Chapter 1080: Wedding

Seeing this scene, everyone present nearly had their eyes pop out. Was this a competition or flirting?

Yu Yanluo secretly snorted, "That hussy!" She had always known about this person's notorious reputation, but she never expected her to be so... so unrestrained and wild.

Zuan was also stunned, or rather, his eyes were. He was usually the one teasing young women, so how was he the one being teased today? Though he was lustful, his taste hadn't degenerated to this extent. Both were specters, but the courtesan Nanxun from the capital was clearly much more beautiful. This Paper Bride, however, was eerie and ghostly all over, just like the domestic ghost films he'd watched in his previous life. Hmm, could it be because Nanxun was previously Prince Qi's concubine...?

Though his mind wandered, he still swiftly dodged, saying, "Miss Paper, I'm a bit introverted and slow to warm up. How about we chat and get to know each other first?"

Seeing that he didn't let her kiss him, Yu Yanluo nodded in satisfaction. However, a sudden unpleasant feeling arose in her heart when she thought about his flirty interaction with this woman.

Jian Taiding, on the other hand, secretly cursed him as shameless. "You? Introverted? Slow to warm up? You've only been in the Duke's manor for a few days, and even my sisters-in-law's bodies have taken on your shape! Where's the 'slow' in that?"

Rage points from Jian Taiding: 236,236,236...

Seeing him dodge, the Paper Bride lightly tapped her finger and giggled, "Naughty boy." As she spoke, her speed surged again, leaving only streaks of red, making the scene even more eerie.

Zuan's speed was equally fast. The two engaged in a rapid exchange, quickly trading over a dozen blows. The opponent's strength was peculiar. To call her a Grandmaster seemed inaccurate, as she lacked the Grandmaster's foresightful spiritual perception. Yet, if she were merely a ninth-grade cultivator, her speed and power far surpassed that level.

"Oh, you heartless man! I just wanted a kiss, why are you so rough?" In the midst of their fight, the two exchanged a palm strike. The Paper Bride quickly leaped back, widening the distance between them, and spoke with a hint of resentment.

Yu Yanluo, standing by, felt goosebumps all over. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she decided to help Zuan. However, the Night Elf opposite, who used shadows to teleport, was truly annoying. After fighting for so long, she had an idea. With a few casual strokes of her brush, a delicate lantern swiftly appeared in the sky out of thin air.

"I've tried that several times already, it's useless," the Night Elf sneered. During their previous exchanges, his opponent had indeed tried drawing lights to counter him. "But no matter how bright a lamp, shadows will always exist. Otherwise, how would the saying 'darkness under the lamp' come to be?"

He flickered, disappearing into the shadows once more. He reappeared behind Yu Yanluo, sneering as he thrust his sword towards her shapely buttocks. Though he wasn't interested in women, he saw no harm in a bit of fun.

However, the smile on his face quickly froze. He suddenly found himself unable to move, half of his body stuck in the shadow, the other half unable to emerge. "What's going on?" he thought, utterly terrified.

Just then, a fragrant breeze swept by, and Yu Yanluo appeared beside him, her slender fingers touching his vital acupoint. The Night Elf spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately slumped, clearly severely wounded. Yu Yanluo didn't just seal his acupoints; she also took this opportunity to disable one of the opponent's combat capabilities. As the head of a prominent family, she naturally wouldn't entrust their safety to the opponent's good faith. If conflict arose again later, one less enemy was always better.

Kong Qing frowned, clearly thinking her attack was excessive. However, his subordinate had just acted viciously, and his last move was quite despicable, so it was hard to object to the lesson he received. He was more concerned about the lantern slowly rotating above them. His eyes narrowed slightly. "The Demon Sect Leader's Changxin Palace Lantern?"

As he spoke, the lantern gradually vanished. Yu Yanluo's face was pale. "No, I merely imitated and drew one. It's incomparable to the real Changxin Palace Lantern."

Kong Qing exclaimed in awe, "Madam, your ability to draw these divine artifacts into existence is truly miraculous! It makes me want to learn painting myself."

Yu Yanluo offered a faint smile, discreetly wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth when no one was looking. Clearly, she couldn't just draw casually; creating such a powerful divine artifact came with significant backlash. If she were to draw a few more, her spirit might very well be annihilated. Naturally, she couldn't reveal any of this to her opponents. The current situation was unclear, and keeping them apprehensive was beneficial.

Her gaze quickly shifted to Zuan, concerned he might be harmed by the Paper Bride, and she was ready to intervene at any moment. The Paper Bride's movement technique was truly bizarre. Coupled with her bright red wedding dress, the eerie red blur as she darted around easily dazzled onlookers, making them feel dizzy without realizing it. Fortunately, Zuan's movement technique was also fast, and he always managed to dodge the opponent's sharp attacks precisely.

Jian Taiding watched anxiously, wishing he could step in for her. But severely wounded, he couldn't act, so he could only offer advice aloud:

"Get behind her! Get behind her!"

"Give him a slide tackle, attack his lower body!"

The useless King Canglang was unreliable; the only hope left was this Paper Bride. He carefully observed her movements. This woman's cultivation level was strange, certainly not that of a typical ninth-grade peak expert. It seemed... as if she had fallen from the Grandmaster realm? However, the combat power she currently displayed was no weaker than his own at his peak. Moreover, her body was wreathed in ghostly energy, and after a prolonged fight, opponents could easily be corroded by it. In that state, they could only exert seventy to eighty percent of their full cultivation at most. With such a disadvantage, they would be even less able to defeat her. Not to mention her legendary, unfathomable techniques. Thinking of this, he finally felt a sense of relief. Zuan had finally met his match.

"Paper Bride, drain that guy dry! Once we return to Cloud City, I'll send you ten... no, a hundred strong men as a thank you." Unfortunately, being severely wounded, he couldn't use his vital energy to transmit a message to her. Should he just say it out loud...? With so many people watching, he had to save face.

Just as he was growing increasingly anxious, the Paper Bride suddenly shrieked and quickly distanced herself from Zuan. She frantically shook her palm, as if something scalding were on it.

Jian Taiding was stunned. "What happened?" It wasn't quite what he'd imagined. Instead of Zuan being corroded by her ghostly energy, it looked more like the Paper Bride was being corroded by something of Zuan's.

Kong Qing was also perplexed. He knew the Paper Bride's cultivation perfectly well; she should have been more than enough to deal with Zuan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have confidently made that bet earlier. But why, during a palm strike—an action that tests true cultivation and cannot be faked—was she instead...