Chapter 663: A Red Bridal Veil

Late at night, in the city of Wu Lie River.

The high-end residential compound named Longhua Tianyuan sat within the bustling urban district, yet inside its bounds, trees formed a canopy and all was quiet.

In a single-family villa on the southern side, within a lavishly decorated master bedroom on the second floor.

A family of three was fast asleep.

However, one person was only pretending to sleep.

The young man carefully withdrew his numb arm from beneath his wife's head, then sat up.

His wife beside the pillow slept soundly, and in the crib next to the large bed, the little one also slept sweetly.

The young man's gaze was gentle; he watched for a long while before finally rising from the bed and tiptoeing toward the door.

Just like a thief.

"Click~" The room door was gently closed.

"Huff." The young man exhaled in relief, picked up something at random in the living room, then went to the second-floor terrace and slid open the glass door.

The summer night breeze blew gently, messing up his short hair and sleeping robe.

"Fizz."

Sparks flew.

The metal lighter's flint wheel slid, igniting a small flame.

The flame lit the cigarette reaching toward it, also illuminating the man's rather handsome face.

The heroic spirit that once filled his brows had largely dispersed; now, there was mostly gentleness.

"Huff."

The young man comfortably exhaled a cloud of smoke, walked to the railing, and gazed at the distant night sky.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he lowered his head to look down into the woods below.

Yet before he looked down, a shadowy figure had already turned, leaned against a large tree, and silently concealed their form.

【Hmph, learned to smoke, have you?】

The cold words echoed in Lu Ran's mind.

Lu Ran stood beside the tree, making no attempt to hide, for he was already invisible.

Hearing the Great Nightmare's cold tone, Lu Ran felt a bit daunted and replied haphazardly: 【Probably just stress.】

After the telepathic transmission, Lu Ran's heart also began to mutter.

It's clearly Deng Yutang smoking; why am I the one feeling afraid here?

【Just toss him into the mountains and make him quit smoking.】 Deng Deng Yuxiang, leaning against the large tree, arranged her younger brother's fate.

Lu Ran gazed at the tall young man on the second-floor terrace and transmitted mentally: 【Your brother just had a baby; the child is only a full month old. Are you really going to do this?】

Deng Deng Yuxiang: 【Mn.】

No reason, no explanation, only a decision.

Truly domineering.

【Let's go; first, take him back to Jingxiandian.】 Deng Deng Yuxiang transmitted again.

Lu Ran looked at the tall young man with pity.

Poor Brother Deng, saddled with such a sister; truly, hmm, what a blessing, right?

Lu Ran flashed away silently.

Deng Yutang immediately sensed a faint energy fluctuation behind him, but before he could mount any effective resistance, a hand had already pressed against his back.

A hand was nothing.

The key was the red silk thread extending from the fingertips.

Deng Yutang's heart jumped in alarm!

This... this, this?

Deng Yutang found himself unable to move; while shocked and terrified, he did not even have the qualification for his expression to suddenly change.

Under the control of the Haipin · Silk-Thread Line, the prey was not even allowed to blink, let alone make an expression.

An unprecedented, immense threat even caused Deng Yutang to begin experiencing his "life flashing before his eyes"!

Yet the scene that followed dragged Deng Yutang back to reality.

A red veil was placed over his head.

It was precisely the kind of red veil used by a bride on her wedding day.

The red veil not only blocked his vision but was also extremely agile; one corner automatically lifted, drilled into Deng Yutang's mouth, and stuffed it full.

"Mmph!" Deng Yutang had no qualification to struggle; even his sounds were muddled.

Here you go~

Lu Ran took the "bride" and retreated into the floor-length mirror.

At this moment, Deng Deng Yuxiang had also stepped onto the second-floor terrace; looking at her kidnapped brother, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

First the Xie Fa of Silk-Threads · Silk-Thread Line; then the Xie Fa of Rouge-Paper · Red Veil; and finally the Xie Fa of Sinful Mirror · Mirror Flower Moon.

Even if her own brother died here today, it would be worth it!

Deng Deng Yuxiang saw the cigarette fallen on the ground, stepped on it, gently crushed it out with her leather boot, and strode into the mirror.

"Mmph!!" As soon as she entered the mirror, Deng Deng Yuxiang heard her brother's wail.

Barring the unexpected, his contract had already been torn up.

Inside Jingxiandian, Lu Ran finally revealed his true form; while stepping backward, he dispersed the red silk threads and the red veil.

"Who! You are... Sister?!"

Deng Yutang's expression froze as he saw the beautiful, charming, yet cold-faced woman standing before him.

Behind and to the side of the woman stood another slender figure.

"Brother Lu!" Deng Yutang's face instantly lit up with joy.

Kidnapping, tearing up contracts—all of it was cast to the back of his mind in that instant.

Lu Ran couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Nothing beats one's own brothers!

"Long time no see, Deng Shao," Lu Ran said with a smile, waving his hand.

Visible to the naked eye, Deng Yutang's face turned pale, and he began to tremble.

The joy of reunion could not mask the disparity in power; before two vast seas, a River Realm practitioner trembled with fear, finding even breathing difficult.

To the powerful of the Spirit Mountain plane, the strong of the mortal plane were no different from ants.

"Thank you, Lord Xiang Xianyang," Deng Deng Yuxiang casually pushed her younger brother aside, then knelt on the ground and bowed with devout reverence.

Only then did Deng Yutang realize that their surroundings had changed.

What the hell?

Where the f*** has this dragged me?

"Kneel." His sister's icy voice carried endless pressure.

Deng Yutang's heart hammered violently, and he hurriedly dropped to his knees.

Deng Deng Yuxiang was nearly driven to laugh in anger: "Did I tell you to kneel to me?"

"Ah!" Deng Yutang finally understood; he immediately turned around to face the stone statue of Xiang Xianyang deep within the main hall.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ran secretly chuckled.

Poor Deng Shao; he was at least a Red Scarf believer—well, at least he had been a few seconds ago.

Look how Deng Deng Yuxiang had trained him!

Without even needing to sign a contract with Lord Xiang Xianyang, Deng Shao had already become a pitiful little lamb.

After bowing respectfully to express his gratitude, Deng Deng Yuxiang stood up: "Let's go; don't disturb Lord Xiang Xianyang."

Deng Yutang rose shakily, but the next moment, his pupils quaked in shock!

He saw with his own eyes as Lu Ran summoned an antique bronze mirror.

Deng Deng Yuxiang stopped before the mirror, turned her head to look behind her, frowned slightly, and uttered a single icy word:

"Go."

"Oh!" Deng Yutang averted his gaze, lowered his head, and followed.

As for his sister's strength, Deng Yutang had never harbored any doubt.

From childhood until now, he had always lived in her shadow.

But today was different!

His own sister seemed excessively powerful.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Deng." As Deng Yutang walked beside the mirror, a hand rested on his shoulder: "Your sister is just fierce on the surface; deep down, who knows how much she loves you."

Deng Yutang: "."

Let's just say, could you share some of that love with me?

We haven't seen each other in a year and a half, and the first thing you say is "Kneel."

Although there was a reason for it—no, wait!

My contract was torn up for no reason; why should I thank Lord Xiang Xianyang?

Pondering this bitterly, Deng Yutang stepped into the mirror and found himself back in the old house.

Ever since enrolling at Wu Lie River University, the family had moved away from Rain Alley City and bought a house in Wu Lie River City.

The whole family had been living in Wu Lie River City and hadn't returned to their hometown for a long time.

This detached villa was very "clean"; the spirit shrines and statues had long since been moved to the new home.

"I see that Mom and Dad are doing quite well," the icy voice entered his ears once more.

Deng Yutang turned to look, only to see Deng Deng Yuxiang sitting on the sofa; her sprawling, commanding posture radiated far more authority than before.

"Speak."

"Yes, Mom and Dad are doing v-very well; they are healthy and miss you very much," Deng Yutang said, forcing himself to speak through his fear.

There was no joy of reunion.

There was only pressure surging toward him like a violent tide.

Lu Ran looked at the woman on the sofa and said helplessly: "Be gentler; his cultivation realm is already low. If you don't restrain yourself, do you intend to kill the child?"

Deng Deng Yuxiang: "."

Deng Yutang: "."

Deng Deng Yuxiang fell silent for a moment, and her posture became slightly more amiable.

Leaning back against the sofa, she crossed her legs, and when she spoke again, her voice was noticeably softer: "What is my daughter's name?"

"Deng Lingyi."

"Lingyi Lingse?" Deng Deng Yuxiang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, Father spent a long time consulting the 'Book of Songs' before settling on it," Deng Yutang nodded.

"Sit down and talk," Lu Ran said, patting Deng Yutang's shoulder.

But after taking just one step forward, Lu Ran clearly sensed that Deng Yutang was resistant.

He seemed unwilling to approach Deng Deng Yuxiang.

Deng Deng Yuxiang naturally noticed her brother's leg movements and snorted: "You sit; don't worry about him."

Lu Ran raised both hands, looking utterly helpless.

Deng Yutang finally found his own voice: "Brother Lu, your hair has grown longer, and you've grown taller too."

"In the end, I still haven't caught up to you," Lu Ran said with a smile.

He had stopped at 182cm, and now that he was already twenty years old, he didn't know if he could grow any taller.

As he spoke, Lu Ran also moved away from Deng Yutang, not wanting to add pressure on his brother.

"Brother Lu, you and my sister—" Deng Yutang watched Lu Ran's retreating figure.

Deng Deng Yuxiang spoke directly: "We came this time to take you with us, to cultivate after entering the Divine Ruins."

Deng Yutang's face froze in shock: "After entering the Divine Ruins?"

Deng Deng Yuxiang gave a soft "Mm": "There, divine power is denser, but dangers are greater; one could die violently at any moment. It will sharpen your spirit and save you from muddling through life in the mortal world, eating idle food and waiting for death."

Lu Ran sat on a separate sofa nearby, looking at Deng Deng Yuxiang with a speechless expression.

Deng Yutang stalled for quite a while before stammering out: "But my status as a believer, I just..."

"No need to worry; Lu Ran will give it to you." Deng Deng Yuxiang's beautiful eyes shifted as she looked toward Lu Ran.

"Yes, your sister is right; I have prepared a Ghost General Yemo Yemo Xiesu for you." Lu Ran nodded immediately, then added, "If you don't like it, we can discuss it further."

A warmth surged in Deng Deng Yuxiang's heart; she gazed quietly at Lu Ran, her expression growing ever softer.

Deng Yutang was completely dumbfounded.

Of course, he was willing to believe Lu Ran and his sister, no matter how far-fetched their words might seem.

Deng Yutang opened his mouth: "Sister, Lingyi was just born..."

"Do you love your daughter very much?"

"Of course!" Deng Yutang replied without hesitation, nodding heavily.

"Then you should come with us all the more." Deng Deng Yuxiang shifted her gaze from Lu Ran to the night scene outside the window: "You ought to create a peaceful world for her."

"So that she may live happily and with dignity."

Deng Yutang stared blankly at his own sister.

The woman's faint voice entered his ears clearly, word by word: "Instead of letting your daughter spend her entire life as a slave, becoming livestock at the mercy of others to be slaughtered."

Deng Yutang's breath hitched!

Three updates today.

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