Chapter 227: Central Plains in Turmoil, Hun Miesheng's Killing Intent

"Phew…"

Just as Zhou Yi carried Nangong Pushe away, a small head peeked out from the flower bushes. Under the moonlight, a delicate and charming face was revealed.

A pair of bright, crystal-clear eyes watched Zhou Yi's departing figure, filled with shyness, her cheeks blushing crimson.

Who else could it be but Jiang Ni?

Jiang Ni patted her modest chest with her fair little hand, letting out a long sigh of relief—thankfully, she hadn't been discovered.

She hadn't meant to eavesdrop; she had just happened to pass by.

Thinking about Zhou Yi carrying Nangong Pushe away, kissing her passionately, Jiang Ni's heart pounded wildly, her face burning red.

"Huh? Is it raining?"

Jiang Ni tilted her head to look up at the sky but felt no raindrops—only the lingering fragrance of flowers.

Not daring to stay, she dashed back to her residence, where she spotted Hongshu. Excited, she exclaimed,

"Sister Hongshu! I saw Sister Nangong being carried away by that great demon!"

Initially, Jiang Ni had only a lukewarm relationship with Hongshu and the others. But in this foreign land, Hongshu's comforting presence had brought them much closer.

"Hmm?"

The other women immediately turned to look at Jiang Ni, even the usually silent Qingniao pausing her actions momentarily.

Surrounded by the group, Jiang Ni recounted what she had just witnessed.

Upon hearing her words, the women had mixed reactions.

From the moment they were taken by Zhou Yi, they had known this day would come. They had already mentally prepared themselves, so it wasn't surprising.

And yet, Zhou Yi had chosen Nangong Pushe first on the very first night.

Some couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy and envy.

After all, they were destined to become Zhou Yi's women.

Gaining his favor was naturally a good thing.

Considering Nangong Pushe's breathtaking beauty and regal temperament, it seemed only natural that she would be the first.

That night, Hongshu, Jiang Ni, Qingniao, Yu Youwei, and the others all struggled to sleep, their minds restless and filled with countless thoughts.

Some even had nightmares—visions of being attacked by a terrifying serpent.

The Next Day.

A golden ray of morning sunlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating the world.

The fierce storm from the previous night had long subsided, leaving behind only scattered remnants of the tempest. The air was noticeably fresher, as if the rain had washed away all dust and mist.

The verdant grass along the shaded paths and the exotic flowers in the gardens seemed even more vibrant after enduring the storm. Dewdrops clung to the leaves, reflecting the morning light like radiant jewels.

Sunshine always follows the storm.

It was yet another beautiful day.

Inside a luxurious and exquisitely decorated room, Nangong Pushe's eyes slowly fluttered open.

Turning her gaze to the side, she saw Zhou Yi.

Even in sleep, his strikingly handsome face radiated an indescribable charm.

She stared at him, entranced, her heart unknowingly softening.

She found herself liking the sight of him asleep even more than when he was awake.

Suddenly—

Zhou Yi's eyes snapped open. Their gazes locked.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Who's looking at you!"

Nangong Pushe huffed, turning her head away with feigned arrogance.

Zhou Yi chuckled and pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her fair, fragrant shoulder. Inhaling the subtle scent of her hair, he whispered softly,

"In a few days, I will marry you."

"Who wants you to marry them!"

Despite her words, a faint trace of joy flickered in Nangong Pushe's heart.

Women…

Always saying one thing while meaning another.

Zhou Yi soon instructed Yao Chen to prepare for the wedding.

This time, it wasn't just Nangong Pushe.

Zhou Yi planned to marry all of them in one grand ceremony—including Pei Nanwei, whose wedding had yet to be arranged.

After all, marrying them one by one would be far too time-consuming and exhausting.

The chosen brides included Nangong Pushe, Hongshu, Qingniao, Jiang Ni, Yu Youwei, Nangua, Lüyì, Xu Zhihu, Xu Weixiong, and Pei Nanwei—a total of ten.

A true Snowy Treasure Chest.

"Hiss—!

"Master Zhou is truly something else!"

When Yao Chen saw the list, he was utterly stunned.

In his youth, he had been a renowned romantic.

But compared to Zhou Yi—

He was but a mere novice.

The news spread like wildfire.

Master Zhou is getting married again—this time to ten women at once!

"My heavens! Master Zhou is getting more incredible by the day. Marrying ten at once—can he even handle that?"

"Master Zhou is a legendary Dou Saint. Do you think mere mortals can comprehend his prowess?"

"Master Zhou: 'I can take on ten at a time!'"

The Jia Ma Empire was in an uproar. Countless major forces began preparing gifts—rare spiritual medicines, elixirs, and treasures.

By gifting these resources, they knew Zhou Yi would return the favor with equal-value pills.

This mutually beneficial exchange excited all parties involved.

Yao Chen managed the wedding preparations, allowing Zhou Yi to remain carefree, spending his days indulging with the women.

As for Nangong Pushe's "wedding gift"—it was nothing special. Just some medicinal pills, which held little value to Zhou Yi but were precious to the others who hadn't reached his level of cultivation.

Nangong Pushe was indeed the most beautiful woman in Sword Snow Stride.

Not just in appearance and temperament—

But also in every other regard.

A flawless masterpiece.

Zhou Yi was utterly infatuated, spending several days exclusively with her.

But even the finest delicacy loses its novelty with time.

Besides—

His home was a vast forest.

He couldn't just tend to one tree while neglecting the rest.

As an experienced and diligent gardener, Zhou Yi knew how to balance things well.

That day, Zhou Yi summoned Yu Youwei to perform the Western Chu Sword Dance.

He had to admit—

It was mesmerizing.

But what he appreciated even more—

Was the moment when her delicate chin dipped, her toes barely peeking beneath her flowing robes.

That night, Zhou Yi stayed with Yu Youwei.

Meanwhile…

The Central Plains was surging with unrest.

As the most dominant force in the region, the Soul Hall couldn't possibly hide the shocking news—their Second Heavenly Venerate and several high-ranking Dou Venerate experts had been slain.

Zhou Yi and Yao Chen's names officially surfaced in the intelligence reports of every major power.

Yao Chen was already well-known, once the continent's greatest alchemist and the master of one of the Four Pavilions, the Starfall Pavilion.

But Zhou Yi—

A complete unknown.

Yet, someone who could slay the Soul Hall's Second Tianzun was almost certainly a Dou Sheng.

A figure they could not afford to ignore.

And Yao Chen had reportedly reached the Half-Saint level.

Soul Hall.

In the dimly lit grand hall, Soul Hall's master, Hun Miesheng, sat with a face as dark as a storm cloud.

A mere Dou Venerate was nothing but an ant in his eyes.

But Zhou Yi had killed a Half-Saint and seven Dou Venerate experts—

Publicly trampling on the Soul Hall's dignity.

Unforgivable.

On Zhou Yi's wedding day, Hun Miesheng would personally descend upon the Jia Ma Empire—

And crush him before the eyes of all.

To remind the world—

Of the Soul Hall's unshakable dominance.

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