At the Immortal Appraisal Assembly, the dresses of two Body Integration True Monarchs fluttered as they stared coldly at each other, neither yielding an inch. Their radiating auras clashed across the arena, forming two sharply defined domains.
"Fellow Daoist Su, this man is not even twenty years old. How could he be your husband? Isn't that excuse a bit too clumsy?" Daoist Xuanling glared fixedly at Su Yiren, trying to find a flaw in her reaction.
Daoist Xuanling was renowned across the East Sea for her alluring beauty. As a peerless beauty herself, she felt an instinctive aversion toward Su Yiren, who hailed from Great Xia.
Su Yiren said calmly, "Haoran and I are already betrothed, and his parents have consented to this marriage. How can it be considered an excuse?"
At these words, an uproar broke out. The onlookers were stunned, but above all, filled with envy and jealousy.
"Good heavens, engaged before he's even twenty! How did he manage that? Does being handsome make someone that popular?"
"I'm so jealous. His cultivation isn't even high, yet he's won the favor of two Body Integration True Monarchs. If only I had that kind of luck!"
"Tell me about it! If I could latch onto a Body Integration True Monarch, I wouldn't have to cultivate for the rest of my life."
"Fellow Daoist Su certainly has lively tastes."
"Nothing compared to Fellow Daoist Xuanling seducing a married man."
Daoist Xuanling put her index finger in her mouth and drew out a strand of saliva, the other end clinging to the tip of her extended tongue. She gazed passionately at Li Haoran. "So what if he's a married man? Handsome one, I can see your kidney water is abundant. Fellow Daoist Su must be unwilling to yield her body to you. Why not submit to me instead? Tonight I can make you ascend to heaven like an immortal, and I'll supply every single resource for your future cultivation."
Su Yiren gave a light chuckle, paying Daoist Xuanling no regard. "Hah, do you really think debasing yourself like that can seduce my husband? Husband, between Fellow Daoist Xuanling and me, who do you choose?"
Feeling the immense weight of the gazes from both Su Yiren and Daoist Xuanling locked onto him, Li Haoran felt his scalp go numb.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't pick either of them.
Yet judging by the current situation, if he chose neither, he probably wouldn't leave the Immortal Appraisal Assembly alive.
He forcefully dredged up Qin Haoran's memories and earnestly took Su Yiren's hand. Su Yiren shuddered slightly, not having expected such a bold gesture from Li Haoran.
"Yiren, I have always loved you."
Before Su Yiren could say anything, Daoist Xuanling reacted first.
"Fine, fine, fine! Since you refuse to choose me, don't blame me for using a little force!"
Twelve flying swords hovered behind Daoist Xuanling, their points facing outward, forming a slowly rotating circle.
These were the twelve Evil-Slaying Swords personally crafted for Daoist Xuanling by the Penglai Island Master, showing just how deeply he doted on his only daughter.
Daoist Xuanling's natural talent was mediocre; even her current Body Integration cultivation had been force-fed to her by the Penglai Island Master through countless spirit pills and miraculous medicines.
Daoist Xuanling could barely manage the Body Integration stage, let alone Tribulation Transcendence.
And those in the Tribulation Transcendence stage enjoyed vast lifespans, which meant the Penglai Island Master could protect Daoist Xuanling for her entire life. This in turn led Daoist Xuanling to act willfully and recklessly, without the slightest heed for consequences.
If she fancied a male favorite, she would simply snatch him.
Taking Fan Chong as a disciple had undoubtedly been influenced by his handsome looks.
Of course, now that Fan Chong had lost all his hair, was beaten black and blue, covered in burns, and deeply poisoned, he no longer had anything to do with being handsome.
The twelve Evil-Slaying Swords burst forth as twelve streaks of teal light, tearing through space and forming a sword formation that unleashed sharp, shrill hums.
Su Yiren clenched her slender, jade-like fist and punched outward, churning up a boundless blast of air that sent all twelve Evil-Slaying Swords flying.
Chapter 816