Chapter 110

Maitreya Buddha was stunned. Good luck?

"Perhaps." Maitreya Buddha remained cheerful, and it wasn't certain he truly couldn't get to eat.

If the banquet can't be held, won't he just go straight to the Imperial Kitchen to eat?

As for those flat peaches or not, he doesn't care; anyway, with his current cultivation, the effect of flat peaches on him isn't significant.

So it's decided: before the banquet starts, he'll head straight to the Imperial Kitchen and eat all the good things—this trip won't be in vain.

No matter how much the monkey causes trouble, he won't reach the Imperial Kitchen side; how could he not believe such luck could happen!

The Netherworld Underworld, the Sea of Blood, the Asura Clan territory.

"Yo ho, little sister, things have come to this—just accept your fate." The beautiful woman said with a charming smile.

Gazing at her in a fiery red wedding dress, her face capable of overturning nations, yet her eyes were like a dead pool—the Rakshasa Woman; the beautiful woman wore a playful expression on her face.

"You've already had your cultivation sealed by your father—don't even think about resisting; otherwise, only you will suffer!"

"I won't marry!" The Rakshasa Woman's voice was deep, distant, and cold.

The beautiful woman's red lips curled as she said: "This was arranged by your father and Lord Indra—you cannot defy it."

"Besides, if you keep being so out of touch, your father might fly into a rage and have you go slaughter that dead ox spirit to eat." The beautiful woman said jokingly.

The Rakshasa Woman, who originally had an icy, cold expression, had her breathing suddenly become rapid upon hearing the second sentence.

"No way!"

No matter what, her husband must not come to harm.

"Then just behave yourself; otherwise, you know your father's temper." The beautiful woman said, gloating over her misfortune.

Seeing the Rakshasa Woman fall silent, the beautiful woman pouted, feeling somewhat speechless.

"Time's come—see the bride off to the palanquin!" The beautiful woman leisurely clapped her hands; several attendants stepped forward.

Ignoring the Rakshasa Woman's struggles and protests, they forcibly dragged her out and shoved her into the palanquin.

Seeing the Rakshasa Woman outside, her veil haphazardly covered, being pushed into the palanquin.

In his grand red wedding attire, Bi Tian Tuo held his head high and chest out; his hideously ugly face bore a spring-breeze pride—he had finally obtained the most beautiful woman in the entire Asura Clan.

Gazing at the envious, jealous, hateful looks of the Asura clan men around him, Bi Tian Tuo felt his spirit flutter in a daze.

"Bi Tian Tuo, you've got the princess—can't you let us also..." Bi Tian Tuo's brothers, one by one, cracked their fists and palms, eager to give it a try.

"Scram!" Bi Tian Tuo's face instantly darkened.

Still dare to covet his woman—seeking death!

The Rakshasa Woman can only be his—his possessiveness is extremely fierce!

Even if such situations are commonplace among the Asura clan, in front of Bi Tian Tuo, they're impossible!

Don't say such things—let alone the Ox Demon King who took the Rakshasa Woman's first time; he doesn't want to let him go.

Bi Tian Tuo will one day chop off that ox head, make it a specimen, and throw it at the Rakshasa Woman!

A fallen clan, dreaming of their Asura clan's most beautiful woman—and even succeeding—this is simply unforgivable!

He snorted coldly, no longer looking at that bunch of fox friends and dog companions.

Bi Tian Tuo rode his tall horse ahead at the front; though the Asura clan doesn't emphasize etiquette, the most beautiful princess naturally deserves the best.

As for wedding complexity, no weak human race can compare.

And Bi Tian Tuo doesn't mind lowering his noble status to learn the superior products of inferior races.

The wedding procession set off in grand style; inside the palanquin, the Rakshasa Woman immediately lifted her veil and flung it to the ground.

"Princess, don't take it off!" The attendants who had accompanied her onto the palanquin gasped in shock, hurriedly picked up the veil, and raised their hands to re-cover it.

"Princess, this is the rule—it must be changed."

The Rakshasa Woman turned her head calmly,

"I've worn it once—I won't wear it again."

She still remembered the excitement when that silly ox carried her on his back, circling the entire Emerald Cloud Mountain; back then, she wore the red veil.

Listening to the ox describe the scenery of Emerald Cloud Mountain from his mouth.

She felt a strange sense—she couldn't see, yet she could imagine it.

This scenery differs from that of the Netherworld Sea of Blood—soothing and tranquil.

She didn't lift the veil to look; she wanted her husband to lift it, and she had waited for that moment.

The attendants' faces were filled with utmost anxiety yet helplessness—the Rakshasa Woman is a princess; her status alone isn't something they can forcefully obtain.

The venue wasn't set at Indra's garrison, but the entire central ground of the Asura Clan.

"My little daughter is now entrusted to your son, brother—be sure to care for her well." Asura King Self-Contented Heaven Wave Tide sat on the left high seat, smiling at the right-side Indra.

Indra's eyes held a hint of respect: "Certainly, certainly—if my dog son treats the princess poorly, I'll be the first to beat him to death."

He's merely one of the Four Great Demon Generals; his son marrying the Asura King's daughter is nothing short of marrying up.

"Haha, good!" Receiving the reply, Self-Contented Heaven Wave Tide laughed several times—still, it's good to know someone's roots; what's that ox demon king anyway!

Just a minor Taiyi Golden Immortal.

This newlywed hasn't even been married long, and he's already vanished without a trace—clearly, he doesn't take him seriously!

Originally, he strongly opposed this matter; if not for the Old Ancestor finally nodding in approval, the Ox Demon King wouldn't have left the Netherworld Sea of Blood!

Now that the Rakshasa Woman has already been brought back, there's no possibility of renewing their past bond. -

Lifting his head, he saw the mighty procession, the wedding party, arriving!

Bi Tian Tuo dismounted, spring-breeze proud, approached Self-Contented Heaven Wave Tide and Indra, and respectfully said: "Son-in-law pays respects to father-in-law, and to father."

Self-Contented Heaven Wave Tide examined Bi Tian Tuo from head to toe, nodded satisfied: "Not bad—your son truly is an outstanding talent."

Though this phrase sounds like blind dog eyes to outsiders, among the Asura clan, Bi Tian Tuo's looks are indeed passable.

Over countless years, the Asura clan has developed its own aesthetic.

Due to the Asura Clan men being naturally ugly, they no longer pursued beauty, but instead pursued a towering physique.

Bi Tian Tuo had a towering build, standing a head taller than the average Asura Clan man, and his appearance was also relatively good, naturally deserving of this title.

"You flatter me too much," Indra laughed heartily, but the pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

His son Bi Tian Tuo, though young, had already reached the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation, something no peer among the Asura Clan could achieve.

It was precisely this potential that earned him the favor of the Asura King Wave Tide.

"I never imagined my nephew would become a son-in-law in the blink of an eye," Wave Tide laughed heartily—this was truly a case of matching families, bringing joy to all.

At this time, the Rakshasa Woman was helped down by the attendants, her vegetarian noodles facing upward, her face expressionless.

That veil remained unfastened, nervously clutched in the attendants' trembling hands.

Nevertheless, despite her icy aura, that flawless face stirred the hearts of all the Asura Clan men present who had come to witness the ceremony.

Bi Tian Tuo's expression stiffened, then he forced a smile onto his ugly face.

"Rakshasa, my wife, you've come?"