't know." the saint said.
"But I haven't said what the rumors refer to yet."
Hearing this, the saint's face changed drastically. The more she pretended to be normal, the more she revealed her biggest flaw.
Suddenly, she felt that her mind was being swallowed by the vast ocean, and everything about her was being read.
"Xue'er! You let me down!"
After realizing what they wanted, the Ice Spirit Tribe finally showed anger.