"Eh?"

The young lady was clearly taken aback, unexpectedly unable to yank him back. She instinctively flailed her arms, the immortal silk twining like waves crashing fiercely, suddenly swinging Chen Xuantian entirely into the air! "BANG!" onto the ceiling!

"What the hell!?"

Chen Xuantian was also surprised; after all, in previous tests, the Returning Void Hand could fully withstand blows at the Divinity Transformation Level, so negating the monstrous strength of this eight-thousand-year-old woman was nothing unexpected.

But now it seemed, the tentacles weren’t always omnipotent. Although axial kinetic energy couldn’t transfer through, if the Returning Void Hand failed to directly lock the target but touched through a medium like immortal silk, the opponent could still exert energy transfer, making circular motion that couldn’t resist this inertia—it really damn matched physics precisely...

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"Quickly tell me! Who told you to enter the bridal chamber!"

The young lady swung the immortal silk wildly, slamming Chen Xuantian against the ceiling and floor of the tomb like a meteor hammer, filling the room with dust.

This old woman’s monstrous strength was incredible; one casual hit could shatter him into pieces. Chen Xuantian dared not let go rashly, and had to wait for the Returning Void Hand to climb along the immortal silk, which required time. He had to shout to buy time,

"Uh, I saw someone competing in a martial arts match for marriage, so I came!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"Do you have no independent thought when acting?! I’ll ask you again! Who told you to enter the bridal chamber!"

"Uh... I wanted to enter the bridal chamber myself?"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"Acting without consulting anyone! Do you understand any manner of rituals? Did you have a matchmaker speak for you! Do you know who I am! Who told you to enter the bridal chamber!"

"Ah? Uh, I admired the lady and saw someone competing in martial arts for marriage, so I decided on my own to enter the bridal chamber?"

"Neither independent nor sensible in your actions! Who told you to enter the bridal chamber!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"Yes! It was the Taoist Ancestor who appeared in my dream and told me to enter the bridal chamber!"

"You only know how to daydream! Spouting nonsense! Not down-to-earth at all!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"What the hell! Do you reason? I tell you and you don’t believe it, so what’s the damn point of asking!?"

"I ask you and you must answer! You have no will to resist! Answer again!"

"..."

"Not speaking, huh!"

"BANGBANGBANG!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Jeez, what the hell! Is it fine if I say your dad told me to come?"

"No manners at all! Who told you to enter the bridal chamber!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"For god’s sake! I’m not entering, I’m not entering!"

"No patience at all! Is this a place where you come and go as you please!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

Then Chen Xuantian realized,

"Miss, who told you to enter the bridal chamber?"

"...If I knew, would I be asking you!"

"BANGBANGBANG!"

"Damn it! If you guys don’t hurry, I’m going to be beaten to death by her!"

"Cui Cui~!" "Mian Mian~!" "Meimei~!"

The tentacles launched a charge! Climbing swiftly along the pole! Rushing into the curtains!

"Eh!? What did you bring into the bridal chamber!"

With a startled cry from inside the tent, the immortal silk scattered on the ground, Chen Xuantian finally fell with a "BANG!" onto the floor, groaning "Oh, damn it" for quite a while before spitting out blood, then climbing up to wipe off the dust from his body and face.

"Hey, you foul-mouthed woman..."

Chen Xuantian was infuriated by the BANGBANG slamming and angrily stormed into the boudoir, lifting the curtain!

"Eh?"

It turned out that the imprisoned person in the coffin wasn’t some fierce ghost with matted fur; surprisingly, it was an eight or nine-year-old girl, her face smooth as a fresh lychee, brows like distant mountains, hair styled in falling chignon, like a Han figurine, dressed in layered jacket with deep red as the base and dark and light as the trim. Her attire embroidered with clouds and phoenix patterns, waist hanging jade pieces with fluted edges, wide cuffs hanging down to her knees, bordered with golden thread embroidered pepper pattern. Her long black hair loosely tied in a falling chignon at the crown of her head, similar to the style of ancient young girls before they wore pins, only adorned with a White Jade Pigeon Hairpin.

Looking closer, her small oval face showed no fierceness of Refining at all, paler than near transparency, faintly revealing very light blue-green veins beneath her skin like cracked ceramic glaze. Her eyes are beautifully crafted, slender and long brows, slightly downward at the tips, as if painted with ink. Her long eyelashes cast shallow shadows under candlelight, her unique pupils sparkling with cool silver like two crescent moons, a faint vermillion mark at the center of her brows, not painted on but seemingly emerging from beneath the skin, as faint as mist.

With slender, nimble fingers, trimmed cleanly, showing no speck of dirt under the nails, it’s hard to imagine such hands being capable of tearing and slaughtering dragons and tigers as a Flying Corpse. Her left wrist still adorned with a flat white jade bracelet, translucent and gentle as tallow, exposed a small portion of neck through the overlapping collar, exquisite like a porcelain doll. At this moment, she was being tightly bound hand and foot by "Cui Cui~!" "Mian Mian~!" "Meimei~!", struggling vigorously in the coffin.

So young, always buried here, quite pitiable...

No, wait! Why hasn’t she turned into tentacles?