Chapter 1270: Social Death

Reverend Lianjing approached, heard this, and chuckled softly.

"There's no need to pay them any mind."

"Demonic cultivators are constantly exposed to demonic energy; over time, their minds tend to become somewhat unstable."

Seeing her approach, Jiang Fan's heart sank.

You're the last person I want to deal with!

Maintaining a neutral expression, he replied, "Thank you for your concern, Reverend Sister. Now that the marriage alliance is concluded, I intend to return to Taicang Great Prefecture and bid you farewell, Reverend Sister."

He had absolutely no desire to remain by Reverend Lianjing's side.

"Not so fast," Reverend Lianjing interjected, stopping him. "Since we've met, I might as well offer you some guidance on your cultivation."

It was precisely what he feared!

If Reverend Lianjing scrutinized him, she would surely discover he was identical to the little swindler who had tricked her in the forbidden zone. However, he couldn't easily refuse, as that would undoubtedly arouse suspicion. After all, who in their right mind would refuse guidance from a great cultivator of the Heavenly Human's Four Calamities?

He could only try to stall for time and prepare for his escape.

His gaze swept towards the West Sea Crown Prince and Xuanxuan; Jiang Fan needed to ensure they left first. Escaping with them would be impractical.

"West Sea Crown Prince."

"Xuanxuan."

Jiang Fan called out to them, once in the Human language and once in the Hell language. Both responded and approached.

"Adoptive Father, when can we have our wedding night?" the West Sea Crown Prince asked eagerly. The more he looked at Xuanxuan, the more he found her captivating, beautiful from every angle. He was quite pleased with his new bride.

Xuanxuan, with a slight frown, asked, "What do you need?" She held utter contempt for the West Sea Crown Prince, who reportedly had over two hundred former partners.

Jiang Fan took out some Yin Qi vegetables and handed them to Xuanxuan. "A small wedding gift for your marriage," he said.

Xuanxuan's face lit up. "Thank you... father-in-law," she said, smiling. Calling someone so young "father-in-law" felt strange to her.

Next, Jiang Fan produced the manual given to him by Huaxin. "This is a translation guide for the Human and Hell languages," he explained. "Read it when you have a moment; it will help you adapt to the Central Lands quickly."

Xuanxuan happily accepted the manual. Her adoptive father-in-law was truly thoughtful.

Then, Jiang Fan took out a supreme-grade crystal and handed it to the West Sea Crown Prince. "Take Xuanxuan back to Taicang Great Prefecture first and hold a proper wedding for her. Don't mistreat her. After the wedding, come to my Heavenly Divination Pavilion."

The West Sea Crown Prince was content. "Thank you, Adoptive Father," he said. "We'll be going now."

Jiang Fan nodded. Watching the two depart, he finally spoke. "Reverend Sister, I need to relocate this Sky-Connecting Black Pillar elsewhere first, to avoid inconveniencing the Asura clan's settlement above."

Reverend Lianjing had observed everything, her admiration undisguised. "What a gentle and thoughtful young man," she said. "He even prepared a translation manual for the girl." She was growing fonder of Jiang Fan.

Gazing at the Sky-Connecting Black Pillar, she said, "I'll take you to a suitable place. You can't just put the Sky-Connecting Black Pillar anywhere; no demonic sect would be willing to have it on their territory."

That was true.

Jiang Fan replied, "Then let's wait for the Asura clan to return to their settlement before you lead the way, Reverend Sister."

At this moment, the Asura clan was still ascending. If the Sky-Connecting Black Pillar were to be moved, there was no telling where they would end up.

About two hours later, the Moon Mirror suddenly chimed.

Jiang Fan's heart stirred. He took out the Moon Mirror and saw a line of text on its surface.

"We're home."

Truly worthy of being the Four-Crowned Asura King. It had taken Jiang Fan and his companions five days to ascend to the Celestial Realm. The Four-Crowned Asura King, leading a group of Asuras, had only taken two hours. The difference was immense.

What delighted him was that the Moon Mirror could facilitate inter-realm communication. From now on, he could monitor the movements of the ancient giants in the Southern Celestial Realm in real time.

He immediately replied:

"Good_Name: We are fated to meet again."

"It's truly amazing that messages can be transmitted across realms; it's miraculous. We can chat anytime now, no need to be secretive like before."

Jiang Fan was speechless. What did she mean, "secretive"? That was silent meditation! It sounded as if they were having an affair. Fortunately, they were communicating in the Hell language, which others couldn't understand, so there was no need to worry about misunderstandings.

"Good_Name: Then let's keep in touch from now on."

"Okay... Oh, by the way, my sister might have descended to the lower realm. The peculiar sensation I felt has significantly weakened, just as you said. After crossing realms, telepathy is largely cut off. This feeling of liberation is truly wonderful."

Jiang Fan was inwardly astonished. Luzhu had already arrived in Taicang Great Prefecture! This was not good at all! That woman was a genuine Two-Crowned Asura King; no one could subdue her except the Great Sacrificial Priest!

"Good_Name: I know, I'll find a way to deal with it. I haven't used the memory-erasing talisman you gave me yet."

"Don't let her come back!"

"And don't do all that kissing and touching like last time."

"I'll sense it."

Jiang Fan's face flushed crimson. Good heavens, was this something one could say in the Moon Mirror chat? Thankfully, none of them understood the Hell language!

But to his dismay! Just then, the Moon Mirror began beeping rapidly.

"Empress: ???""FlowerBush: ???""DeathDiary: ???""BloomingWealth: ???""NeverASpoilSport: Brother, you've shocked me!!!"

Jiang Fan was utterly bewildered. "You... you understand what we're talking about?" he asked.

"FlowerBush: Uncle-Master, you... you should be careful. The Traitor is translating for us right now, and Sister Liu is very angry."

Jiang Fan's mind reeled. How could he have forgotten about The Traitor! It had spent a considerable amount of time on the tenth floor of the Heavenly Divination Pavilion with Asura King Ayu and the Young Master. By osmosis, it must have learned quite a bit of the Hell language!

"BloomingWealth: I learned the Hell language a long time ago. This is the first time I've seen others communicate in it, and I certainly didn't expect the content to be so... explosive."

Jiang Fan's vision blurred. He nearly collapsed. Was his private conversation with Hongxiu being publicly exposed?

"How are there others? And why are they typing so many question marks? Does it mean they understood what I said?"

Hongxiu, too, sensed trouble.

"Good_Name: What do YOU think!!!"

Up in the Celestial Realm, as if electrocuted, Hongxiu flung the Moon Mirror shard away, her pale face rapidly flushing crimson. Her crystalline eyes behind gold-rimmed spectacles glinted with a hint of panic. Biting her red lip slightly, she murmured, "Why didn't he warn me there were others?" She had believed it was a magical artifact exclusively for her and Jiang Fan to communicate privately. To her horror, it was public! Recalling what she had just written, she covered her face, feeling utterly mortified.

Jiang Fan's face, too, was flushed crimson. He listened to the insistent beeping but dared not look at it again. Allowing the commotion in the Moon Mirror to continue, he simply turned it off and tucked it into his robes.

Reverend Lianjing asked, surprised, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Fan coughed dryly. "N-nothing, the Asura clan has ascended," he stammered. "Let's depart quickly."

Reverend Lianjing eyed the thoroughly flushed Jiang Fan with a puzzled expression before lifting him and flashing away.

At the same time, in the Central Lands, Sacred Spirit Prefecture.

In a cold, grand hall suspended in the sky, bursts of delicate laughter could be heard. There sat a breathtaking beauty in her early twenties, dressed in flowing immortal robes, her enchanting face radiant as she reclined on a soft divan. She held a Moon Mirror in her hand, animatedly writing something. Periodically, she would cover her mouth and giggle. On the back of her head, a divine halo adorned with five flame engravings shimmered and swayed with her joyful laughter.