God Slayer

The newly forged sword hummed with power, its aura a palpable force that swept through the mountain clearing. Seven days of intense refinement by Ruo had birthed a weapon of extraordinary caliber.

"O-M-G," I breathed, my eyes wide with admiration. "What a great sword you made, Sister Ruo!.

Ruo beamed, a hint of pride in her fiery eyes. "Yeah, that was my first time refining such a high-level sword. Now, it needs a name."

I pondered for a moment, the sword feeling strangely familiar in my grasp despite being newly created. "Hmm… I'll call him God Slayer."

Ruo, Xuan, Shen, and Fang all recoiled as if struck.

"Huh? God Slayer?" Fang stammered. "Are you going to kill Gods?.

"No," I replied casually. "It's just… I hate Gods."

"Hate Gods? Why?" Fang pressed, his brow furrowed in confusion.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've just always hated Gods."

Xuan chuckled knowingly. "Oh, because some Gods killed his best friend a long time ago."

"Oh, those freaky Gods," Ruo muttered, a hint of understanding in her voice.

"Hey," I interjected, eager to change the subject. "So, when are we leaving for the competition?"

"There are still seven more days until the competition starts," Shen replied, his gaze thoughtful.

Suddenly, a series of sharp, violent sounds echoed from the nearby forest, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere.

"Huh? What was that sound?" I asked, my senses immediately on alert.

Fang frowned. "I don't know, but let's go and see."

We arrived at the scene in moments, finding two cultivators locked in fierce combat.

A mental window flickered before my eyes, displaying the stats of the woman.

Name: Shu Yan

Level: Celestial King 8 level

Title: Inferno Dancer

Race: Golden Crow

Another mental window appeared, revealing the stats of her opponent.

Name: Kang Cu

Level: Celestial King 7 level

Title: none

Race: Human

Just then, a system notification popped up in my mind:

> Host, Second wife detected. Make Shu Yan Your Wife.

> Reward: top-tier Swordsmanship knowledge.

Swordsmanship knowledge… that could be useful. Without hesitation, I teleported between the two combatants, effortlessly stopping their attacks with a single finger each.

Everyone present, including Shu Yan and Kang Cu, stared at me in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief at how easily I had neutralized attacks from Celestial King level cultivators.

"Who are you," Shu Yan demanded, her golden eyes narrowed, "and why are you making trouble here?"

"Oh, I'm just nobody," I replied casually. "Can't you have your little squabble somewhere else?"

"Of course, we can fight here!" Shu Yan retorted, her fiery aura flaring.

"Then let's make a bet," I proposed, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"What kind of bet?" Shu Yan asked, her curiosity piqued despite her anger.

"If you win," I said, my gaze meeting hers, "I'll become your slave for eternity. But if I win… you will be my wife."

Shu Yan's eyes widened in surprise. "Hmm… are you telling the truth? If I win, you'll be my slave?"

"Yeah," I confirmed with a shrug.

Shen stepped forward, a worried expression on his face. "Hey, Brother Luo, don't do that! She is more powerful than us."

"Don't worry," I reassured him with a confident smile. "It'll be a piece of cake."

The battle commenced, but for me, it was indeed like child's play. Shu Yan's powerful attacks were easily dodged and countered. Just as I was about to subdue her, Kang Cu interfered, attempting a surprise attack.

"Hey, basterd!" Shu Yan yelled, frustrated. "Are you scared of losing? Why don't you attack properly?"

In the blink of an eye, I teleported behind Shu Yan, a swift strike to her neck rendering her unconscious.

"Hey, brothers," I said to Xuan, Shen, and Fang. "I'm going for now. I'll find you later."

"Ah, ok, Brother Luo," Xuan replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "We'll meet soon."

They nodded their farewells and returned to the mountain. I gently picked up the unconscious Shu Yan and teleported us to a nearby hotel.

Half a day later, Shu Yan finally stirred.

"So, you're awake," I said calmly, watching as she blinked, trying to get her bearings.

"You basterd!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes blazing with fury as she sat up abruptly. "Where am I?

"In a hotel," I replied matter-of-factly. "And you know… I won the bet. So now you're my wife."

"You—!" Shu Yan sputtered, her anger reaching a boiling point. "I'm telling you, leave me alone, or my family will kill you!"

"Nope," I said, my gaze unwavering.

I leaned in, ignoring her threats, and pressed a kiss to her lips. She struggled for a moment, her anger evident, but then, something shifted. Her resistance softened, replaced by a flicker of… something else. The kiss deepened, and the animosity in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a charged silence.

Time blurred. The initial anger gave way to a strange mix of frustration and burgeoning curiosity on Shu Yan's part. My touch, initially an act of asserting my victory, became something… more. The air crackled with an undeniable tension, a strange magnetic pull between us.

Later, as the night deepened, the animosity had faded, replaced by a fragile truce. Shu Yan, though still wary, no longer radiated pure hostility. She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the carpet, a storm of emotions swirling within her.

"Why… why did you do that?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Why did you intimating with me?"

I shrugged, leaning back against the headboard. "You were strong, arrogant. It was… interesting. And I win."

"Interesting?" she scoffed, but the heat had gone from her voice. "You think making a Celestial King 8th level Golden Crow your wife is 'interesting'?"

"You're beautiful, powerful," I conceded, my gaze softening slightly as I looked at her. "And… there was something about your fire. It intrigued me."

She finally met my gaze, her golden eyes searching mine. "You're… different. You're not afraid of anything, are you?"

"Fear is a weakness," I stated simply. "And I don't have weakness."

A long silence stretched between us, broken only by the sounds of the city outside. The initial shock and anger were slowly giving way to a grudging curiosity, a hesitant acceptance of the bizarre turn of events. The bond forged through a reckless bet and a forceful claim was still fragile, but a seed had been planted, a strange and unexpected connection between the Demon King and the Inferno Dancer. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with potential conflict and misunderstanding, but the first, unexpected step had been taken.