Chapter 1536: Chapter 1181: Vows Broken on the Frontier, Old Promises by the Candlelight Clouds (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Ticket 5)

"Grandma, I’m willing to trust the village chief. I can feel that the village chief actually bears us no malice!"

Facing Grandma’s glare, Ming Yue turned her head, gazed at her seriously, and said with a small face solemn and earnest.

As a descendant of the Martial Saint and the true bloodline inheritor of Mrs. Wushuang, she had long since come into contact with the power of City Toppling Love, and was furthermore clever and perceptive by nature, born with a special kind of intuition.

Her intuition told her that Jiang Dali truly had no ill will.

"Sin! What a sin this is!"

Grandma, however, was unaware of what young Ming Yue could sense; she only thought the girl had been deceived. Sighing sorrowfully in her heart, she shut her eyes in pain and grief, no longer having the strength to concern herself with this matter.

"Village chief, if you wish to go deeper underground, please follow me!"

Ming Yue turned her head to look at Jiang Dali and, despite her tender age, spoke with extremely proper courtesy and respect.

"Lead the way."

Jiang Dali inclined his head slightly and followed Ming Yue toward the ice-crystal house ahead.

As he drew near, he finally saw clearly that on the ice bed within that ice-crystal house, there lay a stunningly gorgeous woman, lifelike as if merely sleeping quietly, not dead at all.

The beauty of this woman, at his very first glance, struck him as even surpassing the breathtaking allure of Wang Yuyan, Wan Wan, Murong Qingqing, and the like.

If the former three could be said to be beauties that put moon and flowers to shame, sink fish and make wild geese fall, overthrowing cities and kingdoms—

Then this woman’s beauty could truly be called peerlessly resplendent through the ages.

"What a beautiful woman!"

Even Nie Renwang, who had always believed that his own wife was the fairest under heaven, could not help but halt and let out a word of praise.

From beginning to end, he had always believed his wife Yan Ying to be the number one beauty in the world.

And within the Divine Martial Country, Yan Ying indeed had long since earned the title of the world’s number one beauty, admired and acknowledged by countless heroes under heaven.

Although Yan Ying’s betrayal had also made him realize a truth—that "the most beautiful things, like roses with thorns, are often the most merciless"—at this point, he no longer blamed her.

Because he admitted that he had failed to grant the world’s number one beauty the honor she deserved—of becoming the world’s number one Overlord!

Yet now, seeing Mrs. Wushuang in that ice house, he actually found himself acknowledging that this woman’s beauty could rival Yan Ying’s.

Jiang Dali’s gaze at this moment had already moved away from the mere external beauty of the woman, falling instead upon the scroll of a testament in her hand.

He saw that on that testament there were shockingly four large characters that made even his pupils contract—City! Toppling! Lo! ve!

City Toppling Love?

That legendary peerless secret technique, at this moment... was actually lying so openly in the hand of the woman within the ice house?

How was that possible?

If obtaining City Toppling Love were this easy, wouldn’t that Human Face Envoy impersonating Dugu Yifang have acquired it long ago in all these years?

Just as Jiang Dali was inwardly stunned, Nie Renwang and Ying Yuan also saw the four characters on the scroll in the woman’s hand inside the ice house, and both revealed looks of shock and drastic change.

And suddenly at this time, Jiang Dali sensed a prompt arise from his interface.

"You have laid eyes upon the relic scroll City Toppling Love left behind by Mrs. Wushuang. You have sensed within the relic the power of Divine Transfer Void. The masculine power you possess surpasses imagination, breaking the original restriction of the relic and unexpectedly triggering the Divine Transfer Void illusion. Are you willing to enter the Divine Transfer Void to listen to the final words Mrs. Wushuang left behind in life?"

"Divine Transfer Void? Mrs. Wushuang’s last words?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Seeing the prompt appear upon the interface, Jiang Dali’s expression was filled with astonishment, and he also grasped an accidental factor in triggering this message—masculine power!

Because the masculine power he possessed surpassed imagination, it had broken the relic’s restriction, thus unintentionally triggering this message.

Then if he had never come here, who would have been the man of masculine power that Mrs. Wushuang’s relic had originally been awaiting?

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The vast Mongolian Grassland.

A great wind swept over, bowing the myriad grasses, as though a hurricane were churning through a sea of withered yellow interwoven with green.

The wind rolled the somewhat withered winter grass in front, making it sway; sand and dust shook the yellowing blades, which surged forward like waves, blowing toward the distant, continuous rows of yurts.

Some scraps of grass torn from the earth were carried high by the wind, whirling in the air before drifting gently back to the ground. One such scrap suddenly fell upon a fair, slender, outstretched palm.

The owner of the hand closed her fingers around that scrap of grass, then turned her head toward the man riding a horse toward her like a gust of wind, her bright eyes sparkling.

"Brother Xiao!"

"Azhu!"

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, pulled on the reins with a "whoa," leapt down from the horse with agile ease, strode toward the young woman, and grinned. "Azhu, good news. The Mongolian Emperor has already agreed that tomorrow he will open the secret vault and allow us to enter and behold Senior Guang Chengzi’s immortal countenance."

The gentle, demure young woman, upon hearing this, immediately blossomed into a smile like a flower. She hurried forward in joy to clasp her lover’s hands, and said excitedly, "That’s wonderful. This way, Brother Xiao, you might be able to gain more understanding of the secrets of the Broken Vajra recorded in the War God Chronicles."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng laughed loudly, but his gaze fell again upon Azhu’s slightly rounded belly as he said with emotion and a smile, "Azhu, your Brother Xiao has roamed the Martial World for so many years, and in truth has long since grown weary of the Sword Light and shadow of blades in the Martial World. As for the secrets of the Broken Vajra, or some higher Martial Arts Realm, I, Xiao Feng, no longer care. The reason I still persist in exploring the War God Chronicles’ secrets is because I also wish to..."

"Brother Xiao!"

Azhu reached out and lightly pressed her hand against Xiao Feng’s lips, her faint smile filled with tender feeling as she said, "Brother Xiao, you don’t actually need to explain yourself to me—Azhu understands.

If the village chief had not stepped in and stopped that palm of yours in time back then, Azhu wouldn’t just be unable to be carrying your child now—even accompanying you to this day would likely have been impossible.

The village chief is our benefactor. Though he doesn’t say so, you, Brother Xiao, are not a man of fickle feelings or weak righteousness. You wish to use some of your Heart Power to help the village chief in repayment, exploring the secrets of the War God Chronicles—that is your way of expressing your gratitude, and I support it as well. It proves that I did not misjudge you."

"Azhu!"

Xiao Feng’s expression turned deeply moved; with a grateful smile he drew the young woman into his arms, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Lowering his head, that right hand of his which could tame dragons and tigers was now incomparably gentle and cautious as he placed it upon Azhu’s slightly bulging belly. Upon his rugged, heroic features overflowed the happiness and fulfillment of a man transitioning from man to father.

Boundless miles like a dream, twin eyes bright as stars.

Cattle and sheep on the frontier, empty promises of trysts; by candlelight, clouds of hair by the temples recall old vows.

The vows of those years have not been betrayed.

The one of the past is now as ever, unchanged and familiar.

In this world, a man who can tame dragons and tigers is not necessarily able to tame his own child and wife.

For taming dragons and tigers is, after all, directed at enemies, whereas in facing his own wife and children, his heart can only be filled with endless tolerance and love.

In this world, what could make a man more willingly lose himself than the companionship of his wife and the laughter of his children?

Yet just as Xiao Feng was immersed in this tender moment, a shrill scream suddenly tore through the sky from afar, followed by more screams rising and falling in succession, causing the warmth on Xiao Feng’s face to change in an instant...

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(Good night! If there are many monthly tickets tomorrow, I’ll continue adding extra Chapters.)