Chapter 128: 126. Monsters Come from the Sky (2/2)

126. Monsters Come from the Sky (2/2)

Very quickly, Chen Yike caught up to her older sister, Chen Yuejian.

She wrapped both hands around her sister's small waist.

Her eyes were fixed straight on the piece of Spirit Cake in her sister's hand.

Her mouth kept shouting "Yao, yao, yao" without stopping.

Chen Yuejian also kept her promise; since she said she would give her younger sister the Spirit Cake if she caught up, she would give it to her.

"Come, little Yike, open your mouth nicely. Sister will feed you. Your hands have been crawling on the ground for so long, they're too dirty, you can't hold it yourself."

"Yao, yao, yao!"

Chen Yike seemed unable to understand human speech yet, so she just kept reaching out to grab the Spirit Cake.

Chen Yuejian held the Spirit Cake high above her head, not letting her take it.

"Wah... wah... wah!"

After several attempts, Chen Yike discovered she couldn't reach the Spirit Cake at all, and she immediately became so anxious she opened her mouth and cried, an Evil Dragon Roar that made people's eardrums buzz.

Soon, both Song Huaying and Wen Zhiyun in the room heard the sound and came out.

When they saw the scene of Chen Yike standing while holding onto her sister Chen Yuejian's small waist, then tilting her head back and opening her little mouth to cry, both of them were shocked.

What the hell?

An infant not even a month old can actually stand up by holding onto someone?

However, the next second, something even more shocking to them happened.

Chen Yike, who had been tilting her head back crying, immediately let go of her sister Chen Yuejian's small waist the moment she saw her mother come out of the room, turning instead to run toward her mother while crying.

Watching the tiny Chen Yike suddenly run over while crying, Wen Zhiyun and Song Huaying were both stunned, their mouths hanging open in an 'O' shape, wide enough to fit two cucumbers at once.

"Husband, this, this... little Yike can actually run?"

Wen Zhiyun looked at Chen An in front of her, her face full of disbelief, once thinking she was dreaming.

Chen An had already been shocked before, so he was much calmer now, and said to his haughty concubine: "No need to make such a fuss, children with special constitutions are like this."

A child with a special constitution? Wen Zhiyun still felt it was unbelievable, thinking to herself, just what kind of celestial being did she give birth to?

After a moment of calm, Song Huaying, who was to the side, looked at her daughter and asked: "Xiao Yuejian, why did you make your younger sister cry?"

"Mother, I didn't make little Yike cry. It's just that she wanted to eat the Spirit Cake. I saw her hands were dirty, so I thought I would feed her. She wouldn't have it and insisted on holding it to eat it herself. I wouldn't let her take it, and then she cried."

Chen Yuejian explained with a bit of grievance.

On the other side.

Chen An felt his cultivation base suddenly surge to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and he couldn't help but feel incredibly excited.

His current strength was at least ten times stronger than when he was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

Facing a terrifying Golden Core Stage expert, not to mention killing them above his rank, just saving his own life would be more than enough.

After all, he knew many Dharma Spells, and the proficiency of many had reached an astonishing height.

"At this rate of breakthrough, I feel like I can reach the Golden Core Stage in less than a year."

Chen An thought to himself, unable to help but feel slightly invigorated.

In a blink of an eye.

Time had arrived at night.

It was the auspicious time for the wedding.

Shen Qingyi was already dressed and was sitting on the bed waiting for Chen An to come and favor her.

Originally, it was said they would perform the wedding ceremony.

To perform the ceremony under the witness of the other three wives and concubines.

But Shen Qingyi felt embarrassed and wanted to simplify the process, which is why they skipped directly to this step of the bridal chamber.

As a man, Chen An didn't care much for rituals anyway.

Since Shen Qingyi wanted to simplify it, he was naturally happy to do so.

"Yier, your husband is coming in."

Chen An said as he pushed open the door and walked into Shen Qingyi's room.

At this moment, Shen Qingyi was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed with her hands folded on her lap.

There was no nervousness.

There was only anticipation.

Chen An didn't dawdle either; he walked straight to Shen Qingyi's side and sat down, lifting the red bridal veil with a hint of anticipation.

The next second, a delicate and dripping-wet beautiful face appeared before his eyes.

Her willow-leaf eyebrows were even thinner, the edges having been meticulously refined, looking very neat.

Her lips, which were originally slightly pink and tender, were now a vibrant red, looking exceptionally alluring.

This was Shen Qingyi with makeup on, beautiful beyond compare.

"Yier, you are so beautiful."

Chen An spoke the most sincere praise, his eyes full of the delicate and alluring Shen Qingyi.

Shen Qingyi hesitated for a moment and said: "Can you not call me Yier? It sounds weird to me..."

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingyi pursed her red lips: "I am already over fifty, not as young and tender as Ying or Yue, so calling me Yier feels very incongruous."

"Then what should I call you? I can't keep calling you Fellow Daoist Shen like before, can I?"

"Just call me Qingyi directly."

"Mm, I'll listen to you, Shen Qingyi."

As Chen An said this, he placed his hand on Shen Qingyi's slender waist, and it began to grow restless.

Shen Qingyi's pretty face flushed red, and she let Chen An take advantage of her, saying in an exceptionally shy and barely audible voice: "Husband, let me serve you well tonight..."

Chen An smiled and said, "I think it would be better if we served each other."

After speaking, he scooped up the rose-red Shen Qingyi, gently placed her on the bed, removed her shoes and socks to reveal a pair of charming, slender Jade Feet, then skillfully untied and pulled out the sash at her waist, beginning their first exchange of body and soul since they had met, and thus gained her entirely.

The next day, the sky was still somewhat dim.

The two had not slept all night and were now lying on the bed, resting with slightly disordered breathing.

"Can you get out of bed? If not, I'll bring breakfast in for you."

Chen An looked at Shen Qingyi's beautiful eyes, which were still streaked with tear marks, his voice both gentle and self-reproachful.

He had thought that since Shen Qingyi was a Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage cultivator, he didn't need to be gentle last night, but he hadn't expected that he would actually make Shen Qingyi cry.

"I'm not hungry."

Shen Qingyi's voice sounded exceptionally soft, lacking its usual crispness, and there was no dissatisfaction or resentment regarding last night; there was only the virtuousness of a woman devoted to her beloved husband.

Looking at Shen Qingyi's pitiable and sensible appearance, Chen An cursed himself inwardly for truly not being a human last night, insisting on playing with all sorts of tricks without the slightest regard for Shen Qingyi's feelings—he was such a beast.

"If you aren't hungry, then I'll go brew you a bowl of Spirit Fish Soup; it can accelerate the healing of bodily trauma and quickly restore your physical strength."

After speaking.

Chen An put on his clothes, got out of bed, and left the room to go brew Spirit Fish Soup for his swordswoman concubine.

He arrived at the courtyard outside.

He walked to the edge of the pond where many Spirit Fish were kept and stopped.

Chen An was just preparing to catch the freshest Spirit Fish to make soup.

At this moment, a large expanse of deep purple mist suddenly permeated the high sky.

It appeared in wisps and strands.

Like a sheet of purple plastic wrap, it shrouded the entire Red Cedar Forest.

"This is... Demon Qi?"

Chen An looked up at the high sky, feeling an instinctive sense of unease.

The Demon Qi was too dense.

So dense that it made one feel as if they had entered the Demon World.

His body felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Husband, what's wrong with the sky?"

Wen Zhiyun walked out of the house holding their daughter Chen Yike, looking up at the purple-tinted sky with a face full of confusion and unease.

Chen An was just about to speak.

But before he could open his mouth, his brows suddenly furrowed.

At this very moment, his powerful Divine Sense, which far exceeded that of cultivators at the same level, allowed him to perceive that many high-energy entities had appeared in the sky above.

The next moment!

Countless black shadows plummeted from the sky at high speed.

Chen An fixed his gaze, and what came into view were various bizarre-looking demon creatures, densely crashing down toward the Red Cedar Forest on the ground like raindrops.

PS: Setting out my bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!